Just breathing.

Life is pretty much boring. Work is still work. I'm having surgery to remove all four wisdom teeth on the 13th. The Toyota Camry hybrid pricing came out - $26,000. Junior is sixth in the standings [woohoo!] Martin is kinda getting on my nerves, but watching NASCAR Driven to Win on the Biography channel, all smiles of a wonderful 2004 season. Damn, I miss those Busch series days. It's boring to watch now without him. Kasey is very dreamy with that dark brown hair. Makes his eyes pop out more
*sighs*. Car needs a bath. I need a tan. I need a haircut. Need to find some smelly stuff.

Found some new music for your new listening pleasure:

HIM - Wings of a Butterfly,
Nonpoint - Bullet with a Name on It [they're locals!],
Aphasia - House of Cards [totally check them out. Awesome band! Soon to break out], Amber Pacific - Always You,
Panic! at the Disco - The Only Diffrence Between Martydom and Suicide is Press Coverage [lets out a breathe. I really hate their lyrics as a hole because, well, they don't make sence plus they're linked to Fall Out Boy and they suck, too. This song is just, it sticks out somehow.]

Top Ten Signs You've Been Watching Too Much NASCAR
Frontstretch Top Ten
Becca Gladden · Wednesday April 5, 2006

10. At start of your kid’s school track meet, you yell out, “Boogity, Boogity, Boogity!” instead of their name.

9. Family members don’t bother calling on Sunday unless it’s NASCAR-related.

8. You know the weather forecast for the upcoming race city a week in advance.

7. You can recite 15 current NASCAR TV commercials from memory.

6. You memorize phone numbers by the corresponding NASCAR car numbers.

5. At least one room in your house has wall-to-wall NASCAR memorabilia.

4. You get extra Prozac for an off-weekend in the Nextel Cup schedule.

3. After the race, you immediately switch to Speed for more NASCAR coverage.

2. You postpone elective surgery ‘til the off season.

1. The first prayer you say on Sunday is simply for your driver to win.

Oh man, i'm running from those peeps with the white jackets now! #9, 7, 5, 3, 1. All me.