Darts, among other distractions

If I was really rich I'd be one of those people with the awesome stereo system that only plays FM radio. I realized this today while perusing a site about darts equipment. We got a dart board a few weeks ago and today, while practicing my triple 20s, I thought to myself, "My trouble is I don't have the best darts."

You see, my darts have a tendency to wobble in the air. In my head I'm sure it's something to do with my release or the fact that I'm not very good, but in my heart I know it's because those cheap plastic shafts, lame aluminum barrels, and shoddy lead points are nothing compared to the tungsten-powered hand missiles of glory I saw on the darts website.

Those things were awesome, and I mean that in the truest sense of the word. They didn't even look like my darts. They were all shiny and colorful, in a manly way, and I just knew if I had those darts I wouldn't have to practice anymore. I could just let them fly to their target on the power of thought.

You see that thing to the left? WTF? And you know what it's called? "SAVAGE". Come on, that's intense for a fucking dart. As soon as I get a job, oh man, you better believe it.

Anyways, that's what I was up to today.