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In first news, it has come to my recent attention that I have a skeletal fetish. That's right. I fucking love bones... and skeletons. And girls... with defined bones.. and skeletons. I began thinking about this when I realized that a lot of my high school projects were skeletal related... especially in art. Because I LOVED the design of the bone structure. And all of my tattoos, follow the design of my body. Along the curve and structure of my bones. And most of them will (until I run out of bones).. Is this odd? In any case... GIRLS, SHOW ME YOUR BONES! (not literally, but you know... hip bones.. ribs... collar bones... *drool*)

*Disclaimer: That's not say say that I don't enjoy girls wth curves... because I certainly do... yes... certainly :

In other news.
I got bored and raped the hell out of my MySpace.
MYSPACE!

It's not 5 AM.

Over The Hedge was a horrible disappointment of a movie.

Cute, but certainly not as funny as everyone made it to be.

I'm gonna go party tonight...

And I'm moving my lizard into a bigger tank. It should be happy about that.

As for today. I bought my Impala on New Year's Eve 2005. The moonroof broke sometime in February. So in the time I've owned the car, I haven't been able to enjoy said moonroof. So I go to get it repaired... have to take it to a glass guy. If I want all new parts $800 + labor.
FUCK THAT.
But... he can get me used parts, and install it for $350.

Okay. That's a little better. Have my brother take it in... OH! They ordered the wrong model. What the fuck? Couldn't you have figured that out before you ordered it?
Mine has 1 section... 1 switch. They ordered on with 2 sections... 2 switches. What the fuck?

So now... I MAY get it fixed... if they can FIND the part, because it's so hard to find (even though 90% of Impalas have the moonroof I need)

Garbage.