It's 11:54am Tuesday nite. I just got back from my mom's birthday dinner and am pretty filled up. As usual. I'm not too sure of what to do now except that I just might go and watch Fight Club again. It's a beautifully crafted movie, and while everyone else jumps onto the bandwagon because they think that it's cool, sometimes I think it's just annoying. I really don't know how many people actually understand and feel the emotions in the movie, as well as the inspiration it gives out as well as the perfection of it all; a testament of all the work that has gone into it; if in doubt, get the 2 disc DVD. But then again, a lot of people found the movie inneccesantly boring or just another violent male-targeted flick. Which is good. The less the fans, the more special it is. Oh, there goes another one of my rants that really has not much of a connection of what I planned to write about. Tomorrow is Wednesday, the day after that Thursday. Then it's the weekend all over again. I really can't wait till someone gets me a Honda 900cc crotch rocket. Hell, I don't even know how to ride a bike, and I'm longing for a superbike. Well, I suppose the dreams of free parking and jam-free transportation is very appealing...just who am I trying to kid?? 900ccs of high revving power between your legs that can get you to 60 in less that it takes to say "how fast?" is more like it. Ah well. I really would rather an F360 spider, but really; the odds of that happening is virtually zero. Even if I did find some mad ass way of getting that much funding in 5 years....the bloody car would be so backdated in history that I would rather have the new space age refridgerator out then that can cook, store and drive around. Er....maybe not. But you get the point. So, for all of you out there with 3 mil in the bank, just go spend it on the spider, you'll thank me in 5 years. And oh yeah, don't forget to drive it. fast. Don't be another one of those too worried about getting a ticket, or keeping the car mint. If you have it, flaunt it; and flaunt it to the redline.