Well as of Friday, I am 19 years old. Wee-har. Fuckin wasteland of a birthday. Can't legally drink or nothin. Somebody bought me Front Mission 4 though, which is cool cause that game is the shit. I also got some money in the mail which went to my car God I hate 20/20 hindsight. So far, my total amount of money spent on my car has crested 4 grand. Actually I'm sitting at 4300-odd dollars. Most of which went into a bodykit and paint and shit, which all turned out REALLY good (I'm happy with it). It turns a lot of heads, that's for sure. Now to proceed toward the heart of this rant... I'm kicking myself for going down the ricer path. I dont consider myself a true ricer, because I have at least some sort of sense (at least I spent the money to get the kit installed and everything painted by a talented professional). I hate myself now because I started off with this car on very much the wrong foot... I was your typical bewildered Honda owner, confused into thinking that "cool" things were aggressive bodykits, huge wings and 18s. At this point, too much money is involved to turn it around and do what I would have been happier with in the first place. I really hate myself sometimes. A lot of you despise bodykits... but I'll probably post up a few pics when it's 100% done. I'm ready for teh savage hating though, I guess.