Anyway, a new Kenwood radio with Bluetooth integration is $240 at Crutchfield with the steering wheel control adapter. Can't afford it right now, but eventually I'll do it.
Come inside and be afraid Of this impressive mess I've made If you take a look now you will find
I have thrown away my vice Done away with paradise See what's going on inside my mind Please let me out Please let me out Please let me
Branded like an animal I can still feel them burning my mind I do believe that you made your message clear I think I am losing my mind I think I am losing my mind Deprivating, isolating all that I feel Leaving me with images I know are not real Are those words of condemnation that I hear I think I am losing my mind I think I am losing my
Come inside now, I implore Do you think you can restore The crucial pieces missing from my brain What seems to be the matter dear Why do you cry and shake with fear I've only had the best dub me insane. Please let me out Please let me out Please let me
Branded like an animal I can still feel them burning my mind I do believe that you made your message clear I think I am losing my mind I think I am losing my mind Deprivating, isolating all that I feel Leaving me with images I know are not real Are those words of condemnation that I hear I think I am losing my mind I think I am losing my mind
I Don't know how much I can take The secret thoughts inside me wake I've lost what was within me Oh sweet insanity
I don't know how much I can take The secret thoughts inside me wake I've lost what was within me Oh sweet insanity
Now I try again to find The thing that was my mind Behold the undersigned Who said I've lost my mind
Try again to find The thing that was my mind Behold the undersigned Who said I've lost my mind
I've lost my mind I've lost my mind I've lost my mind I've lost my mind I've lost my mind I've lost my mind I've lost my mind I've lost my mind I've lost Mind I've lost my mind I've lost my mind I've lost my mind I've lost my mind I've lost my mind I've lost my mind I've lost my mind I've lost my mind
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
Ouch! Sorry to hear that, Haven.
I can definitely relate right now. I probably shouldn't have tried to haul two bags of textbooks all by myself yesterday.
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
Why have I been so excited already for a game that won't come out in the US for another several months? Good thing I have other games to occupy myself with in the meantime.
But to get back on topic, I mostly associate Haven with kittens, PONY, and Havenpuns.
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
Pokémon Black and White 2. There's a lot of things about it that are getting me excited for it, mostly curiosity about which older Pokémon are going to be in the game and what the new areas are going to be like.
But it's not coming until September or October by my unprofessional estimate.
EDIT: The original typo here was "estimare." This is how you know you've seen too much MLP without even seeing that much of the show itself.
It was 1978 in Port De Soto, and people knew it. The earliest strands of the '80s were creeping into a town that had adamantly refused to throw away its sideburns and gold necklaces. People walked with more forcefulness than the summer before, throwing their sense of the times around with violent swagger, determined that they would burn the decade out before admitting they had to switch to a new one.
The '70s hadn't been good to Port De Soto, and that was why her citizens refused to move on. They felt, perhaps, that they had missed something among Vietnam and Watergate, that the car-bombings and kidnappings in their own Floridian piece of urban sprawl had caused them to walk one way when the nation went another.
It was 1978 in Port De Soto, and Floyd Burwell was a free man.
Burwell, bouncing down the steps of the courthouse to meet a sea of reporters armed with microphones and notepads, paused a moment to close his eyes and breathe deeply. There was a cool breeze drifting in, a kind counterpoint to the courthouse's broken air conditioner. He looked up at the clear blue sky through brown-tinted sunglasses, and he smiled as he strode forward to greet the media.
At the time, I didn't know any of that. I was sitting in a plane, Boeing 747, flying in from the great state of North Carolina. Burwell might have seen me.
I was wide awake, unlike the other passengers coming in from more distant pastures. My flight was only an hour-and-a-half, lengthened by technical difficulties on the runway. It may have seemed indulgent of me to fly and have my things shipped, considering the distance, but it wasn't every day that I moved to a new state. I liked flying, besides.
Looking out the window, I took in the view of the city. Divided in two by a river and gracefully cradling a harbor, Port De Soto was too beautiful for comparison. She still is. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
I had with me only the clothes on my back, the badge in my pocket, the gun in my waistband, and the two greatest tragedies ever written: The Great Gatsby, and the Holy Bible.
Okay, I have the project I wanted to get finished done; I'll do the second part and finish everything tomorrow, when I can think straight. That and I need to go before Megaprojects closes the express lanes. :P
Doctor Who reference in Pokemon B2W2? Headcanon accepted.
Tonight for dinner will be giant cherrystone clams steamed in merlot with asparagus, mushrooms and bell peppers with country-style apple dumplings for dessert
and then I'm studying calculus for the rest of the night
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
Good night, whale and lee.
^^Yum, apple dumplings! I don't think I've had those in a while.
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
I just saw an ad for Ask.com on the side of the YouTube video I was watching. Apparently, watching videos of Let's Plays and video game music means I'm curious about how to cheat at Angry Birds. Whatever you say, Mr. Adbox.
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Whee I am a massive geek
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
I still have 4 more tests to take before I can completely succumb to senioritis.
Come inside and be afraid
Of this impressive mess I've made
If you take a look now you will find
I have thrown away my vice
Done away with paradise
See what's going on inside my mind
Please let me out
Please let me out
Please let me
Branded like an animal
I can still feel them burning my mind
I do believe that you made your message clear
I think I am losing my mind
I think I am losing my mind
Deprivating, isolating all that I feel
Leaving me with images I know are not real
Are those words of condemnation that I hear
I think I am losing my mind
I think I am losing my
Come inside now, I implore
Do you think you can restore
The crucial pieces missing from my brain
What seems to be the matter dear
Why do you cry and shake with fear
I've only had the best dub me insane.
Please let me out
Please let me out
Please let me
Branded like an animal
I can still feel them burning my mind
I do believe that you made your message clear
I think I am losing my mind
I think I am losing my mind
Deprivating, isolating all that I feel
Leaving me with images I know are not real
Are those words of condemnation that I hear
I think I am losing my mind
I think I am losing my mind
I Don't know how much I can take
The secret thoughts inside me wake
I've lost what was within me
Oh sweet insanity
I don't know how much I can take
The secret thoughts inside me wake
I've lost what was within me
Oh sweet insanity
Now I try again to find
The thing that was my mind
Behold the undersigned
Who said I've lost my mind
Try again to find
The thing that was my mind
Behold the undersigned
Who said I've lost my mind
I've lost my mind
I've lost my mind
I've lost my mind
I've lost my mind
I've lost my mind
I've lost my mind
I've lost my mind
I've lost my mind
I've lost
Mind
I've lost my mind
I've lost my mind
I've lost my mind
I've lost my mind
I've lost my mind
I've lost my mind
I've lost my mind
I've lost my mind
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Morby, you okay?
...do you need a hug? or a kitten? If Squid and Haven are absent, I can provide.
^ Oh, there you are.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Haven, you should probably put some ice on that. Or a warm towel. Probably the former.
But thanks for the concern http://i.imgur.com/aaggb.jpg
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
I just realized that I associate Haven with kittens more than fire now.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Night night, Whale.
of the '80s were creeping into a town that had adamantly refused to
throw away its sideburns and gold necklaces. People walked with more
forcefulness than the summer before, throwing their sense of the times
around with violent swagger, determined that they would burn the decade
out before admitting they had to switch to a new one.
The '70s hadn't been good to Port De Soto, and that was why her
citizens refused to move on. They felt, perhaps, that they had missed
something among Vietnam and Watergate, that the car-bombings and
kidnappings in their own Floridian piece of urban sprawl had caused them
to walk one way when the nation went another.
It was 1978 in Port De Soto, and Floyd Burwell was a free man.
Burwell, bouncing down the steps of the courthouse to meet a sea of reporters armed with microphones and notepads, paused a moment to close his eyes and breathe deeply. There was a cool breeze drifting in, a kind counterpoint to the courthouse's broken air conditioner. He looked up at the clear blue sky through brown-tinted sunglasses, and he smiled as he strode forward to greet the media.
At the time, I didn't know any of that. I was sitting in a plane, Boeing 747, flying in from the great state of North Carolina. Burwell might have seen me.
I was wide awake, unlike the other passengers coming in from more distant pastures. My flight was only an hour-and-a-half, lengthened by technical difficulties on the runway. It may have seemed indulgent of me to fly and have my things shipped, considering the distance, but it wasn't every day that I moved to a new state. I liked flying, besides.
Looking out the window, I took in the view of the city. Divided in two by a river and gracefully cradling a harbor, Port De Soto was too beautiful for comparison. She still is. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
I had with me only the clothes on my back, the badge in my pocket, the gun in my waistband, and the two greatest tragedies ever written: The Great Gatsby, and the Holy Bible.
Tonight for dinner will be giant cherrystone clams steamed in merlot with asparagus, mushrooms and bell peppers with country-style apple dumplings for dessert
and then I'm studying calculus for the rest of the night