that Stephen King has a weird obsession with Plymouths?
I just read a few stories in Just After Sunset, a compilation of some short stories he did a while back, and already two of the cars involved, owned by the protagonist/main character, were Plymouths, both having some sort of custom-made appeal to them. And then of course, there's Christine.
I know Plymouths are radical cars, but jeez, Stephen, wanna make it even more obvious?

EDIT// OH GOD THIS IS THE BEST TRANSFORMERS COMMERCIAL YET. [link] The twins aren't that retarded in this one, and I ended up giggling and spilling my V8 all over my shirt (yeah yeah I'm a ROTF!twins fan like, hardcore B|) And does anyone have a shot of the twins in Shanghai, in their ice cream truck alt mode? If you do, can you send me a copy? xD

Just took a quick hour-long nap. I must've had troubled sleep, because I'm tired but if an hour is as much as I can crank out... ehh.
So I guess I'll be up all night, clouding up the place with my angst fumes. Angsty angst angst.

I would actually update this journal, but the only updates consist of things that have made me angry or sad, and you guys are getting tired of that. So I will say this -
I may take an art hiatus. I was thinking about it a couple days ago, because I've been nothing by frustrated with my art, and I don't need the little added stress of not being able to accomplish a single picture. I'll probably do a few sketches here and there, jump on iScribble if Watson wants it, but that's probably it. I'm really tired of my stuff.

Anyways, carry on about your day, now. Pointless journal is pointless.