i would like to take the time to address darkstar. im a little unsure if i should even take the time to write this but im going to anyway. my idea of a day in the life of darkstar: You wake up in the morning and look in the mirror disapointed with your life. Then when you get really depressed and down on yourself, you walk over to you computer, X-out the gay porn website, open a new browser and log into pittspeed. You search frantically for a post you can try and write a witty comment on to get a rise out of everyone, and then wait… there it is! you found a post to jack. Then you pause for a moment think long and hard of a comment that is completely irrelevant to the post, and yes! youve got it. You write your dickhead comment, then lean back in your chair , put your arms behind your head and re-read the comment you just posted and have a chuckle to yourself. After you feel better about your life you walk into your garage ( i could be wrong but i read you own a auto corvette), get in your car and talk to it like its your only friend, because it probably is, then you back out to take it for a drive, as you come to a stoplight you look over and you see a “ricer” and he revs his engine at you, you then proceed to put your foot on the brake, move the transmission into neutral and rev back, then you floor it and blow the doors off of that 1.6 single cam civic. Now you feel really good about yourself, on the return trip home at another light you see another corvette coming up on you, come to realize its a 66 year old grandmother driving the exact same car you are. you try to not look because you feel tough in your car but you cant help but notice she’s waiving to you saying “hey look we have the same car mines automatic to!” then back to depression, you go home pull the car in and sit there saying its ok one day you’ll be a race car to. Then you proceed back to your computer and proceed to jack off while crying histerically, then when all feels lost you log on to pittspeed for another self esteem booster. But if ever there is a time in life when you feel maybe as if you lead a pathetic and boring life, and think hey what have i really made of myself? just remember you can always add a + 1 to the national suicide rate and then maybe someone will give a fuck about what you say then.