You Win

Erin, this is for you.
 I am only writing because of you.  I would, however, like it if you kept giving me a song of the day.  That was a wonderful thing for you to do and I cannot express my joy at recieving that song.  I know it sounds cheesy, but thank you.  I have given up all hope on finding my Gibson pin and I put it in Gods hands.  Please, I would love it back.
     So you know how ini movies when it was quiet there were crickets?  Well now they're car alarms; what the hell, society?  Replacing an awesome animal that can practically play the violin with a man-made ring tone for burglers.  I don't get it.  Well, the times, they are a changin'.  Speaking of change, I collect coins from 1989 and before.  I have a lot of them.  I find it difficult to get enough change (change from 1990 to present) to be able to buy anything.  Especially since everything is wicked expensive.  Like bikes.  I need to get one.  I will tell the story of the broken bike another day.  It's a good one.  Kind of.  I think.  Whatever.  Anyways, I want an old 10-speed bike.  Like, used.  And a lot less expensive.  So I can pay for it in change.