They call me Tanner. When they need someone to get them where they're going, they call me. If it has wheels, I can drive it. I'm the wheelman!

Ok, actually, my name isn't Tanner, it's Icebear of course, and I'm not the wheelman. But I really wish I was. On a whim, I rented the PlayStation game Driver 2 and man am I hooked. I'm so hooked, in fact, that I found the original Driver, and Driver 2 on half.com for great prices and ordered them. This game is so cool. It's a typical guy game. Name another game that will let you take a vintage hot rod and knock the shit out of some cops. Of course, they're trying to knock the shit out of you too, but paybacks rule. It's also a frustrating game. I've ended up winging the dual shock controller across the living room a time or two. But, I'm addicted and I can't help it.

So, today is Valentine's Day. And Icebear is a shitty husband, yet again. As you might have figured, I didn't get anything for the wife. Mainly because we're pretty tight moneywise until I get paid Friday, and secondly because she usually says I don't need to get her anything. She's happy enogh with me. Yeah, I'm dreading the day the drugs wear off too. But, I'm just not that sprinkle the lady with candy and flowers and stuff, kind of guy. When I say I love you, I mean it and she knows it. So, even though I didn't get her anything too special for Valentine's Day, it's still been a good day because we're together. Corny, but true.

Ok, this entry is shit. I wanted to come on here and ramble on more about the game Driver 2, but I figured I'd lose all my female readers (all one of them), so I cut it short. Well, anyway, I'll try to have something more interesting next time. Sorry folks.

Icebear

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