They say to be forgotten is worse than death. To this I completely agree.

Why do I still miss you?
Why do you still haunt my dreams?
Why does my heart still reach for yours?


Why...

es hat den Tod der Hoffnung genommen, damit du gehen kannst

Change is going to happen. One way or another.

Being Valentine's day, I feel like I should say something in regards to my beloved. Normally, I wouldn't give this day a second thought, or really involve myself with it in any fashion. To even consider the "day of love" was puke-a-tron 5000.
This year is different. Yes I'm in a relationship, but it's so more than that. It's something that I am not afraid to admit to, but rather take great pride in.
I am honored and blessed to claim this lovely doe as my own. It's not just enough that I tell her, or a few close friends, but I would tell all the world that she is mine, I am hers and that I love her with all my heart.
Her smile illuminates my life, her laughter is wonderful, and her voice is the sweetest sound too good for mortal ears. She is beautiful in both body and spirit and she has a good strong heart. I love her for who she is, but also for who she makes me want to be, a better man.

I love you Shaddie!

My 300zx is gone. The details are trivial and pointless at this point, but it's clear that I will no longer be in possession of it. This pains my soul. I loved that car. I've had it longer than I've owned any other vehicle. I've never come so close to crying over the loss of such a silly thing. I built that car, made it what it was. I cannot begin to explain the sentimental value that it held.

However, I cannot exist without a car. So, with a heavy heart I began searching craigslist and other car ads. It's always the same thing; crappy Honda civics that some noob thinking he's a street racer have driven into the ground, or grandma cars that are insane gas hags and nothing I would want to be see in publicly that's for sure (no offense to the grandma car owners/drivers out there). I entertained many ideas of dream cars, corvettes, camaro's, chargers, mustangs, challengers, even Hummers. Just thinking "one day... one day I'll have one".

Among my wishful searching, I entered BMW thinking, "what the hell". Surprise cannot begin to describe what happened next. There... on the webpage... was a BMW 325i, black, runs and drives, nothing weird, two-door, beautiful. It was in my price range (Barely) and I ended up buying 24 hours later.

I love German engineering. I love everything about it. BMW's have always been a favorite of mine, but I never thought I would own one. Not on my income. It's a little older model, but if I bought it new I wouldn't be able to restore it. It's a fantastic buy for the money, and I am excited to finally own one.

 shadowwolf VS  razetrigger

1. Who eats more?
I'd say probably me, but she has a good appetite and I really like a girl who's not afraid to enjoy a good meal.

2. Who said “I love you” first?
That would be me. How could I not?

3. Who is the morning person?
Lol Neither of us. We lay in bed all morning :)

4. Who sings better?
She has the sweetest little voice!

5. Who’s older?
I am by three years

6. Who’s smarter?
This is a tough one. I'd like to consider us both fairly intelligent and intellectual. The subjects vary, but I'd say were about the same.

7. Whose temper is worse?
Mine

8. Who does the laundry?
We do our own laundry.

9. Who does the dishes?
She does most of the time but I try my best to help.

10. Who sleeps on what side of the bed?
It switches, but I usually sleep on the right.

11. Whose feet are bigger?
Definitely mine.

12. Whose hair is longer?
Hers

13. Who’s better with the computer?
Not sure. Probably her.

14. Do you have pets?
Several. Bugs, snakes, and a Beo.

15. Who pays the bills?
We pay our own billz

16. Who cooks dinner?
We do it together. That's the best way.

17. Who drives when you are together?
Me. I like driving, she doesn't.

18. Who pays when you go out to dinner?
I think I do, but we always make it fair.

19. Who’s the most stubborn?
Ooooh.... I'm not sure.

20. Who is the first one to admit when they’re wrong?
I think I am, but shes getting better.

21. Whose family do you see more?
Hers.

22. Who named your pet?
I did, but she helped...

23. Who kissed who first?
I kissed her first, but now she's an addict >:D

24. Who asked who out?
I asked her, on bended knee. But she ran and ran...

26. Who’s more sensitive?
Lol not sure.

27. Who’s taller?
I am.

28. Who has more friends?
We both have a decent amount of friends.

29. Who has more siblings?
LOL 3 vs 7... I win.

30. Who wears the pants in the relationship?
We both wear pants, though I have seen her in a dress (she was so stunning). SRSLY THO We're both pretty equal in our relationship.

CHECK THIS OUT!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ETvTwTzInsE&feature=colike

Everything is returning to normal. Everything is how it should be and better.

I'm sorry I lost you. Everyday I'm sorry


The Reason - Hoobastank

I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with every day
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
That's why I need you to hear

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you [x4]

I'm not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you

WHAT HAS SCIENCE DUNNNNNN!?!?

Please feel free to add links!



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e8X3ACToii0&ob=av2n

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mmi60Bd4jSs

Interesting night at work. For those of you that don't know, I am in law enforcement. So... I was in the patrol cruiser in line at Carl's Jr (Hardy's for you east coasters) drive-thru to get me a chicken sammich, when I hear a man yelling from the street to my right. I turn my head to see this rather fat man weighing down a beat up, white Oldsmobile cutlass at a traffic light. After making eye contact with the gravity-rich man, he proceeded to yell obscenities at me such as "F*** you man" and "You suck" Unfortunately, in my state that is not an arrestable offense. So, I decided to play along.

At this time, I chose not to engage in verbal communication, but rather waved back at him politely. However his slurred insults continued, showing obvious signs on intoxication. There were at least three other males in the car, and they all seemed very amused by their friends intelligent choice in vocabulary selection, that he used to attempt to insult me.

My waves and smiles proved ineffective, so as trained, I proceeded up the use-of-force latter and proceeded to blow them kisses. This did have an effect. The obese sweaty man then chose to call me "Faggot" or "Queer" and other names implementing that I was homosexual.

I rolled my window down "You mad, bro?" I simply asked. This question stumped the fat one. He stopped yelling for a moment and he and his friends looked at each other like I just asked him to solve an intense math equation upside down, backwards and explaining it in Korean. After some seconds of mental debate he simply replied "No..." I informed him that "we were cool" and everything is okay, reinforcing my worlds with a smile and thumbs up.

Then something clicked in his brain and he proceeded with the insults. Thankfully, his light turned green and they were off.

I gathered my Trophy sandwich from the drive-thru, and the employee congratulated me on a mission well done. As I turned the corner into the parking lot, there was the bulbous man, leaning on the white car with his friends sitting inside. I smiled and waved, heading towards the parking lot exit, when something struck my car. I looked in my rear view mirror long enough to see something that resembled a shoe go under my patrol vehicle.

I put me vehicle in park, and got out to asses any potential damage by the projectile shoe, there was none. Upon my exit out of the car, the fat man asked "Are ya gunna be all gay with me now?" to which I quickly responded, "Do you want me to be?" he was unamused by my response and then asked if I thought it was funny. I answered with "Yeah, it's kinda funny."

That was the catalyst for him. He pressed himself off the white car where he sat, freeing the car to lift a good two or three inches, now free of his poundage. The ground shook as the drunken blob stumbled his way towards me aggressively. Sadly, all he found was the pavement, then defeated by his own intoxication, retreated to a near by curb and sat.

Even though I could of got him with drunk in public, disorderly conduct, or vandalism, I knew that this man had already had a blow to his ego, and the morning hangover would be unforgiving. I wished him a good night, heard no reply, got in back in the cruiser and departed.


~Raze


Later, after telling a deer friend of mine, she stated that I should of taken the shoe. For evidence of course.