<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:29:54.305-07:00</updated><category term='no air'/><category term='why hott guy why'/><category term='these things make me happy'/><category term='it&apos;s about time'/><category term='love in Austin'/><category term='i luhh getting pho&apos;d up homie'/><category term='whasian people need sun too'/><category term='sometimes i think i think too much'/><category term='Dan the Man'/><category term='i luhh gettin thai&apos;d up'/><category term='music is a matter of emotion'/><category term='did i make it that easy'/><category term='whasain persuasion'/><category term='happy singles awareness day'/><category term='love is music'/><category term='snip snip cut cut'/><category term='c&apos;est la vie'/><category term='므ㅐㄱㄷ'/><category term='bleeeeeeeeeeeh'/><category term='i only like it when it rains in alaminos'/><category term='lazy bum'/><category term='cool you&apos;re whasian too'/><category term='phi fi PHO phum'/><category term='no more casper for me'/><category term='stupid little people'/><category term='i shouldn&apos;t be surprised'/><category term='what i call a good time'/><category term='just being honest'/><category term='gloomy weather makes me a gloomy girl'/><category term='fashion n fabrics'/><category term='WTF'/><category term='beyiiiiiiiitch'/><category term='and i thought i was a weirdo'/><category term='i luhh my mums'/><category term='ugghhhh'/><category term='lersh'/><category term='mm mm good'/><category term='getting back into the swing of things'/><category term='i smells funky'/><category term='falalalalala'/><category term='because i&apos;m broke'/><category term='hi low oh eight'/><category term='coughing is no good for your pipes'/><category term='Alan Antonio Villaflor'/><category term='he can make all ze pain go avay'/><category term='oui love crepes'/><category term='no sex hair'/><category term='i have a dream'/><category term='got warm at stell&apos;s housewarming'/><category term='i like lovin this way'/><category term='it figures'/><category term='nobody makes me bleed my own blood'/><category term='heartschallenger'/><category term='oh blogspot what would i do without you.'/><category term='Taaayxasssssss'/><category term='wha da pho'/><category term='sing-along-song'/><category term='on the run around run around'/><category term='got my nails did harrharr'/><category term='nasty lil creepurrs'/><category term='SUP FOO'/><category term='lazy fat girl day'/><category term='chu know bout dat'/><category term='yeah can i get a tall caramel frap please'/><category term='oh heath say it aint so'/><category term='in my ears'/><category term='i hope you did'/><category term='if god is the ultimate'/><category term='shutupyoudoittoo'/><category term='cough cough cough'/><category term='don&apos;t bother me'/><category term='holy moley blaaaaah'/><category term='i hate LA'/><category term='insomnia'/><category term='cheers'/><category term='sneak a peak'/><category term='puppy fave'/><category term='herro kitteh'/><category term='why oh why'/><category term='baggy baggssssss'/><category term='fear is the heart of love'/><category term='great now i cant wear my white disko pants'/><category term='is it april 29 yet?'/><category term='i need moolah'/><category term='oh how i love zee net'/><category term='habits are hard to break'/><category term='click ze pic'/><category term='boo hoo wahh wahh'/><category term='then ganja is the gateway drug to trinity'/><category term='sigh if only'/><category term='i ficky ficky in my spare time; BEEEEEAAATTSSSS'/><category term='hello kitty gon blast yo ass'/><category term='supa staaaaaaah'/><title type='text'>Hello, KittY &lt;(^_^)&gt; !</title><subtitle type='html'>abunai seikatsu..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-8942791190337751202</id><published>2008-06-20T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:47:01.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy fave'/><title type='text'>cyril roy palmer</title><content type='html'>The question is what have I been doing, nothing. Yeah I know what your thinking that sounds pretty good. Your thinking I might like to do nothing myself. Well let me tell ya doing nothing is not as easy as it looks. You have to be careful because the idea of doing anything can easily lead to doing something. That would cut in to your nothing, And that would force me to drop..... EVERYTHING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-8942791190337751202?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8942791190337751202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=8942791190337751202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/8942791190337751202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/8942791190337751202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/06/cyril-roy-palmer.html' title='cyril roy palmer'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-3344226324583215062</id><published>2008-05-18T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T05:17:48.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><title type='text'>een som knee yaaaaaah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SDAdb8HM8VI/AAAAAAAAAXA/nya5O5tcH5s/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SDAdb8HM8VI/AAAAAAAAAXA/nya5O5tcH5s/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201689935442932050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i hate being tired and not being able to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;it's becoming a habit.&lt;br /&gt;it's been fun though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;breakfast with Cor &amp;amp;then i'm off to see my booboo JM :3&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog &amp;amp;tell you about the past three days when i have more free time that's not being dedicated to sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.. i miss the gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-3344226324583215062?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/3344226324583215062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=3344226324583215062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/3344226324583215062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/3344226324583215062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/05/een-som-knee-yaaaaaah.html' title='een som knee yaaaaaah!'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SDAdb8HM8VI/AAAAAAAAAXA/nya5O5tcH5s/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-8859625372789597522</id><published>2008-05-16T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T04:11:17.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baggy baggssssss'/><title type='text'>THIRSTY THURSDAY</title><content type='html'>WE'RE TOO YOUNG TO FALL ASLEEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe the guys agreed to tonight.&lt;br /&gt;i had such a blast.&lt;br /&gt;talk&lt;br /&gt; about&lt;br /&gt;    DISCOFRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SC1p7MHM8UI/AAAAAAAAAW4/sWx6mO68t4w/s1600-h/Photo+1351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SC1p7MHM8UI/AAAAAAAAAW4/sWx6mO68t4w/s400/Photo+1351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200929610267423042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SC1p68HM8TI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ZiAUmXsNFSY/s1600-h/Photo+1350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SC1p68HM8TI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ZiAUmXsNFSY/s400/Photo+1350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200929605972455730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bruises aren't attractive.. it's painful but it was fun getting it.&lt;br /&gt;alright i'm starting to come down.&lt;br /&gt;ciAo! tell me your dreams in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;peas:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-8859625372789597522?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8859625372789597522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=8859625372789597522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/8859625372789597522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/8859625372789597522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/05/thirsty-thursday.html' title='THIRSTY THURSDAY'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SC1p7MHM8UI/AAAAAAAAAW4/sWx6mO68t4w/s72-c/Photo+1351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-3982492136300833183</id><published>2008-04-29T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:43:11.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love is music'/><title type='text'>NEW playlist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SBddMPdgdGI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Db8-NDcOoRY/s1600-h/love+is..+music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SBddMPdgdGI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Db8-NDcOoRY/s400/love+is..+music.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194723160085263458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Didja see? haha..&lt;br /&gt;don't know what it is lately.. but i just can't get enough of eggs &amp;amp;toyo haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i see my flake of a best friend Duckie today.&lt;br /&gt;but he's got a girl now soooooooo.. yeah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-3982492136300833183?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SBddMPdgdGI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Db8-NDcOoRY/s72-c/love+is..+music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-2256803089220738178</id><published>2008-04-29T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T01:25:43.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my ears'/><title type='text'>what i'm feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i'm thinking a new playlist is in order..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;COMING SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a quick warning..&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna call this one the, "cornysappybrokenheart" playlist.&lt;br /&gt;so you can just imagine the kind of songs that'll be playing&lt;br /&gt;:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-2256803089220738178?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2256803089220738178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=2256803089220738178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/2256803089220738178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/2256803089220738178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-im-feeling.html' title='what i&apos;m feeling'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-9125511933566957801</id><published>2008-04-29T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T00:43:14.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting back into the swing of things'/><title type='text'>comfort..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so i'm getting scheduled for next week since this week's already been done.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to surprise Cory, like i did before when i first got into town..&lt;br /&gt;but that little ninja beat me to it!&lt;br /&gt;i guess it was something in my voice that let her know i was home..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;just as i was leaving the house &amp;amp;getting into the car.. i hear, "Hi babygirl!"&lt;br /&gt;and i see her littler head poking out from the tree hiding with Lissete!&lt;br /&gt;haha, it was SO nice to see her.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't realize how weird i felt without her till we were back in the car and things felt more normal than they have felt for the month &amp;amp;couple of weeks i've been away.&lt;br /&gt;what can i say? i love my bestfriend :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the gym tonight.&lt;br /&gt;FELT SO GOOD.. bytheway. then went to starbucks &amp;amp;saw some friendly faces.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't seen or talked to ANY of my friends yet.. so just seeing Richard &amp;amp;Adon's familiar faces was nice.. even though it was just polite/friendly banter.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;then the surprise of my day. i saw THE Jacob Garrison.&lt;br /&gt;haha 8Ena, if you're reading this.. YES! i did see jerkob.&lt;br /&gt;he was walking by carry a bag of wine (typical, oh &amp;amp;the bag was plastic "/ tsk tsk)&lt;br /&gt;apparently, he didn't recognize me &amp;amp;was wondering what "those two girls are doing talking to Richard." haha.. but i ran out &amp;amp;jumped him. we offered him a ride home &amp;amp;let him drive haha. &amp;amp;that's basically where my night ended..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good day. i got home &amp;amp;felt hungry so i made myself some eggs &amp;amp;toyo. haha.&lt;br /&gt;what can i say? i'm a fatass "/ oh well, it's nothing new..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciAo! buonna notte, sogni dorro.. tell me your dreams in the morning &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-9125511933566957801?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/9125511933566957801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=9125511933566957801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/9125511933566957801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/9125511933566957801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/04/comfort.html' title='comfort..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-8119621444614866215</id><published>2008-04-28T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T00:44:48.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alan Antonio Villaflor'/><title type='text'>"mahal."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SBV3FfdgdBI/AAAAAAAAAV4/PV7EJMUWXvE/s1600-h/Alan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SBV3FfdgdBI/AAAAAAAAAV4/PV7EJMUWXvE/s400/Alan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194188681470047250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last september.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SBV3F_dgdCI/AAAAAAAAAWA/sGfAnF2l82U/s1600-h/alan+%26i.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SBV3F_dgdCI/AAAAAAAAAWA/sGfAnF2l82U/s400/alan+%26i.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194188690059981858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SBV3GPdgdDI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Dhdeeye-03g/s1600-h/alan+%26i+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SBV3GPdgdDI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Dhdeeye-03g/s400/alan+%26i+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194188694354949170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SBV3GvdgdEI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/3Up8uTV07xM/s1600-h/alan+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SBV3GvdgdEI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/3Up8uTV07xM/s400/alan+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194188702944883778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SBV3HPdgdFI/AAAAAAAAAWY/1Rf8a9JbZEs/s1600-h/alan+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SBV3HPdgdFI/AAAAAAAAAWY/1Rf8a9JbZEs/s400/alan+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194188711534818386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i know i'm not the only one who's been stupid enough to give into something knowing that it's not the best thing for you.. but this is ridiculous. i never thought i'd be one of those girls whose whole life can be affected by one person. &amp;amp;not just any person, but a lying, selfish, manipulative, snake in the grass. i feel even more stupid because i know all this yet, i still sit and entertain idiotic thoughts that with me he'd be different. that somehow, somewhere, underneath all the bullshit is a good person who really does care.. even if it's not with me. that everything he's said wasn't a complete lie. that somehow, the situation will work out like a fairytale and everyone ends up happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm an idiot &amp;amp;i'm really not used to being in this position. the first man i ever seriously romantically cared about, turned out to be the first man that made a complete fool of me. and i hate that i feel i had no control over any of this. i just found myself caring. it still surprises me how deeply he affects me. if i had a choice.. i wouldn't feel anything. no one has ever disrespected me the way he has.  and to be honest, i'm so new to this. my head is not used to  romanticizing situations with men.. i've always been able to see the truth and deal with it. it was so easy, it was almost mechanical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to get past all this. blaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-8119621444614866215?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8119621444614866215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=8119621444614866215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/8119621444614866215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/8119621444614866215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/04/mahal.html' title='&quot;mahal.&quot;'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SBV3FfdgdBI/AAAAAAAAAV4/PV7EJMUWXvE/s72-c/Alan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-6035401225055948585</id><published>2008-04-27T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:55:32.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mm mm good'/><title type='text'>Happy Birfday June!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;went out last night for June's 27th birthday bash! went to Bubba Gump, then headed over to Saddle Ranch for a blur of a good time, then ended up at Denny's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SBVEJfdgc8I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/PGKMjgLadqM/s1600-h/strawberry+margarita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SBVEJfdgc8I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/PGKMjgLadqM/s400/strawberry+margarita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194132675096507330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SBVEJvdgc9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/bxC3iux-yj4/s1600-h/long+island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SBVEJvdgc9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/bxC3iux-yj4/s400/long+island.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194132679391474642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SBVEJvdgc-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/eJ0oL7VUDYU/s1600-h/minderaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SBVEJvdgc-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/eJ0oL7VUDYU/s400/minderaser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194132679391474658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SBVEJ_dgc_I/AAAAAAAAAVo/2URBYUbXCVM/s1600-h/vodka+redbull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SBVEJ_dgc_I/AAAAAAAAAVo/2URBYUbXCVM/s400/vodka+redbull.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194132683686441970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SBVEKPdgdAI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ecinDIRbFTI/s1600-h/AMF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/SBVEKPdgdAI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ecinDIRbFTI/s400/AMF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194132687981409282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started feeling it after the vodka red bull.. but it was the adios motherfucker that did me in &amp;amp;had me blubbering at the end of the night, lol. i woke up with a massive headache though.. my body is definitely NOT too fond of me right now. k, more blogging later on.. i'm going to fill my body with more toxins ala chicken soft tacos from Del Taco :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-6035401225055948585?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/6035401225055948585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=6035401225055948585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/6035401225055948585'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-4885403945657299011</id><published>2008-04-12T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T05:27:02.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='is it april 29 yet?'/><title type='text'>hard candy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;          I just woke up from a fuzzy dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I never want to see  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the things that I have seen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I looked in the mirror and I saw your face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You looked back through me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you were miles away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All my dreams, they fade away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'll never be the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you could see me the way you see yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And pretend to be someone else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You'll always love me more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Miles away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I hear it in your voice when we're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Miles away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You're not afraid to tell me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Miles away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I guess we're at our best when we're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Miles away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So far away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So far away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-4885403945657299011?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/4885403945657299011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=4885403945657299011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/4885403945657299011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/4885403945657299011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/04/hard-candy.html' title='hard candy.'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-3143703109615987178</id><published>2008-04-05T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T05:28:03.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='did i make it that easy'/><title type='text'>Clever Trick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;half a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LEAVE ME ALONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you had your fun. it wasn't fun for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i cried every night for months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;there wasn't a day i didn't think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i told myself i wasn't crying because of you but because of what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i was only lying to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i couldn't get it out of my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;what you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;everything you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&amp;amp;i actually believed you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i was so foolish and naive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i thought i was over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i thought i was over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but i still wish you were dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i wish i never met you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i wish i was who i was before you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i never thought the mere sight of you would make me crumble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i was always so sure of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i was sure of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i regret everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-3143703109615987178?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/3143703109615987178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=3143703109615987178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/3143703109615987178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/3143703109615987178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/04/clever-trick.html' title='Clever Trick.'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-8662844638278992793</id><published>2008-03-26T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T06:35:57.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falalalalala'/><title type='text'>hahaha..</title><content type='html'>i'm sitting downstairs at the hotel's lounge/karaoke bar.&lt;br /&gt;no one's here so i have the bar tender and all the waiters singing and dancing for me.&lt;br /&gt;give me a little time.. i'll have them drinking with me too..&lt;br /&gt;lmao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-8662844638278992793?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8662844638278992793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=8662844638278992793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/8662844638278992793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/8662844638278992793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/03/hahaha.html' title='hahaha..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-2722079856865299787</id><published>2008-03-24T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T16:11:21.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='므ㅐㄱㄷ'/><title type='text'>ㅑ ㅣㅐㅍㄷ ㅡ며걏ㄷ</title><content type='html'>i'm in korea.&lt;br /&gt;it's cold.&lt;br /&gt;it's beautiful &amp;amp;the shopping is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;my flight leaves in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;ciAo!&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-2722079856865299787?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2722079856865299787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=2722079856865299787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/2722079856865299787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/2722079856865299787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='ㅑ ㅣㅐㅍㄷ ㅡ며걏ㄷ'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-3180156369247237094</id><published>2008-03-21T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T02:50:11.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on the run around run around'/><title type='text'>you got me boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R-OEoOL67iI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/KrJANtdyQSY/s1600-h/landing+strip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R-OEoOL67iI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/KrJANtdyQSY/s400/landing+strip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180129822943931938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm told my flight leaves monday at dawn. meaning, i leave sunday night. hopefully late night. SATURDAY; i'm ready for all the shenanigans that are sure to ensue.. make me miss you even more. i'm already thinking of you &amp;amp;i haven't even left yet.. no, i don't want to forget. so whether it be shouting obscenities from a rooftop, coversing with sweaty strangers in a hot box, making friends with barista men, riding in the back of a pick up, getting smashed in alice in wonderland type places, or sitting idly in my passenger just to think the same thoughts.. don't let me forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, it's sure to be good.&lt;br /&gt;buonna notte, sogni dorro mio amores.. tell me you dreams in the morning &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-3180156369247237094?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/3180156369247237094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=3180156369247237094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/3180156369247237094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/3180156369247237094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-got-me-boy.html' title='you got me boy'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R-OEoOL67iI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/KrJANtdyQSY/s72-c/landing+strip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-5017195930374447501</id><published>2008-03-19T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T02:16:01.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music is a matter of emotion'/><title type='text'>ruled by secrecy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R-DZwYuMv1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/SN4x1yKaU0k/s1600-h/982446748_7e1aed36_dessel%2B90cm%2Bx%2B90cm%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R-DZwYuMv1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/SN4x1yKaU0k/s400/982446748_7e1aed36_dessel%2B90cm%2Bx%2B90cm%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179378996769242962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-5017195930374447501?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/5017195930374447501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=5017195930374447501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/5017195930374447501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/5017195930374447501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/03/ruled-by-secrecy.html' title='ruled by secrecy'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R-DZwYuMv1I/AAAAAAAAAUI/SN4x1yKaU0k/s72-c/982446748_7e1aed36_dessel%2B90cm%2Bx%2B90cm%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-6883019549885756456</id><published>2008-03-18T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T02:34:24.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='because i&apos;m broke'/><title type='text'>someone buy this for me.. please :3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9-MHYuMv0I/AAAAAAAAAUA/zB1OkGu-NX4/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9-MHYuMv0I/AAAAAAAAAUA/zB1OkGu-NX4/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179012155022556994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it matches my new wallet &amp;amp;it'd be a great carry on. I WANT IT! think of it as a.. parting gift? lol.. I WANT IT! kthanksgoodnight &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-6883019549885756456?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/6883019549885756456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=6883019549885756456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/6883019549885756456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/6883019549885756456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/03/someone-buy-this-for-me-please-3.html' title='someone buy this for me.. please :3'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9-MHYuMv0I/AAAAAAAAAUA/zB1OkGu-NX4/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-926258405676920828</id><published>2008-03-18T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T02:25:25.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SUP FOO'/><title type='text'>life's a beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmm.. where oh where do i begin? i'm not sure but..&lt;br /&gt;today was fun. i liked today.&lt;br /&gt;yay today! here are some pictures on our way to the beach from my crap of an ass camera.. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;@ tarjet buying the food with cyril dressed like a bum.. but the best dressed bum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9-HbIuMvqI/AAAAAAAAASw/6oPweJxPw7g/s1600-h/0317081230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9-HbIuMvqI/AAAAAAAAASw/6oPweJxPw7g/s400/0317081230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179006996766834338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ILL CYRILLLLLLLLLLLL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9-HbYuMvrI/AAAAAAAAAS4/txDyvLJntJ8/s1600-h/0317081303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9-HbYuMvrI/AAAAAAAAAS4/txDyvLJntJ8/s400/0317081303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179007001061801650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;drivingdrivingdriving...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9-HbYuMvsI/AAAAAAAAATA/2_0idAAOCVU/s1600-h/0317081303a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9-HbYuMvsI/AAAAAAAAATA/2_0idAAOCVU/s400/0317081303a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179007001061801666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;posingposingposing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9-HbouMvtI/AAAAAAAAATI/ZYxBX75q0oA/s1600-h/0317081303b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9-HbouMvtI/AAAAAAAAATI/ZYxBX75q0oA/s400/0317081303b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179007005356768978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;mm, red vines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9-HbouMvuI/AAAAAAAAATQ/9WOGBIaOkKg/s1600-h/0317081304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9-HbouMvuI/AAAAAAAAATQ/9WOGBIaOkKg/s400/0317081304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179007005356768994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sexy mexy.. haha &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9-HzYuMvvI/AAAAAAAAATY/LM3EjnxTsCY/s1600-h/0317081305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9-HzYuMvvI/AAAAAAAAATY/LM3EjnxTsCY/s400/0317081305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179007413378662130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;cracked out members ONLY! chyeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9-HzYuMvwI/AAAAAAAAATg/3AEzgB77UM8/s1600-h/0317081305a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9-HzYuMvwI/AAAAAAAAATg/3AEzgB77UM8/s400/0317081305a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179007413378662146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;rich being the man.. &amp;amp;me being me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9-HzouMvxI/AAAAAAAAATo/B1kLftm3pZQ/s1600-h/0317081306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9-HzouMvxI/AAAAAAAAATo/B1kLftm3pZQ/s400/0317081306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179007417673629458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ohhhh.. so this is lifted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9-HzouMvyI/AAAAAAAAATw/MlJ4_PaVnDg/s1600-h/0317081812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9-HzouMvyI/AAAAAAAAATw/MlJ4_PaVnDg/s400/0317081812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179007417673629474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;yay art YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9-HzouMvzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/jOCHM3ussSM/s1600-h/0317081816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9-HzouMvzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/jOCHM3ussSM/s400/0317081816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179007417673629490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;VERY NICE.. I LIKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i leave in 6 days. yay/tear :3 3:&lt;br /&gt;haha.. i want to buy a camcorder to record everything but i'm not sure i'll be able to.&lt;br /&gt;well.. how have you been? i have work tomorrow.. today.. whatever lol..&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to bed! buonna notte, sogni dorro.. tell me your dreams in the morning &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-926258405676920828?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/926258405676920828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=926258405676920828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/926258405676920828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/926258405676920828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/03/lifes-beach.html' title='life&apos;s a beach'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9-HbIuMvqI/AAAAAAAAASw/6oPweJxPw7g/s72-c/0317081230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-8724960764019226024</id><published>2008-03-17T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T10:56:58.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no more casper for me'/><title type='text'>i just ran out of lucky charms marshmellows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R96wi4uMvpI/AAAAAAAAASo/oOZc8PXFKjs/s1600-h/Photo+939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R96wi4uMvpI/AAAAAAAAASo/oOZc8PXFKjs/s400/Photo+939.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178770734910848658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;fuuuuuuuuck "/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;screw this... i'm going to the beach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-8724960764019226024?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8724960764019226024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=8724960764019226024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/8724960764019226024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/8724960764019226024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-just-ran-out-of-lucky-charms.html' title='i just ran out of lucky charms marshmellows'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R96wi4uMvpI/AAAAAAAAASo/oOZc8PXFKjs/s72-c/Photo+939.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-1449063424687438021</id><published>2008-03-13T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T02:20:26.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleeeeeeeeeeeh'/><title type='text'>ew..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;was the word of the night.&lt;br /&gt;with lots of laugh &amp;amp;that kind of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to chill with my duckie today&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;highlight of my day.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-1449063424687438021?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/1449063424687438021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=1449063424687438021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/1449063424687438021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/1449063424687438021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/03/ew.html' title='ew..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-8647297873395708663</id><published>2008-03-11T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T02:21:12.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t bother me'/><title type='text'>people suck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;to the person/thing who stole my wallet.. FUCK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-8647297873395708663?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8647297873395708663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=8647297873395708663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/8647297873395708663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/8647297873395708663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/03/people-suck.html' title='people suck.'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-2091778249262252332</id><published>2008-03-10T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T11:43:56.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i like lovin this way'/><title type='text'>amore in real life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9TvFIuMvoI/AAAAAAAAASg/sDGwptabV68/s1600-h/698493_lips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9TvFIuMvoI/AAAAAAAAASg/sDGwptabV68/s400/698493_lips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176024743275183746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;life finally felt normal again tonight.. Cor &amp;amp;i haven't been to the gym in a solid week. it felt incredibly good to work all the nastiness off that's happened. i've just felt so gross.. it's ridiculous really.  &amp;amp;not to mention my intake of alcohol yesterday was at a ghastly level. it was my lovely little chellers'  birthday &amp;amp;we surprised her with a barbecue. haha, i haven't been drunk in the afternoon in a while so i found the whole thing to be quite a humorous affair.. then later in the evening, i finally got to spend some time with my ate.. whom i haven't seen in a time too long to tell. we went to a bar called Pioli's(?not really sure..)  i had quite a ball dancing with strangers named Steve &amp;amp;singing along to classics that brought me back to when i was a little girl.. i.e the eagles, the beatles, and legends of the sort. after Pioli's, we headed over for a little rendezvous at Bobby's new place.. i was met with an easy going &amp;amp;jovial crowd with an ample amount of body art to swoon over. &amp;amp;if that wasn't enough i met a charming boy who i must say was quite easy on the eyes.. with charisma &amp;amp;who knew how to show his interest without being too overeager.. the crowd was definitely filled with interesting people with more than enough personality to draw in the likes of me.. i assume it's safe to say we all enjoyed the festivities of the night.. i know i did haha :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;though i enjoyed the adventure.. because nobody enjoys gallivanting more than i.. our escapades did nothing for my figure. because let's face it.. drinking alcohol is like drinking a big ass bottle of tina the talking tummy "/ &amp;amp;the fact that i hadn't visited the gym in a week doesn't help. so at the risk of sounding repetitive.. the gym felt damn good. i'm sore, but i welcome the sensation.. besides if you know me at all.. you'd know i like a little pain here &amp;amp;there haha ._.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i got a new tattoo. &amp;amp;yes, i did enjoy it :3&lt;br /&gt;it's small.. so i'm sad to say it didn't last very long. i went with my Jollibee to the shop.. for him initially! &amp;amp;since i can't get my lip or nose pierced, i decided to go with branding myself.. which i'm never ever opposed to. all i'm going to say about it is.. it's in a place that doesn't normally get exposed.. it's simple.. &amp;amp;is my favorite tattoo so far. something about it's simplicity is much more appealing than some of the gaudier choices i've seen others go with.. but that's just me ^_^ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i picked up two new books today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love in the Time of Cholera&lt;/span&gt; by Gabriel Garcia Marquez who by the way i fell in love with as an author all thanks to my introduction to him with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memories of my Meloncholy Whores&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp;the other book i'm itching to read is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember Me?&lt;/span&gt; by Sophie Kinsella.. i just need to figure out which book is going to get to cuddle up with my for the next few nights. it's much too late to start tonight.. but i  admit.. i'm exceedingly getting more and more tempted with each letter i type. [sigh] i wish i could stop time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha,  enough mindless blogging. i have the pleasure of saying i go in to work at four tomorrow :3 but i have a lot to do before then.. i think i'll reward myself by calling Jollibee out to see what he's up to before i go in. alright.. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buonna note, sogni dorro. tell me your dreams in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-2091778249262252332?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2091778249262252332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=2091778249262252332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/2091778249262252332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/2091778249262252332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/03/amore-in-real-life.html' title='amore in real life..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R9TvFIuMvoI/AAAAAAAAASg/sDGwptabV68/s72-c/698493_lips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-3584683361157300013</id><published>2008-03-05T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:30:34.482-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello kitty gon blast yo ass'/><title type='text'>i hate not having a car..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R89W6HwJGdI/AAAAAAAAASY/6cdWDUe_vss/s1600-h/Picture+14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R89W6HwJGdI/AAAAAAAAASY/6cdWDUe_vss/s400/Picture+14.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174450053385361874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone just get it over with &amp;amp;put me out of my misery..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-3584683361157300013?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/3584683361157300013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=3584683361157300013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/3584683361157300013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/3584683361157300013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hate-not-having-car.html' title='i hate not having a car..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R89W6HwJGdI/AAAAAAAAASY/6cdWDUe_vss/s72-c/Picture+14.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-6429077589819577058</id><published>2008-02-29T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T05:50:43.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est la vie'/><title type='text'>BIG BANG BOOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;got into a car accident today. shit.&lt;br /&gt;thankfully the douche's car wasn't messed up. his truck is fine.&lt;br /&gt;[i hate trucks by the way.. they're obnoxious fatasses hogging up the road. i understand if you haul a ton like everyday &amp;amp;need the bed but otherwise.. it's like.. WTF?! you know you don't need that shit] uuuuuuggggggggh. the t-bird on the otherhand is a different story. poor antonio 3: the radiator &amp;amp;the hood got pretty damaged. my uncle says it's not that bad.. when i asked how much it's gonna cost me to replace the hood &amp;amp;the radiator, he said that @choose your parts i could get a hood for 100something &amp;amp;the radiator would be about 150 to fix.. not too sure about those prices but that's what he said. well, whatever it is.. i'm gonna have to pay for it. there goes all the money i saved up for the philippines. [sigh] c'est la vie, i suppose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god i'm working two jobs.. i'm about to work three.&lt;br /&gt;well, when i get back from the philippines anyway. but i'm just worried about is &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;HOW&lt;/span&gt; i'm gonna get to work "/ lord knows i need to work more now than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the upside, i'm ok.. if you're interested :3 it sucks too because i was in beverly blvd. driving around like mad looking for Sprinkles for my mum's birthday since i know her sweet tooth's gotten so big recently &amp;amp;iDIDN'TEVENFINDTHESTUPIDSHIT. bleeeehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm home. &amp;amp;it's a strange feeling because i haven't been home at night in such a long time. it's weird not being able to go to the gym. or at starbucks. [sigh]&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool www i found today.. &lt;a href="http://www.ethnikroots.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ethnickroots.com&lt;/a&gt; yay filipino people :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i'm done. it's become apparent that blogging mindlessly isn't going to stop my wallowing in today's misfortunes. GOODNIGHT! i have work tomorrow.. YAY MONEY! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buonna notte, sogni dorro.. tell me your dreams in the morning. zzZzZzZzZz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-6429077589819577058?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/6429077589819577058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=6429077589819577058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/6429077589819577058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/6429077589819577058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/02/boom-boom-theres-doom-up-in-this-room.html' title='BIG BANG BOOM'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-3035743612776117765</id><published>2008-02-29T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:46:38.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='if god is the ultimate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='then ganja is the gateway drug to trinity'/><title type='text'>you're gonna be a dirty lemon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;work. kerra time. mummie time. picked up Cor @work. picked up joebear. hit the gym. stopped at starbucks &amp;amp;then.. debauchery ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun times, fun times.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if he'll remember this but [chuknowwhoyouare] urinated in public. i love hearing boys conversate, it's one of the most eye-opening experiences you'll ever have, having a window into the mentality of these young guys is HIL-ARIOUS! &amp;amp;because they weren't exactly in the right state of mind.. they were so candid &amp;amp;SUPERhonest about.. umm... EVERYTHING.. saying whatever came into their heads went out of their mouth as if that mental filter we all have that allows us to act with composure just.. was. not. there. it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night, good night.. i'll post the pictures of the goofs later when ever i get em from Cor. haha. tomorrow is my day off &amp;amp;i'm hitting the gym in the morning for the first time. then it's off to venice. a belated birthday lunch with Gary. oh! &amp;amp;speaking of birthdays.. it's my mums on sunday!! yaaay. i shall be picking up a few things for the special day throughout the day tomorrow as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'm up for 700 tomorrow night. i knew it'd get old SUPERfast. [sigh] c'est la vie.. alright well, i'm going to clean my room since i know it makes mum happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buonna notte! sogni dorro.. tell me your dreams in the morning ♡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-3035743612776117765?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/3035743612776117765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=3035743612776117765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/3035743612776117765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/3035743612776117765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/02/youre-gonna-be-dirty-lemon.html' title='you&apos;re gonna be a dirty lemon'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-2863898353208362833</id><published>2008-02-24T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T18:00:55.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taaayxasssssss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love in Austin'/><title type='text'>heaven sent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8If4QUiPFI/AAAAAAAAARo/y2uGAVmq7AM/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8If6QUiPJI/AAAAAAAAASI/qaJB-D0TU7s/s400/Picture+12.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170730407848721554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8If5AUiPHI/AAAAAAAAAR4/GChm8YXYBCU/s1600-h/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8If5AUiPHI/AAAAAAAAAR4/GChm8YXYBCU/s400/Picture+10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170730386373885042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i ees in love. &amp;amp;so excited. it's as if she knew i was down in the dumps &amp;amp;knew the perfect remedy. look at the colours! it really is a conspiracy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-2863898353208362833?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2863898353208362833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=2863898353208362833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/2863898353208362833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/2863898353208362833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/02/heaven-sent.html' title='heaven sent'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8If4QUiPFI/AAAAAAAAARo/y2uGAVmq7AM/s72-c/Picture+8.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-5922853101441617070</id><published>2008-02-24T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T15:57:52.851-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartschallenger'/><title type='text'>look what i just bought..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8IEIQUiO_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fjw8rgbyYqk/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8IEIQUiO_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fjw8rgbyYqk/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170699862041312242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"daddy's rich &amp;amp;mummie's beautiful.. they always said she'd be a top model."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-5922853101441617070?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/5922853101441617070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=5922853101441617070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/5922853101441617070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/5922853101441617070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/02/look-what-i-just-bought.html' title='look what i just bought..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8IEIQUiO_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fjw8rgbyYqk/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-757893397777852760</id><published>2008-02-24T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T02:19:08.968-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear is the heart of love'/><title type='text'>i will follow you into the dark..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;richard quoted deathcab's song i will follow you into the dark.. &amp;amp;driving home, it came onto the radio. coincidence? i think not! haha jk.. but seriously.. every encounter with richard is a-mazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss kerra. something about tonight made me miss her crazy but always vibrant presence. despite everything i've said before.. kerra had a way of inspiring energy and i guess i miss it. i miss her. i miss my kerrbear. though i've felt that she was extremely controlling &amp;amp;possessive at times.. being taken for granted was never an issue. what the hell have i been doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm leaving for the philippines ----&gt; march 20th. splendiderfferic.&lt;br /&gt;i need to get the hell outta here before i go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;can i take my bestfriend with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8FD2AUiO-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/wTAb88ng3QY/s1600-h/Photo+655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8FD2AUiO-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/wTAb88ng3QY/s400/Photo+655.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170488442276166626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know.. pretty rad girls huh?&lt;br /&gt;alright.. buonna notte, sogni dorro mio amores. tell me your dreams in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-757893397777852760?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/757893397777852760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=757893397777852760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/757893397777852760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/757893397777852760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-will-follow-you-into-dark.html' title='i will follow you into the dark..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8FD2AUiO-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/wTAb88ng3QY/s72-c/Photo+655.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-2668866205341261967</id><published>2008-02-23T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T16:01:56.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lersh'/><title type='text'>700 CLUB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i had SO much fun last night. it was nice to be in the club scene again.&lt;br /&gt;my social life consisted basically work, the gym, &amp;amp;starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;no movies. no shopping [no greens]. no parties. no clubs. no nada.&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess i did go out to eat here and there but c'mon..&lt;br /&gt;so last night was definitely a breath of fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;it was almost new again. i'm pretty sure it'll get old even faster though.&lt;br /&gt;but last night was definitely awesome..&lt;br /&gt;it was night of Vodka &amp;amp;Coke [i know.. hush], rekindling old friendly flames, and dancing the night away. it ended at my house where we munched on del taco &amp;amp;laughed at nothing.. which was everything to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy ze making fun of the boys's signature poses drunkeness below &lt;(^_-)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8CyIAUiO0I/AAAAAAAAAPg/iHt_LRgl4r8/s1600-h/IMG00175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8CyIAUiO0I/AAAAAAAAAPg/iHt_LRgl4r8/s320/IMG00175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170328222816156482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8CyIQUiO1I/AAAAAAAAAPo/TC8edFCIKKs/s1600-h/IMG00176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8CyIQUiO1I/AAAAAAAAAPo/TC8edFCIKKs/s320/IMG00176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170328227111123794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8CybwUiO6I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/-csnIBMFbco/s1600-h/IMG00180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8CybwUiO6I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/-csnIBMFbco/s320/IMG00180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170328562118572962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8CycAUiO7I/AAAAAAAAAQY/ZM9uegUpY4k/s1600-h/IMG00181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8CycAUiO7I/AAAAAAAAAQY/ZM9uegUpY4k/s320/IMG00181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170328566413540274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8CycAUiO8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/SBsDFqN8XdM/s1600-h/IMG00183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8CycAUiO8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/SBsDFqN8XdM/s320/IMG00183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170328566413540290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8CycQUiO9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/CxH5lz0gEiY/s1600-h/IMG00184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8CycQUiO9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/CxH5lz0gEiY/s320/IMG00184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170328570708507602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8CybwUiO5I/AAAAAAAAAQI/KSky2SquzDU/s1600-h/IMG00179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8CybwUiO5I/AAAAAAAAAQI/KSky2SquzDU/s320/IMG00179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170328562118572946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8CyIgUiO2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/RM_mnYytUms/s1600-h/IMG00177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8CyIgUiO2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/RM_mnYytUms/s320/IMG00177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170328231406091106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8CyIgUiO3I/AAAAAAAAAP4/FbxYh0qP-ig/s1600-h/IMG00178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8CyIgUiO3I/AAAAAAAAAP4/FbxYh0qP-ig/s320/IMG00178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170328231406091122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have one or two pictures from the club but i'm not sure if the other party involved would be too pleased if i posted it. [Cor.. harr harr!] WELL! i just got off of work &amp;amp;i'm hungry so i'm going to go get food :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CiaO! so how was your night? tell me about your day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-2668866205341261967?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2668866205341261967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=2668866205341261967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/2668866205341261967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/2668866205341261967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/02/lersh.html' title='700 CLUB'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R8CyIAUiO0I/AAAAAAAAAPg/iHt_LRgl4r8/s72-c/IMG00175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-1060862645849384439</id><published>2008-02-22T18:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:21:45.350-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cough cough cough'/><title type='text'>new new NEW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7-A8AUiOtI/AAAAAAAAAOo/i1R-3cMbe6Q/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7-A8AUiOtI/AAAAAAAAAOo/i1R-3cMbe6Q/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169992665611254482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7-A8AUiOuI/AAAAAAAAAOw/q-e53NwJrgo/s1600-h/LUCID.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7-A8AUiOuI/AAAAAAAAAOw/q-e53NwJrgo/s400/LUCID.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169992665611254498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;new geekspace.. my old one was hacked. how? i have NO f'n clue.. i can't even access it "/ whatever.. it's just myspace. ADD IT UP POPPLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH &amp;amp;i'm sick. i don't have a voice AT ALL. &amp;amp;when you're a singer.. that's like life being put on hold. lucky for me i have my totally RAD blanket to keep me snuggly.. [sigh] god bless you sanrio..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7-A8QUiOvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/at6oXOtVrAQ/s1600-h/Photo+879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7-A8QUiOvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/at6oXOtVrAQ/s400/Photo+879.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169992669906221810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡mod [harr harr, i'm smart.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7-A8gUiOwI/AAAAAAAAAPA/D_kRWocM37k/s1600-h/Photo+877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7-A8gUiOwI/AAAAAAAAAPA/D_kRWocM37k/s400/Photo+877.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169992674201189122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bed ninja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7-A8gUiOxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/K52XJxaaHA4/s1600-h/Photo+881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7-A8gUiOxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/K52XJxaaHA4/s400/Photo+881.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169992674201189138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7-CXAUiOyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/FK54-DU3tlw/s1600-h/Photo+884.jpg"&gt;i hate being sick "/&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7-CXAUiOyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/FK54-DU3tlw/s400/Photo+884.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169994228979350306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tonight is Jess's club opening! me &amp;amp;Cor are heading over to the gym to sweat it all out  so we can look all purtyfull at the club.. i'm not really planning on getting smashed i have work tomorrow but ya never know, haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CiaO! how've you been? tell me about your day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s since i'm updating info on here.. just thought i'd let you know i put my AIM SN up :3&lt;br /&gt;dat ees all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-1060862645849384439?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/1060862645849384439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=1060862645849384439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/1060862645849384439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/1060862645849384439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-new-new.html' title='new new NEW!'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7-A8AUiOtI/AAAAAAAAAOo/i1R-3cMbe6Q/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-8506262678633799874</id><published>2008-02-15T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T12:54:37.405-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snip snip cut cut'/><title type='text'>i'm so creative..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;creativeLY BROKE; that is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i still have yet to be makin dolla dolla bills ya'll &amp;amp;still can't shop in London, Paris, &amp;amp;Tokyo.. i'm left with my own devices. i don't know if it's the snooty minimum wage making sales reps at abercrombie or the fact that it's known as a "white person" store.. but i'm just not too keen on wearing abercrombie (i promise this is relevant). i had nothing to wear today so i whipped out my trusty ol scissors and began scrounging around my room for my blank canvas that i could turn into a masterpiece. high and low.. but it was a no go. till i found this brown 3/4 ratty abercrombie shirt i hardly ever wear now. so, i began to snip and cut away. &amp;amp;tadaa! behold my lovely creation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7X6ywUiOpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/K8a3gsK_MOA/s1600-h/Photo+848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7X6ywUiOpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/K8a3gsK_MOA/s400/Photo+848.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167311897348946578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7X7wQUiOsI/AAAAAAAAAOg/BBO1YC-EO04/s1600-h/Photo+869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7X7wQUiOsI/AAAAAAAAAOg/BBO1YC-EO04/s400/Photo+869.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167312953910901442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*be weary though; scissors can be your bestfriend.. or your worst enemy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;off to eat i go with some of my fave popples who i haven't seen in forever's time.&lt;br /&gt;CiaO! but before i forget.. how are you? tell my about your day..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-8506262678633799874?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8506262678633799874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=8506262678633799874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/8506262678633799874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/8506262678633799874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-so-creative.html' title='i&apos;m so creative..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7X6ywUiOpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/K8a3gsK_MOA/s72-c/Photo+848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-995799602858269827</id><published>2008-02-14T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T12:08:18.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy singles awareness day'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7Uy7wUiOmI/AAAAAAAAANw/s4cHcGyo8vg/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7Uy7wUiOmI/AAAAAAAAANw/s4cHcGyo8vg/s400/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167092149642213986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7Uy8AUiOnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FFwcBh6o2l0/s1600-h/musicback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7Uy8AUiOnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FFwcBh6o2l0/s400/musicback.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167092153937181298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7Uy8AUiOoI/AAAAAAAAAOA/fQARI05WOLA/s1600-h/music+back+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7Uy8AUiOoI/AAAAAAAAAOA/fQARI05WOLA/s400/music+back+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167092153937181314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing this because my dream man is not an option &amp;amp;i don't want my sugar daddy named Gary.&lt;br /&gt;i just don't have it in me to play nice if i'm not feelin it.&lt;br /&gt;na means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my bestfriend already. hope love blossoms tonight&lt;br /&gt;[finger's crossed] yeeeeeaaaaaaaaah &lt;(^_^)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                                     My life in 200 questionss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200. My middle name is:&lt;br /&gt;rose eden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;199. I was born in:&lt;br /&gt;August 9 1989&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;198. I am really:&lt;br /&gt;relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;197. My phone is:&lt;br /&gt;orange; like that one pirate i'll never forget. ARRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;196. My eye color is:&lt;br /&gt;Janden's greens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;193. My height is:&lt;br /&gt;5'8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;192. I am allergic to:&lt;br /&gt;dishonesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;190. I am annoyed by:&lt;br /&gt;pretentiousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;189. Last book you read:&lt;br /&gt;not sure if it was What Did i Do Last Night by Tom Sykes or.. hmmm. i know the last piece of text whether it be great or not is Nylon Mag.. or was it Vice? hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;188. My bed has:&lt;br /&gt;the power to make anyone cozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;185. Relationships are:&lt;br /&gt;far from my reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;184. My mother is:&lt;br /&gt;understanding and tries to be as helpful as possible but is a little off her rocker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;182. I want to:&lt;br /&gt;never go through what i went through with Allan ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;181. I can't stand it when:&lt;br /&gt;i don't meet my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;180. Cheaters:&lt;br /&gt;never prosper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;179. My favorite Holiday is:&lt;br /&gt;my birthday &amp;amp;christmas :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;178. The Perfect Kiss:&lt;br /&gt;is a great movie title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;177. The last cds i bought were:&lt;br /&gt;records?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;175. Are you living at home?:&lt;br /&gt;for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;174. Do you have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;ashley rose johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;174. What did you do yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;went apartment hunting, car shopping, networking, and beverly blvd for some wine &amp;amp;good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::I Do (YES)/Do Not (NO) Believe In::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;142. Love at first sight?:&lt;br /&gt;YES lol.. Khamhad? &lt;(._.')&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;141. Luck?&lt;br /&gt;to an extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140. Fate?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139. Yourself?&lt;br /&gt;most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;138. Aliens?&lt;br /&gt;suuure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137. Heaven?&lt;br /&gt;i hope so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;136. Hell?&lt;br /&gt;yes. i was in it in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;135. Ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;indubitably, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;134. Horoscopes?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;133. Soul mates?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;132. God?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131. Premarital sex?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130. life or death?&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;129. hugs or kisses?&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;128. Drunk or High?&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127. Phone or Online?&lt;br /&gt;www.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126. Red heads or Black heads?&lt;br /&gt;neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;125. Blondes or Brunettes:&lt;br /&gt;brunettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124. Hot or cold?&lt;br /&gt;hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. Summer or winter?&lt;br /&gt;summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;121. Chocolate or vanilla?&lt;br /&gt;mixed.. just like meeeeeeeeee :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120. Night or Day?&lt;br /&gt;both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. Oranges or Apples?&lt;br /&gt;apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;118. Curly or Straight hair:?&lt;br /&gt;"sex hair".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116. Abortion:&lt;br /&gt;if anything, i'd do my best to never find myself in that position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115. Backstabber's:&lt;br /&gt;run rampant so be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. Parents:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::Last time I:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Hugged someone?&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. Saw someone:&lt;br /&gt;about five mintues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Cried in front of someone:&lt;br /&gt;about 2o minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::MISC:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Who is the dirtiest person you know:&lt;br /&gt;Allan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Who makes you laugh the most?&lt;br /&gt;genesis. HILFUCKINARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. The last movie I watched?&lt;br /&gt;the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. What I don't understand is:&lt;br /&gt;my luck, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. The thing I'm looking forward to the most is:&lt;br /&gt;the philippines &amp;amp;moving in with Genesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. The thing that I'm not looking forward to is:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. nothing really. i'm open to everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;is friday. no work for meeeeee !!!! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Today:&lt;br /&gt;is valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Summer:&lt;br /&gt;is hardly a memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. This Weekend:&lt;br /&gt;party at vals!!! whooo hoooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. People call me:&lt;br /&gt;whasian. kitty. rose. abby. amore aka mi amore.. or love. or EDEN :3 &lt;----- lmao.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. The person who knows the most about me is: me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. The most difficult thing to do is: forget.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. I have gotten a speeding ticket: never. thank god.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. The first person i talked to today was: Kay.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. First Crush? Cody lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. The one person who I can't hide things from: myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Last time someone said something you were thinking: today; genesis lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Right now I am talking to: kevin. he thinks i'm lame but he's sitting at home with the phone to his ear talking to me so....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What is your dream job? musician.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. First job? MNG Mango.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. I have these pets: duckie. but he's lost right now "/ but i'm getting a yorkie named C.R.E.A.M aka CASH.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. I wish: HE was single lololololololol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. The worst sound in the world is: an obvious lie coming out of someone's mouth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. The Thing/Person that makes me cry the most is? Allan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Best sound in the world? Music.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Last person to make you cry:? it wasn't Allan per say.. more like what happened between us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Why? i know.. that's what i ask myself every time i think about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Are things ok between you and that "person"? what "person"?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Person that makes you really happy? James Xavier Conover.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Cats or dogs? Cash &amp;amp;Smokes ♡  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Your first kiss: first grade.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Which Golden Girl would you be? cynthia.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 Myspace or Facebook: ehh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Mexican food or Chinese? chinese.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. My favorite piece of clothing? genesis' urban renewal top. lovelovelove baby.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. My favorite color is: R O Y G B I V  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Last Time you cried? about 2o minutes ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. My friends : are a special selection.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. My computer is: a MacBookPro.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Last person i got mad at?: umm... my mum lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Person you secretly have a crush on? HIM aka "Khamhad" ♡  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Favorite place: anywhere but here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite Song: shipbuilding - elvis costello.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Paper or plastic? plastic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. The all-time best movie(s) is/are? too many to name.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The all-time best feeling in the world is: love.. all you need is love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Favorite scent? Armani's Aqua Di Gio.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What color is your hairbrush: black.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite shoes: my NY boots O.o!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I lose all respect for people who: are dishonest.. in ALL ASPECTS.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I respect people who: know themselves.. who can teach me.. show me something new.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Color of your room? pink.. &amp;amp;yellow in the morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. TV channels you watch? sundance. comedy central.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. is gone? my faith in men.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Best feature? my voice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Favorite band? right now.. red hot chilli peppers, foo fighters, &amp;amp;muse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Best Memory? mommy Ely ♡  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite TV Show: scrubs &amp;amp;nip/tuck.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My favorite celebrity is: natalie portman.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Greatest Fear: failure.. &amp;amp;that other really embarassing one lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My weakness is: sly eyes &amp;amp;a charming smile.. gets me into trouble all the time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who broke your heart? Allan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. One thing that makes you feel great is: love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. One person that you wish you could see right now? James Xavier Conover ♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-995799602858269827?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/995799602858269827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=995799602858269827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/995799602858269827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/995799602858269827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7Uy7wUiOmI/AAAAAAAAANw/s4cHcGyo8vg/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-4673975005202251460</id><published>2008-02-12T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T18:04:23.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion n fabrics'/><title type='text'>XXXcited</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7JQDgUiOlI/AAAAAAAAANo/3RVc-6gw26k/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7JQDgUiOlI/AAAAAAAAANo/3RVc-6gw26k/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166279743693273682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://hello-dreamecho.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so glad i found that blog. oh glorious glorious dreamecho.. how i love thee.&lt;br /&gt;god bless you stylemob for introducing us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-4673975005202251460?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/4673975005202251460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=4673975005202251460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/4673975005202251460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/4673975005202251460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/02/xxxcited.html' title='XXXcited'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7JQDgUiOlI/AAAAAAAAANo/3RVc-6gw26k/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-6820738332206225466</id><published>2008-02-12T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T17:17:44.607-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no sex hair'/><title type='text'>longest day EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today sucked so hard. i used to enjoy &amp;amp;love my job.&lt;br /&gt;it's only been about a month that i've been working there &amp;amp;everything would still be gravy if Val never left. i hate working with the new store owner. ew.&lt;br /&gt;worst teacher in the world. half the time i don't even understand what she's saying.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;she's super shady. i'm not gonna get into it that much but uhh.. today she told me the next time i came into work to have my hair up because it's too long &amp;amp;it looks messy. too long? i've had my hair down before and she never said anything about it. oh, wait.. but today, i left my hair in curls. oh okay.. got it. if it's curly it looks messy? hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blehhh. i need the greens so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just have to learn everything correctly when i get to work with Al.&lt;br /&gt;i lahb dat gerl. i miss Val.&lt;br /&gt;New boss = &lt;(._.')&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace. i'm gonna log in some Zz's before i hit the gym.&lt;br /&gt;i see improvements!!&lt;br /&gt;so how are you? tell me about your day.. better than mine i hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7JEjgUiOjI/AAAAAAAAANY/4_SWTn6aoEA/s1600-h/Photo+824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7JEjgUiOjI/AAAAAAAAANY/4_SWTn6aoEA/s400/Photo+824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166267099309554226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7JEkAUiOkI/AAAAAAAAANg/Rya91s-DC6E/s1600-h/Photo+827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7JEkAUiOkI/AAAAAAAAANg/Rya91s-DC6E/s400/Photo+827.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166267107899488834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-6820738332206225466?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/6820738332206225466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=6820738332206225466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/6820738332206225466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/6820738332206225466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/02/longest-day-ever.html' title='longest day EVER'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R7JEjgUiOjI/AAAAAAAAANY/4_SWTn6aoEA/s72-c/Photo+824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-8188913885153538659</id><published>2008-02-12T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T00:27:48.488-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whasain persuasion'/><title type='text'>feedback</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;STRUM ME LIKE A GUITAR; BLOW OUT MY AMPLIFIER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHEN YOU HEAR SOME FEEDBACK, KEEP GOIN TAKE IT HIGHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;that's my work out jam at the moment.. just thought i'd let you all in on it :3&lt;br /&gt;but there's this one line. MOST HILARIOUS line in the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Flyer than a pelican find another chick better than I don't see her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cause my swag is serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;; Something heavy like a first day period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i the only one who finds that crazy funny? (._.')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;haven't chilled with my girls in about two weeks so today was very much needed.&lt;br /&gt;they woke me up sooooooo early. well, early for my day off anyway lol.&lt;br /&gt;but the moment they arrived it was laughs nonstop. i looooove them. they're just a good energy &amp;amp;good people to be around. love em. did i say that already? oh well.. i meant it :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got with Cor around four.&lt;br /&gt;i look around at the people i've decided to keep in my life &amp;amp;was blessed to have and i feel really good about the decisions that i made. i like where i am right now. anywhoo. my attendance record at the gym is still impeccable :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. i have work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;yaaaay more money! hahahahaha. OH! by the way.. i was supposed to get paid last week. but i didn't because i didn't sign my hours slip? oh heeeeeeells no. i'm getting that money next pay period right? RIGHT?! aaahhhh !@#$%^&amp;amp;()(*&amp;amp;^$#@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmk. buonna notte, mio amores. sonne dell'oro. tell me your dreams in the morning ♡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-8188913885153538659?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8188913885153538659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=8188913885153538659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/8188913885153538659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/8188913885153538659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/02/feedback.html' title='feedback'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-4842055645179660888</id><published>2008-02-10T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T10:30:57.919-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boo hoo wahh wahh'/><title type='text'>did ja see?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;new playlist son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but i may have to come up with a new one.&lt;br /&gt;we'll call the playlist, "it figures."&lt;br /&gt;my dream man has a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;oh, didn't we already rule this out as a possibility?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. okay. she's ugly anyway so it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R68-YwUiOgI/AAAAAAAAANA/n4Hvxs4NUsc/s1600-h/2207901425_34fc1ee3d7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R68-YwUiOgI/AAAAAAAAANA/n4Hvxs4NUsc/s400/2207901425_34fc1ee3d7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165415892626061826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. i promise i'm exaggerating.  my heart's been broken since november so this is nothing new to get used to. i'm not as serious as i obsessively blogged about. i do think it is funny though. i mean, it really is like.. "oh he has a girlfriend? .......figures." &amp;amp;yeah, lol.. i find it hilarious. i kinda knew he had a girlfriend the whole time. how could he not? right? right. got it.. you'd be surprised the scary ass shit that comes up when you search "love hurts." anywho, i'm going to shower &amp;amp;get ready for my day :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-4842055645179660888?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/4842055645179660888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=4842055645179660888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/4842055645179660888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/4842055645179660888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/02/did-ja-see.html' title='did ja see?!'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R68-YwUiOgI/AAAAAAAAANA/n4Hvxs4NUsc/s72-c/2207901425_34fc1ee3d7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-4086115488750162450</id><published>2008-02-09T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T11:36:08.236-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beyiiiiiiiitch'/><title type='text'>sup foo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yesterday was probably the most fun i've had in a really long time. Beats woke me up at noon &amp;amp;we got sushi around one. caterpillar rolls &amp;amp;shrimp tempura.. mmmm. which i ate most of by the way because i'm aka the human vacuum. beats &amp;amp;i got a lot accomplished; we got me fed, got my car washed, &amp;amp;all the while had stimulating conversation. then after, we fell asleep on his couch watching good times before he went to work at 6:30. good times, good times.. man i love that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later on in the night, i went to Cor's house &amp;amp; we talked the time away till it was 10 &amp;amp;we drove to Beats' house. we frittered time away taking pictures, making mean faces, biting, and exchanging faces with each other till i realized Beats had successfully lagged enough for it to be almost midnight.. which meant only an hour left of starbucks. so things were done backwards last night.. something to be expected when Beats is involved ♡ haha, it's a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after starbucks we went to mine &amp;amp;Cor's favorite place in the world.. THE GYM! harrharr. now that's what you call dedicated baby! i can proudly say we've been there every night since we've signed up. be proud. i had numerous scares with my coveted Marc Jacobs necklaces that one of my fave cousins gave me. i'd die if i ever lost that jonx but thankfully, Beats came to the rescue &amp;amp;found it for me. god bless his buff eyes &lt;(^_^)&gt; harr harr. JK BEATS! chu know i lahv joo :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cor &amp;amp;i got home at around 4. after a few snaps, she went mimis. i cleaned my room &amp;amp;ate like a fatass. lol, well not really.. my self control is getting better. it wasn't anything too horrible. so overall, it was a great day that ended in an equally good night. the only down side was that i didn't see my dream man last night T_T sigh.. oh well. time to get more Zz's. it seems as though my life is becoming that of a night owl. well, more so than before.. &amp;amp;if i'm gonna be able to keep up with my nightly adventures, i'm gonna need to log in more hours of sleep. na means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy ze pics below :3&lt;br /&gt;how are you? tell me about your day.. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o hai! my name's casper, what's yus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R633PwUiONI/AAAAAAAAAKo/i2zWfdTh-8E/s1600-h/casper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R633PwUiONI/AAAAAAAAAKo/i2zWfdTh-8E/s400/casper.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165056197704956114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R633QQUiOOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gUO6h3VmDWI/s1600-h/casper2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R633QQUiOOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gUO6h3VmDWI/s400/casper2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165056206294890722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"chocolate chip"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R633QQUiOPI/AAAAAAAAAK4/6zRt7t5BxYg/s1600-h/freckos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R633QQUiOPI/AAAAAAAAAK4/6zRt7t5BxYg/s400/freckos.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165056206294890738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R633QwUiOQI/AAAAAAAAALA/ojKzco2Thg8/s1600-h/beatsss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R633QwUiOQI/AAAAAAAAALA/ojKzco2Thg8/s400/beatsss.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165056214884825346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R633RAUiORI/AAAAAAAAALI/D2VRPKl4ZI0/s1600-h/beatsss2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R633RAUiORI/AAAAAAAAALI/D2VRPKl4ZI0/s400/beatsss2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165056219179792658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;return of the choco chip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6336QUiOTI/AAAAAAAAALY/oFuA-LYF0LU/s1600-h/choco+chip.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6336QUiOTI/AAAAAAAAALY/oFuA-LYF0LU/s400/choco+chip.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165056927849396530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i love SK pics.. i have COLOUR! &amp;amp;i taste nummy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6336AUiOSI/AAAAAAAAALQ/g7oqi5ONhgo/s1600-h/beatsss3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6336AUiOSI/AAAAAAAAALQ/g7oqi5ONhgo/s400/beatsss3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165056923554429218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6347wUiOXI/AAAAAAAAAL4/euj7gm22jp0/s1600-h/Photo+821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6347wUiOXI/AAAAAAAAAL4/euj7gm22jp0/s400/Photo+821.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165058053130828146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6348AUiOYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/NBYjHItzEps/s1600-h/Photo+822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6348AUiOYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/NBYjHItzEps/s400/Photo+822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165058057425795458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6348QUiOZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/kykisF4XqGo/s1600-h/Photo+823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6348QUiOZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/kykisF4XqGo/s400/Photo+823.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165058061720762770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6348gUiOaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6HpydrVeqZ4/s1600-h/Photo+826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6348gUiOaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6HpydrVeqZ4/s400/Photo+826.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165058066015730082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lumber abby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6348wUiObI/AAAAAAAAAMY/P8Y89wHwMnQ/s1600-h/Photo+831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6348wUiObI/AAAAAAAAAMY/P8Y89wHwMnQ/s400/Photo+831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165058070310697394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cor &amp;amp;i are exclusive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R637AAUiOeI/AAAAAAAAAMw/PYZdUJVddJ0/s1600-h/Photo+832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R637AAUiOeI/AAAAAAAAAMw/PYZdUJVddJ0/s400/Photo+832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165060325168527842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thanks to Beats i'm a Member's only LumbaJack. i know right? pretty tight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R637AQUiOfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/udebr1SAefs/s1600-h/Photo+833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R637AQUiOfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/udebr1SAefs/s400/Photo+833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165060329463495154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;buon notte..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6336gUiOUI/AAAAAAAAALg/L5J_7iQdupY/s1600-h/Photo+819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6336gUiOUI/AAAAAAAAALg/L5J_7iQdupY/s400/Photo+819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165056932144363842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mio amore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6336gUiOVI/AAAAAAAAALo/TDz1hH5RSf4/s1600-h/Photo+820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6336gUiOVI/AAAAAAAAALo/TDz1hH5RSf4/s400/Photo+820.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165056932144363858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;le end :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-4086115488750162450?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/4086115488750162450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=4086115488750162450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/4086115488750162450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/4086115488750162450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/02/sup-foo.html' title='sup foo'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R633PwUiONI/AAAAAAAAAKo/i2zWfdTh-8E/s72-c/casper.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-1708727523344145990</id><published>2008-02-06T02:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T03:05:10.590-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='he can make all ze pain go avay'/><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have work in six hours &lt;--- HA HA HA   T_T&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sore. 50 reps &amp;amp;6 sets of crunches at the gym.&lt;br /&gt;2 sets for the middle. 2 sets for the right. &amp;amp;2 sets for the left.&lt;br /&gt;i think i hurt now.. wait till i wake up. lol.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so scared about meeting with Don tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;he's gonna kick my ass soooo badly. thursday is gonna be painful.&lt;br /&gt;but it's a good getting fit, losing the chub kind of pain. &lt;br /&gt;so i welcome it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a not so bright note.. i didn't get any hot chocolate tonight "/&lt;br /&gt;Cor wasn't feeling too well so we went straight home after the gym.&lt;br /&gt;[sigh.......] buona notte, mio amores. tell me your dreams in the morning ♡ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s new playlist coming soon. i've got all these new songs i'm absolutely obsessed with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-1708727523344145990?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/1708727523344145990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=1708727523344145990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/1708727523344145990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/1708727523344145990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/02/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-6749062238561946704</id><published>2008-02-05T20:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T03:06:29.253-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i ficky ficky in my spare time; BEEEEEAAATTSSSS'/><title type='text'>IN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6k7WUjxT6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4snEsSHbDGo/s1600-h/Photo+817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6k7WUjxT6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4snEsSHbDGo/s400/Photo+817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163723702418886562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6k7WUjxT7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/I1wBHpHXcjI/s1600-h/Photo+819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6k7WUjxT7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/I1wBHpHXcjI/s400/Photo+819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163723702418886578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-6749062238561946704?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/6749062238561946704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=6749062238561946704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/6749062238561946704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/6749062238561946704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/02/in.html' title='IN'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6k7WUjxT6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4snEsSHbDGo/s72-c/Photo+817.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-3960203042782586318</id><published>2008-02-05T20:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T20:22:10.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i hope you did'/><title type='text'>so did you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6k160jxT5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/vkyGHYsbavA/s1600-h/Photo+818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6k160jxT5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/vkyGHYsbavA/s320/Photo+818.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163717732414345106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-3960203042782586318?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6k160jxT5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/vkyGHYsbavA/s72-c/Photo+818.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-3584068097853886120</id><published>2008-02-05T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T17:27:54.714-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phi fi PHO phum'/><title type='text'>fatass..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my total body fat percentage is 26%&lt;br /&gt;that's what Don, Cor, &amp;amp;i found out last night.&lt;br /&gt;my target heart rate is 146-170.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honestly don't care about my BFP.. i just wanna get rid of tina the talking tummy. i'll be good when she's gone. &amp;amp;getting my abs back would be nice as well. well toned legs, arms, &amp;amp;a lifted butt would be nice too. lol. i'm in for so much hell. but really, it's good that i'm concerned about being fit. i'm eighteen, i have to start working on being healthy before i end up a 25 year old chick who can't run down the street without fainting. bleeehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got pho today :3 that was nice.. hmm.. Ria got hired for Coriolis(?)!!! i'm really happy for her too. she really wanted a job &amp;amp;a reason  to leave the house. i can't wait to get my paycheck. sweet sweet greens.. i wanna get an apartment so badly. man o man.. it's been running through my veins for a while now. we'll see after i get my check how well i do &amp;amp;manage it lol. that's what it's all about though right? kicking your ass &amp;amp;learning from your mistakes right? hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;k, i'm gonna do laundry.. clean this mess the tornado of rush created in my room so hopefully i can see my floor again &amp;amp;to keep my company.. i'm gonna pop in Cry Baby walker. Oh, Johnny D.. mmmmm. yum. drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6kMxEjxT4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/6b8YRrCClcE/s1600-h/Cry-Baby-Poster-C10304051.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 458px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6kMxEjxT4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/6b8YRrCClcE/s320/Cry-Baby-Poster-C10304051.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163672484933881730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6kMw0jxT3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uBNPsVyCDM8/s1600-h/crybaby_jdepp_300x298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6kMw0jxT3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uBNPsVyCDM8/s320/crybaby_jdepp_300x298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163672480638914418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GYM TONIGHT! WASHBOARD ABS HERE I COME :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so how've you been? tell me about your day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-3584068097853886120?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/3584068097853886120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=3584068097853886120' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/3584068097853886120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/3584068097853886120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/02/fatass.html' title='fatass..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6kMxEjxT4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/6b8YRrCClcE/s72-c/Cry-Baby-Poster-C10304051.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-4308292439254242846</id><published>2008-02-05T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T15:23:27.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yeah can i get a tall caramel frap please'/><title type='text'>hello, good dreams..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cor &amp;amp;i were late for our physical assessment with Don today. but he was cool about it. we didn't get to finish completely so we're going to continue on wednesday. he's gonna kick our asses so badly.. my body already hurts. i don't even want to count how many times i've complained about being whasian on this jonx.. but oh well.. it's something that goes through my mind a lot. everytime i come out of the steam room or say.. get embarassed because i Don asks me to do a squat right in front of him with my ass facing him.. i turn beat red. &amp;amp;omg.. did he see it. lol. but after coming out of the steam room, i look like a fuckin baboon's ass. or like pink little oinky pig thing. gross. &amp;amp;i know i said wasn't gonna go do the whole tanning bed thing again but damn, why can't summer just get here already.. this casper look isn't very becoming.. that's all i'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&amp;amp;this is where "my dream man rant comes in.. you'll find that in a private blog. if you're a private person that is.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buona notte, mio amores. tell me your dreams in the morning ♡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-4308292439254242846?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/4308292439254242846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=4308292439254242846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/4308292439254242846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/4308292439254242846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-good-dreams.html' title='hello, good dreams..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-5436552958231985175</id><published>2008-02-04T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T15:42:43.785-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s about time'/><title type='text'>YES!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i finally broke even on the cash register today. sweet!&lt;br /&gt;one more screw up &amp;amp;they would've kicked me off the register for sure..&lt;br /&gt;today was chill. like every other day. those kids are so crazy &amp;amp;cute i just wanna pinch their fat little cheeks. but some customers are so cuckoo.. it's beyond me how they survive out there in the world. this one girl was in their practically my whole shift &amp;amp;she just kept talking to me &amp;amp;going off on all these crazy tangents &amp;amp;then brought up the bible.. i was like whaaaa? oh &amp;amp;another weirdo was this tiny ass chick with huge implants &amp;amp;a nasty fake tan.. ew. it was like a preview of what some girls i knew in highschool are gonna look like. skanks. [sigh] but yes, work is fun. i have the day off tomorrow. hooray for me :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm gonna take a nap. take a shower. hit the gym.. to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhooo. how've you been? tell me about your day ♡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-5436552958231985175?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/5436552958231985175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=5436552958231985175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/5436552958231985175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/5436552958231985175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/02/yes.html' title='YES!!!!'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-3563656836248002782</id><published>2008-02-04T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T02:46:23.091-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh blogspot what would i do without you.'/><title type='text'>[recap #3] zippa dee doo daa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;skippa dee dee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I. playing catch up again, i see. i hate recaps. &amp;amp;numbering them just shows how negligent i've been. to myself that is. not that i don't appreciate people who are interested. i know i've been in my shell lately. i do feel kinda detached -without all the angst &amp;amp;gloom of course. so i guess it's nice to know you guys [who are interested] can still know what's going on with me since i'm "too busy" for a sit-down. no.. i'm just not used to working and having a purpose. harrharr. just kidding i'm still carefree. no but really, i say negligent to myself because i need this outlet. i have a bajillion thoughts running through my adolescent mind for every millisecond that goes by.. my mind is racing. intensely. thoughts you may find whimsical.  insignificant. trivial.. a little kooky. alas, they rule my mind &amp;amp;without this new age pen &amp;amp;paper.. i'm quite sure it would break. i'm utterly lucky to have this account. so, god bless you blogspot. you are the ultimate form of catharsis. [50 points for the posito word. my core popples know what's up..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;II. the gym has been really kickin my ass but it feels good. the sauna is heaven. i sweat all the gross out. then i go have my ass kicked for a while. doing lunges. squats. riding the bike. that stair thing. the thing that swings your legs. whatever, they're called.. they hurt. so i'm guessing it works. besides.. my legs do look longer &amp;amp;more toned so it's all good so far. then after all the beating.. i go back in the sauna &amp;amp;sweat the rest of the gross out. feels good baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III. i have work tomorrow [10-3] come visit me. i'm determined to break even. i like where i work. it's still chill. i still enjoy it. i think i'm a pretty positive person. a friend today told me that i'm in a light place. through struggles, i'll be able to face it with a positive energy. i like that. hearing that in itself puts me in a light place. like a little light recharger.. or something. Richard is amazing. his thoughts are so surreal. they paint a picture with the likes of man ray &amp;amp;marcel duchamp's work. our conversations ring with existentialism and evoke feelings i got when reading Nietzsche.. not that i'm comparing the two on a mental level.. it's more so on the effect they leave. few people can fully captivate my attention but the things he thinks &amp;amp;how his mind works leave my mouth agape. &amp;amp;all the while Ayal is strumming away on his guitar and serenading Cory &amp;amp;i. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV. got my fill of starbucks :3&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; shutupiknowi'mafatass.&lt;/span&gt; yes my dream guy was there.. like he is EVERY single night ??? weird. i don't know though, i'm just not the kind of girl who puts herself out there like that. i guess i should get over myself &amp;amp;just start up the damn conversation for once since i want it so badly. GEEZ. he's strange too though. so.. there. but he was a lot..... warmer? tonight. i don't think he charged me for my order either. i'm not too sure.. but i really hope not because then my gratitude fell short &amp;amp;if that's the case then i'd feel completely awful. he smiled when Cory &amp;amp;&amp;amp;i were at the counter. i'm not sure if i did.. grr, i'm completely shell shocked by him, which is hysterical &amp;amp;all together absurd because i have no idea who the hell this man is. hmmmmm. i have an affinity for mystery. always have. that's why i find strangers so exciting. i'm not making excuses mind you, but curiosity has always been prevalent when it came to my analytical mind. . &amp;amp;the more difficult it is to figure someone out.. the more intriguing i find them. anyway. andy warhol once said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;"Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; it's actually one of my favorites. &amp;amp;my young and foolish heart completely fell head over heels in love with the notion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V. alright, all this talk of unrequited love is highly evocative of craziness &amp;amp;the sort... i can already feel my eyes getting all googly haha. &amp;amp;the low moon is prompting me to sleep. [sigh] i feel a lot better. &amp;amp;just because i'm feeling sentimental &amp;amp;missing mr. posito.. posting this was extremely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cathartic&lt;/span&gt;, harrharr. just had to do it once more before i ended this release of pent up emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;buona notte, mio amores ♡ tell me your dreams in the morning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-3563656836248002782?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/3563656836248002782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=3563656836248002782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/3563656836248002782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/3563656836248002782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/02/zippa-dee-doo-daa-recap-3.html' title='[recap #3] zippa dee doo daa'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-6976300776966448571</id><published>2008-01-31T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:11:08.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i smells funky'/><title type='text'>recap #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I. sleepless nights are horrible. at 8:30 i felt i hadn't been fully asleep because i was still tired.  i had an awful dreams because of the awful thoughts that preceded my sleep.. i dunno, sometimes you just fall into a rut &amp;amp;kinda get down on yourself. &amp;amp;then the littlest things can get you down.. like a stupid guy who you don't even know, lol. i do this thing where i nit-pick every single detail about myself that i don't like till i drive myself up the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II. i went up the gym today. i am now a proud member of 24 Hour fitness :3&lt;br /&gt;going to the gym always gives me a sense of accomplishment &amp;amp;puts me in a good mood everytime. GOODBYE Tina the Talking Tummy! &amp;amp;hello, buns of steel, harr harr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III. too bad i just ate a plate full of el pollo loco, Jalapeño Cheetos, &amp;amp;now thai food T_T&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp;amp;on top of that.. i'm working tomorrow "/ grr. oh well, i need more practice since i'm gonna be on my own on saturday &amp;amp;without Val. oh god.. i'm gonna die. sooo tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be strong.. i'm not gonna eat the thai food. i'm just gonna take a shower &amp;amp;then go to bed. hmm, so how are you? tell me about your day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-6976300776966448571?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/6976300776966448571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=6976300776966448571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/6976300776966448571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/6976300776966448571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/recap-2.html' title='recap #2'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-6500736519787625054</id><published>2008-01-31T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T08:52:28.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;such a sleepless night. now i'm fully awake. but i'm still tired. i feel like i've just been lying in bed for  six hours. grrr. well, i gotta get ready for work. more venting later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how was your night? better than mine i hope "/&lt;br /&gt;ciao &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-6500736519787625054?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/6500736519787625054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=6500736519787625054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/6500736519787625054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/6500736519787625054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/sleepless.html' title='sleepless'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-6327935280576841</id><published>2008-01-31T01:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T15:30:29.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why hott guy why'/><title type='text'>24 hour fitness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;his name is !@#$%$#@!?! WTF?! FUCK THAT.&lt;br /&gt;that's why we ended up at a club &amp;amp;got free food &amp;amp;drinks.&lt;br /&gt;VIP BOOTH BABY. F YOU, we're cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but tina the talking tummy has GOT TO GO!&lt;br /&gt;work in the morning. tired. a little pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;NOT gonna dream of hottchocolate tonight.&lt;br /&gt;oh, who am i kidding.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;just goes to show you.. a hott face does NOT equal a hott personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. how was your day? tell me your dreams in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;buonna notte, mio amores &lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-6327935280576841?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/6327935280576841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=6327935280576841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/6327935280576841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/6327935280576841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/24-hour-fitness.html' title='24 hour fitness'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-6325727810825546855</id><published>2008-01-30T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T13:39:27.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whasian people need sun too'/><title type='text'>goldskin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is it working?!&lt;br /&gt;am i getting darker ya'll?!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i know it's silly. &amp;amp;to be quite i honest i've come to terms with being half white. &amp;amp;i know that tanning beds can only be detrimental in the long run &amp;amp;is just heinous for me to even be doing.. but i did give it a try last night. aside from me being extremely claustrophobic &amp;amp;having delusions of some kind of final destination thing taking place.. it was quite the relaxing experience.. when i wasn't all kooked out &amp;amp;shit. anyway, i came out expecting to be the bronze goddess i once was.. but much to my dismay i still looked completely the same. i know i have enough color. but without the bronzer, the bronzing lotion, &amp;amp;my desperate attempts to expose my epidermis to the sun every singe thirsty chance i get, i fear i'd look like this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R6DtjkjxT2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/9rb0b1snE2Q/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Who were you with last night?&lt;br /&gt;cory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What woke you up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;excitement.. &amp;amp;my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Is tomorrow going to be a good day?&lt;br /&gt;you always hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Did you hug or kiss anyone today?&lt;br /&gt;mhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When is the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ever thrown up in public?&lt;br /&gt;lol, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Passed out because of alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;oh god..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's on your mind RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;hot chocolate. grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you take a bullet for anyone?&lt;br /&gt;James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What made you happy today?&lt;br /&gt;work. cory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What kind of home would you like?&lt;br /&gt;my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who was the last person to leave you a comment?&lt;br /&gt;8Lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you good friends with this person?&lt;br /&gt;that's like my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How often do you log in to myspace?&lt;br /&gt;just long enough to respond to things &amp;amp;the occasional picture upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Do you like candy necklaces?&lt;br /&gt;love em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Whens the last time you fell or ran into something?&lt;br /&gt;can't recall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you still go trick or treating?&lt;br /&gt;lol, of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you a fast typer?&lt;br /&gt;somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. About how many people would you liked to have killed?&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What are you doing this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;working.. &amp;amp;stuff :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What's your favorite type of soda?&lt;br /&gt;i don't have one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever moved?&lt;br /&gt;mhm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever won an award?&lt;br /&gt;mhm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What do you want to do right now?&lt;br /&gt;a lot of things normal people don't do at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Are you listening to music right now?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Are you with someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How long until your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;seven months and 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. When were you the saddest in your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;last november.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you think anyone will repost this?&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What makes you mad?&lt;br /&gt;dishonesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Have you ever had a song written about you?&lt;br /&gt;yes &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What do you like to listen to before you go to bed?&lt;br /&gt;my itunes on shuffle. it knows me.. it plays the perfect songs to reflect my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you have a job?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What does Your CD player have in it right now?&lt;br /&gt;dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. If you were a crayon what color would you be?&lt;br /&gt;a rainbow colored one that never ran out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.What makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;James.. thoughts of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color?&lt;br /&gt;Janden's greens lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piercings?&lt;br /&gt;se7en.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What taste is in your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;hot chocolate :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever dropped your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pancakes or french toast?&lt;br /&gt;crepes &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you named after a grandparent?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever changed your clothes while in a vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;plenty of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you burnt?&lt;br /&gt;quin's hair lol. well.. it was my lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like hugs?&lt;br /&gt;very much so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like math?&lt;br /&gt;yes, but i'm not the best at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you'll take a shower?&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name people call you:&lt;br /&gt;KittY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person you trust the most:&lt;br /&gt;myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-3129317971061247168?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/3129317971061247168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=3129317971061247168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/3129317971061247168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/3129317971061247168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-more-before-i-go-to-bed.html' title='one more before i go to bed..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-1511894381389258729</id><published>2008-01-30T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T01:39:56.423-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shutupyoudoittoo'/><title type='text'>thanks geekspace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;1. Would you rather have a boyfriend or friend with benefits?&lt;br /&gt;a man who can keep their word. a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you tell your best friends everything?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How have you felt today?&lt;br /&gt;excited. tired. relaxed. hot. amorous. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When was the last time you had butterflies?&lt;br /&gt;tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When was the last time you talked to your #2?&lt;br /&gt;yesterday &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you ever cried and didn't know why?&lt;br /&gt;no. deep down, i always know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are you wearing on your feet?&lt;br /&gt;a bracelet someone gave me from venice &amp;amp;gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Last person you talked to on IM?&lt;br /&gt;janden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you have plans for today?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you like your name?&lt;br /&gt;yes :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What color are your fingernails?&lt;br /&gt;cheetah tips. oh my..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What phone do you have?&lt;br /&gt;LG enV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Do you have feelings for anyone, and if so, do they know?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Things you first notice about the opposite sex:&lt;br /&gt;face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Last person you sat next to?&lt;br /&gt;cory &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Last time you were disappointed?&lt;br /&gt;tonight.. UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you like being in pictures?&lt;br /&gt;i know it sounds silly, but i just love having my picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever been more attracted to a significant other's sibling than them?&lt;br /&gt;lol, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you happy at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Is your bedroom window open?&lt;br /&gt;the blinds are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.How is your heart lately?&lt;br /&gt;slowly but surely gluing back the broken little pieces together, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Last time you fell down? Why?&lt;br /&gt;i can't recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who was the last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;i'm too lazy to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What were you doing at 10 am?&lt;br /&gt;at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Last person who drove you somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;my mom; to my agents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What do you hear right now?&lt;br /&gt;stop &amp;amp;stare - OneRepublic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Who is the best hugger that you know?&lt;br /&gt;James &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;starbucks hot chocolate lol. i'm kidding.. i'm smarter than that.. or is it cynical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Is there something you want to tell someone?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What brand of shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;christian dior slip shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Would you kiss anyone on your top friends?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you have “A thing” for anyone on your top friends?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What did you do for your last birthday?&lt;br /&gt;orange pirate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What time did you wake up today?&lt;br /&gt;8:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;driving home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Name something you CANNOT wait to do:&lt;br /&gt;fall in love.. but i don't think that's happening anytime soon lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-1511894381389258729?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/1511894381389258729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=1511894381389258729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/1511894381389258729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/1511894381389258729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/thanks-geekspace.html' title='thanks geekspace'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-2033604567513397817</id><published>2008-01-30T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T01:14:09.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>acoustic tuesday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;@ starbucks, cory &amp;amp;i met the two most interesting men i've met.. all day. one of them to taught cory ho to play a spanish song on his guitar while serenading us and the other man eloquently shared his views on human separation from nature and our war against mother earth resulting in this concrete world that we presently live in. i have to admit though.. it was pretty hard concentrating with my hot chocolate barista boy just steaming behind the counter. he's so gorgeous it hurts. sigh.. good day today. i am quite pleased :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how was your day today?&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to bed. buonna notte, mio amores. tell me your dreams in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-2033604567513397817?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2033604567513397817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=2033604567513397817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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why'/><title type='text'>stupid LA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5_xyUjxTxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IA_iJ78RLJ0/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5_xyUjxTxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IA_iJ78RLJ0/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161109544804372242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;wednesday.. my day-off.. of course "/ are you fo realz?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-8890463283443965609?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8890463283443965609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5-4H0jxTuI/AAAAAAAAAIw/eq0z4_L_CCM/s1600-h/herro+kitty+val.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5-4H0jxTuI/AAAAAAAAAIw/eq0z4_L_CCM/s320/herro+kitty+val.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161046142497148642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5-4IEjxTvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/q2B4Z8MRxxE/s1600-h/herro+kitty+val+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5-4IEjxTvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/q2B4Z8MRxxE/s320/herro+kitty+val+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161046146792115954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5-4JEjxTwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kbo30l9uC_A/s1600-h/herro+kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5-4JEjxTwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kbo30l9uC_A/s320/herro+kitty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161046163971985154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-7144041994040201994?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/7144041994040201994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R56l60jxTpI/AAAAAAAAAII/p4T4SXfz7sc/s1600-h/0128081627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R56l60jxTpI/AAAAAAAAAII/p4T4SXfz7sc/s320/0128081627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160744652972838546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R56l7EjxTqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Jr6Vi99sdIU/s1600-h/0128081627a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R56l7EjxTqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Jr6Vi99sdIU/s320/0128081627a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160744657267805858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R56l7kjxTrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hf3PSyyuDAs/s1600-h/0128081728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R56l7kjxTrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hf3PSyyuDAs/s320/0128081728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160744665857740466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R56l70jxTsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6CgmcnbJolA/s1600-h/Photo+812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R56l70jxTsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6CgmcnbJolA/s320/Photo+812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160744670152707778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hai! i'm a ghetto whaizn :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R56l9kjxTtI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WpNwsQvmqa8/s1600-h/Photo+808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R56l9kjxTtI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WpNwsQvmqa8/s320/Photo+808.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160744700217478866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how are you? tell me about your day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-8156603627110541963?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8156603627110541963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=8156603627110541963' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/8156603627110541963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/8156603627110541963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/rawr.html' title='rawr!'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R56l60jxTpI/AAAAAAAAAII/p4T4SXfz7sc/s72-c/0128081627.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-2102692611704910410</id><published>2008-01-28T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T09:29:33.451-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='click ze pic'/><title type='text'>shameless plug..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LC PHOTOGRAPHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordsinpictures.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/RB-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-2102692611704910410?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2102692611704910410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=2102692611704910410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/2102692611704910410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/2102692611704910410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/shameless-plug.html' title='shameless plug..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-6254087425874770298</id><published>2008-01-27T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T19:44:52.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool you&apos;re whasian too'/><title type='text'>Mr. Holmes' first time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;AT ROSCOES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R51LI0jxTgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0gDBScQ2h84/s1600-h/scruffs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R51LI0jxTgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0gDBScQ2h84/s320/scruffs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160363362956168706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott, patiently waiting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R51LJEjxThI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Hf7jwyqMZtU/s1600-h/0127080049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R51LJEjxThI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Hf7jwyqMZtU/s320/0127080049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160363367251136018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Weezy, patiently waiting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R51LJkjxTiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6ynLXzXyXOg/s1600-h/0127080046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R51LJkjxTiI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6ynLXzXyXOg/s320/0127080046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160363375841070626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bort, patiently waiting.. with his beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R51LJ0jxTjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MwkRaYB6OJY/s1600-h/0127080048a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R51LJ0jxTjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MwkRaYB6OJY/s320/0127080048a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160363380136037938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the cool ass woman who helped us out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R51LKEjxTkI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8K0RoKOTFok/s1600-h/0127080047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R51LKEjxTkI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8K0RoKOTFok/s320/0127080047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160363384431005250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;roscoes makes me a happy girl.. scott said him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R51MHUjxTlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/V1y7PmN0gF8/s1600-h/0127080048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R51MHUjxTlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/V1y7PmN0gF8/s320/0127080048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160364436697992786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;still evil.. he said that's his gangsta face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R51MHkjxTmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JE2vEhwTjBA/s1600-h/0127080049a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R51MHkjxTmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JE2vEhwTjBA/s320/0127080049a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160364440992960098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;mmm yaaaay roscoes&lt;br /&gt;chirkens n wafflesss&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-6254087425874770298?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/6254087425874770298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=6254087425874770298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/6254087425874770298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/6254087425874770298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/mr-homes-first-time.html' title='Mr. Holmes&apos; first time..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R51LI0jxTgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0gDBScQ2h84/s72-c/scruffs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-1025449791341927460</id><published>2008-01-27T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T19:18:29.365-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what i call a good time'/><title type='text'>recap #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I. the tritones acapella show was amazing.. but i didn't expect any different. i'll post the videos when they're posted on youchoob. sadly, i didn't get my own pictures because my camera's busted. i want &lt;a href="http://www.usa.canon.com/consumer/controller?act=ModelInfoAct&amp;amp;fcategoryid=145&amp;amp;modelid=14919" target="_blank"&gt;a new one soooo&lt;/a&gt; badly. &amp;amp;with my new job.. it shouldn't be that difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II. after a night of good food @roscoes. we all had a lovely slumber party at JERKobs casa, running down the hours with a good clean game of Risk and swigs from a wine bottle who's brand i wasn't all too familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R51HykjxTfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/RN9-MArgqKU/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R51HykjxTfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/RN9-MArgqKU/s320/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160359682169196018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;III. We picked up a treadmill today. my uncle's downstairs at the moment trying to figure out how he'll lugg that 3ton thing up the stairs without damaging our wood floors. it's been about two hours &amp;amp;as of right now it's still in pieces. but on a brighter note that'll definitely come in handy when i can't go to the gym. i can feel my determination to become fit reinforcing my dedication. sigh.. we shall see :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;lastly, how are you? tell me about your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-1025449791341927460?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/1025449791341927460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=1025449791341927460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/1025449791341927460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/1025449791341927460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/recap-1.html' title='recap #1'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R51HykjxTfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/RN9-MArgqKU/s72-c/Picture+6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-223650332747840048</id><published>2008-01-26T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T12:42:24.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sing-along-song'/><title type='text'>lalalalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;going to my cuzzo's show at USC today :3&lt;br /&gt;i am oh so very excited. tritones acapella group here i come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp;amp;shoutout to that bourgie ass man in crooklyn.&lt;br /&gt;happy birfday kuyaJeff.. oh how i wish i could be there &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-223650332747840048?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-7711708023556739083</id><published>2008-01-26T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T04:57:38.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just being honest'/><title type='text'>sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it sucks when two people grow apart. never really become friends. or can't get past a surface relationship. but you just can't force these kinds of things. you just mesh or you don't. &amp;amp;maybe that's what sets me &amp;amp;certain people apart; they want to do something about it. or think it's a choice. i don't. i've tried. but i couldn't help it be anything more than a facade. &amp;amp;being fake is worse than anything. i'd rather just accept it &amp;amp;be civil than force things. because what kind of relationship is that? if things change, then great.. all the better. but i can't do something half heartedly. i can't force myself to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; a way that i don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-7711708023556739083?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/7711708023556739083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=7711708023556739083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/7711708023556739083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/7711708023556739083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/sorry.html' title='sorry.'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-6494973757067493046</id><published>2008-01-26T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T04:42:35.658-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no air'/><title type='text'>strange..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i haven't cried about allen in a really long time.. till tonight. i think there is someone out there for everyone. i just don't think everyone's lucky enough to find their someone. &amp;amp;right now, i don't think i'm one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;buonna notte mio amores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tell me your dreams in the morning &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-6494973757067493046?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/6494973757067493046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=6494973757067493046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/6494973757067493046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/6494973757067493046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/strange.html' title='strange..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-2714902979064799277</id><published>2008-01-25T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T19:22:13.164-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wha da pho'/><title type='text'>pho to go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kdgbnlCuq6M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kdgbnlCuq6M&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, those poor poor people at the restaurant..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-2714902979064799277?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2714902979064799277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=2714902979064799277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/2714902979064799277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/2714902979064799277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/pho-to-go.html' title='pho to go?'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-1256861921963363095</id><published>2008-01-25T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T19:44:28.038-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy fat girl day'/><title type='text'>ofuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm being picked up in 20 minutes to go to my agent's &amp;amp;i'm still not ready..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5ptUUjxTdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_vPBDVL54CA/s1600-h/Photo+799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5ptUUjxTdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_vPBDVL54CA/s400/Photo+799.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159556518989876690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5ptUkjxTeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ydv0CsI2lSg/s1600-h/Photo+796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5ptUkjxTeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ydv0CsI2lSg/s400/Photo+796.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159556523284844002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;like really NOT ready.. stupid soda. i need tea.. or water. hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-1256861921963363095?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/1256861921963363095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=1256861921963363095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/1256861921963363095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/1256861921963363095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/ofuck.html' title='ofuck'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5ptUUjxTdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_vPBDVL54CA/s72-c/Photo+799.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-2885068129127433064</id><published>2008-01-25T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T19:46:13.980-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh if only'/><title type='text'>porn for women</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allowe.com/Humor/femalePorn.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 363px; height: 364px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/Picture1.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go ahead &amp;amp;click it.. i just creamed myself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-2885068129127433064?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2885068129127433064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=2885068129127433064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/2885068129127433064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/2885068129127433064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/porn-for-women.html' title='porn for women'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-2659386997318455332</id><published>2008-01-25T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:35:05.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gloomy weather makes me a gloomy girl'/><title type='text'>don't tell me</title><content type='html'>that blogspot is the new myspace fad. why is everyone making an account on blogspot all of a sudden? weird. the world really is &lt;a href="http://www.msghelp.net/showthread.php?tid=74463" target="_blank"&gt;coming to an end&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;ew "/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i want to thank everyone who has been following my posts for years. i've always been fascinated with people's thoughts. &amp;i espescially love the blogs that write in "real time". it gives you a personal sense of how that person talks. it's crazy really. &amp;the fashion blogs i've come across. damn. i'm a fiend and a slave to &lt;a href="http://www.facehunter.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;FACEHUNTER&lt;/a&gt;.. but i promise i'm getting better lol. i guess this new fad can only be a good thing. i'm all about self expression. it's just annoying to see it become a fad for little cliques, ya know? it makes me feel cheap for having one lol. &amp;seeing people bulletin them all over myspace over and over and over feels like someone stapling a big ass obnoxious sign onto my door. my bedroom door. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys have been asking why i put my old blog on private from my previous account. well, it's because it's 2008 &amp;i wanted to make a fresh start if you will. but i've had my previous blog for so long.. i just couldn't delete it. memories na means? well, i'm a sentimental girl.. what can ya do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can hear Kerr now.. "Kitty?! just fuckin delete that shit.. don't let this be another straw wrapper!" the first time i ever got away with ordering a drink at a restaurant, i kept the straw wrapper lmao. kerra isn't gonna let me forget it. trust me.. it was years ago &amp;she still rags on me for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oh &amp; update.. &lt;br /&gt;my lazy ass is still in bed watching water droplet formations fall. this is what i call one of my "fat girl" days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-2659386997318455332?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2659386997318455332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=2659386997318455332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/2659386997318455332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/2659386997318455332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/dont-tell-me.html' title='don&apos;t tell me'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-788725365630569093</id><published>2008-01-25T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T12:40:10.406-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holy moley blaaaaah'/><title type='text'>alright..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5pIDEjxTbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/id-2Hu9ha7w/s1600-h/Photo+793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5pIDEjxTbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/id-2Hu9ha7w/s400/Photo+793.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159515540706905522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess my sleeping schedule is still completely screwy. if i don't get this thing under control soon.. i won't just feel like a bum.. i'll actually be a bum.. cardboard house &amp;all. no seriously, how i wake up affects everything. &amp;i don't know what it was about twenty minutes ago.. but i woke up feeling like complete shit. i think i need to do something productive to make me feel better. does anyone else feel the same? i mean.. does hard work really give you a sense of satisfaction? i know it does for me.. self satisfaction anyway. &amp;right now that's the best kind for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a meeting with my agent at three. i wonder if i can wash my clothes &amp;clean my room before then. i don't want to go into Carey's office all whacked out &amp;shit. i don't know.. it's a lot of mess though. peep this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5pIB0jxTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yfRI2CocQa4/s1600-h/Photo+792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5pIB0jxTYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yfRI2CocQa4/s400/Photo+792.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159515519232068994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5pICUjxTZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4JO0MyMJues/s1600-h/Photo+794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5pICUjxTZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4JO0MyMJues/s400/Photo+794.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159515527822003602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5pICkjxTaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7X-tqfKF3_0/s1600-h/Photo+795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5pICkjxTaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7X-tqfKF3_0/s400/Photo+795.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159515532116970914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S A LOT OF SHIT! i've gotta get it together before i start working..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-788725365630569093?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/788725365630569093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=788725365630569093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/788725365630569093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/788725365630569093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/alright.html' title='alright..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5pIDEjxTbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/id-2Hu9ha7w/s72-c/Photo+793.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-973681154322951692</id><published>2008-01-25T02:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T02:04:30.302-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><title type='text'>even when i'm drunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5mzgEjxTWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/l1qU4QddOQw/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5mzgEjxTWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/l1qU4QddOQw/s400/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159352211690573154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5mzgUjxTXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0QtAeuD5JFw/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5mzgUjxTXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0QtAeuD5JFw/s400/Picture+6.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159352215985540466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEAT THAT BYIIIIIITCH!&lt;br /&gt;the newthing that keeps me up at nigght ha haah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp;i didn't  forget. tel me your dreams in the  morning&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-973681154322951692?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/973681154322951692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=973681154322951692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/973681154322951692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/973681154322951692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/even-when-im-drunk.html' title='even when i&apos;m drunk'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5mzgEjxTWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/l1qU4QddOQw/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-5541741087273322600</id><published>2008-01-25T01:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T01:24:14.020-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheers'/><title type='text'>bubbly</title><content type='html'>wine's got me feelin fine son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5mpXEjxTVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6kxztK5e4FE/s1600-h/funny-pictures-kittens-eating-sweet-kittens-nom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5mpXEjxTVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6kxztK5e4FE/s400/funny-pictures-kittens-eating-sweet-kittens-nom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159341061955472722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-5541741087273322600?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/5541741087273322600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=5541741087273322600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/5541741087273322600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/5541741087273322600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/bubbly.html' title='bubbly'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5mpXEjxTVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6kxztK5e4FE/s72-c/funny-pictures-kittens-eating-sweet-kittens-nom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-8173561143032447413</id><published>2008-01-24T22:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:24:30.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid little people'/><title type='text'>mac air = total bullshit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5l7zkjxTUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MVfmA-0hhmI/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5l7zkjxTUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MVfmA-0hhmI/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159290974046866754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even if i did have a mil.. i wouldn't waste a cent on this shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know all too well being attracted by anything new.. NEW NEW NEW.. everybody always wants new. but i'm about new places, new experiences.. &amp;amp;the occasional new thing. but the mac air? why?! i already have a fuckin macbookpro what the hell do i need the air for? people who try to feel exclusive through material things piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm done with my angry rant. so i'm sitting in my friend's den while he cooks.. i'm not too sure about the cooking though since i've never eaten his cooking before. lol.. alright, the wine's on the table. more to blog later.. hopefully a little more cheerful. ciao &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-8173561143032447413?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8173561143032447413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=8173561143032447413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/8173561143032447413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/8173561143032447413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/mac-air-total-bullshit.html' title='mac air = total bullshit.'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5l7zkjxTUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MVfmA-0hhmI/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-8722931848001250759</id><published>2008-01-24T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T21:37:21.603-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i hate LA'/><title type='text'>Welcome..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to wetpiss city "/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5lwdkjxTTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5NkB3H3Ae_E/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5lwdkjxTTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5NkB3H3Ae_E/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159278501461839154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's gonna rain on sunday too? fuuuuuuuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-8722931848001250759?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8722931848001250759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=8722931848001250759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/8722931848001250759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/8722931848001250759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/welcome.html' title='Welcome..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5lwdkjxTTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5NkB3H3Ae_E/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-8676544569598774482</id><published>2008-01-24T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T15:08:35.295-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i luhh my mums'/><title type='text'>i don't know..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what it was about this morning but i just woke up. for no reason. like there was no transition from sleep to awake. it was like someone just snapped their fingers and the next thing i know i'm staring at a wall. i'm so weird. but it really creeped me out. i mean it was dead quiet in my room. i tried to go back to sleep but i just felt too uneasy... [shudders] ew. i dunno something just doesn't feel right. hmmm, i don't know.. maybe i'm just buggin out. maybe it's the soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid soda. i need to stop drinking fuckin soda. it's so bad for me. ew. to be honest my figure's not doing too well. which shows i'm really not being healthy. i've been neglecting the gym.. gotta fix that. so anyway, today is my bestfriend's grad!! wooo hoooo! i really wanted to buy her flowers or something &amp;amp;me being low on cash, i asked my mum to help me out &amp;amp;god bless her heart.. she left me a fifty dollar check. i love my mum. it really is a sweet gesture &amp;amp;really speaks of how much she cares. she left a little note with the check. i'm gonna keep it. because i'm sentimental like that. &amp;amp; a dork like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-8676544569598774482?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8676544569598774482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=8676544569598774482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/8676544569598774482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/8676544569598774482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-know.html' title='i don&apos;t know..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-7235986723603559816</id><published>2008-01-24T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T15:03:01.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need these..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5hq60jxTQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/v-P09-_IG_E/s1600-h/chanel_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 653px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5hq60jxTQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/v-P09-_IG_E/s400/chanel_red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158990931926535426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5hq7EjxTRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xkqjJB8sjHE/s1600-h/c384_1_sbl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5hq7EjxTRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xkqjJB8sjHE/s400/c384_1_sbl.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158990936221502738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BADLY! the red ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sucks being young &amp;amp;in love with fashion with no money.&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp;amp;i saw my dream man again.. so GORGEOUS.&lt;br /&gt;swooooooooooooooon. sigh &lt; / 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;buonna notte mio amores. i'm off to dream of my starbucks guy lmao..&lt;br /&gt;tell me your dreams in the morning &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-7235986723603559816?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/7235986723603559816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=7235986723603559816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/7235986723603559816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/7235986723603559816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-need-these.html' title='i need these..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5hq60jxTQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/v-P09-_IG_E/s72-c/chanel_red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-2057866795453202965</id><published>2008-01-23T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:28:03.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i only like it when it rains in alaminos'/><title type='text'>rain, rain.. GO AWAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5fky0jxTOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/L49MB2YboHM/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5fky0jxTOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/L49MB2YboHM/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158843459929459938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;california has the best weather my ass..&lt;br /&gt;kitty no like the rain. go away please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-2057866795453202965?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2057866795453202965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=2057866795453202965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/2057866795453202965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/2057866795453202965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='rain, rain.. GO AWAY!'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5fky0jxTOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/L49MB2YboHM/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-1729191779811693884</id><published>2008-01-23T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T16:50:59.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i luhh gettin thai&apos;d up'/><title type='text'>we're fat..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after we got crepes &amp;amp;looked at scrumptious shoes.. we drove to pick up some yellow chicken curry. mmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5fgoUjxTKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ZknkjMxslxs/s1600-h/thaid.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5fgoUjxTKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ZknkjMxslxs/s320/thaid.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158838881494322338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5fgoUjxTLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/o0M1D7CdlDg/s1600-h/yippee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5fgoUjxTLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/o0M1D7CdlDg/s320/yippee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158838881494322354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5fgoUjxTMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DVGKbVURt1c/s1600-h/yippee+ee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5fgoUjxTMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DVGKbVURt1c/s320/yippee+ee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158838881494322370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5fgokjxTNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xJDqVx3OUA8/s1600-h/g.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5fgokjxTNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xJDqVx3OUA8/s320/g.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158838885789289682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;thai tea makes us happpyyyyyyy :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-1729191779811693884?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/1729191779811693884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=1729191779811693884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/1729191779811693884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/1729191779811693884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/were-fat.html' title='we&apos;re fat..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5fgoUjxTKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ZknkjMxslxs/s72-c/thaid.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-5224129190233666967</id><published>2008-01-23T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T17:19:31.886-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great now i cant wear my white disko pants'/><title type='text'>ofaCK!&amp;#%</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i don't know why i'm on the pill when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't need it&lt;/span&gt;. trust me.. it hurts me deeply to say that T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everytime i forget.. my period starts to show it's annoying little self. don't you hate that? you think you're free to frolick sans tampon only to find it slowly creeping (or shall i say seeping) back up (down?). UGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-5224129190233666967?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/5224129190233666967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=5224129190233666967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/5224129190233666967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/5224129190233666967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/fck.html' title='ofaCK!&amp;#%'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-7472683995160110305</id><published>2008-01-23T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T12:39:25.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oui love crepes'/><title type='text'>CREPES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;"&gt;with one of my fave popps &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh &amp;amp; just in case you didn't know.. i now work for sanrio lol. how funny is that? KittY working as a hello KittY girl. lmao. i think it's funny.. &amp;amp;now when someone asks me what i'm doing with my life, instead of awkwardly thinking of something else to say other than "entertainment" or "working to further my career" &amp;amp;other awkwardshit like that lol.. i can plainly say, "i work at sanrio" :3  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;p.s PAT BENATAR ALL DAY ERR DAY, harrharr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-7472683995160110305?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/7472683995160110305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=7472683995160110305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/7472683995160110305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/7472683995160110305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/crepes-with-one-of-my-fave-popps-3-oh.html' title='CREPES!'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-5317219808168766473</id><published>2008-01-23T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T15:04:13.513-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it figures'/><title type='text'>coffee&amp;cigsconversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5fdGEjxTJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DDZ_zoEuO7w/s1600-h/coff%26cigs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5fdGEjxTJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DDZ_zoEuO7w/s320/coff%26cigs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158834994548919442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my future boyfriend works at the starbucks on ventura &amp;amp;somethin..&lt;br /&gt;THE finest man in the world. if i'd break my dry spell for anyone.. it'd be him ;P&lt;br /&gt;drrrooooool. yuuuum. swoooon.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, &amp;amp;OFCOURSE.. he has a girlfriend.. who's probably gorgeous T_T&lt;br /&gt;because he is. &amp;amp;that's what his co-worker told us.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what it is about that place.. but THE finest guys go there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmm.. bonne nuit, miene liebes. tell me your dreams in the morning &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-5317219808168766473?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/5317219808168766473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=5317219808168766473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/5317219808168766473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/5317219808168766473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/coffee.html' title='coffee&amp;cigsconversation'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5fdGEjxTJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DDZ_zoEuO7w/s72-c/coff%26cigs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-6739492725501708302</id><published>2008-01-22T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:08:25.580-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh heath say it aint so'/><title type='text'>R.I.P Heath Ledger</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/Heath_Ledger-6-Im_Not_There.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/Heath_Ledger-4-Im_Not_There.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/Heath_Ledger-2-Im_Not_There.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/Heath_Ledger-1-Im_Not_There.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/sw2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this is totally throwing off my preperation for my interview.. mainly mentally. it's so tragic to lose such a talented &amp;amp;young person. i always wonder what else life had in store for them.. i still can't believe it. i don't want to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-6739492725501708302?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/6739492725501708302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=6739492725501708302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/6739492725501708302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/6739492725501708302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/heath-ledger.html' title='R.I.P Heath Ledger'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-719606754291186750</id><published>2008-01-22T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T19:44:36.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i luhh getting pho&apos;d up homie'/><title type='text'>sanrio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;hey doll, how are you? tell me about your day &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so today i have an interview with the owner.. at sanrio :3 nice change of pace for once, am i right? yes, i'm extremely excited &amp;amp;above all.. my nerves are SHOT. lol so hopefully i can get through this. well i'm gonna go take a shower and do what i gotta do to get ready. alright popples.. you know the drill. tell me about you &amp;amp;stuff. you know i'm here :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;amp;if you're down &amp;amp;free.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;come have a [hopefully] celebratory lunch with me after my interview, if not we can drown my sorrows in pho lol.. i'll be home probably around 4:30 or 5.. shouldn't take that long right? unless she wants me to work immediately.. but i doubt that'll happen lol. so, you in or out? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;txt me.. you know i can't have my phone ringin during the interview ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-719606754291186750?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/719606754291186750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=719606754291186750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/719606754291186750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/719606754291186750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/sanrio.html' title='sanrio'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-1542821270167816971</id><published>2008-01-22T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:24:45.266-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='got warm at stell&apos;s housewarming'/><title type='text'>woop woop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"excuse me? do you happen to carry woop woop wine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/woop.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shouting obscenities from a balcony, chardonnay, kahlua filled chocolate shot glasses, &amp;amp;kisses on the spot of my shoulder where my dress didn't cover make for a pleasant mood. &amp;amp;maybe it's the wine talking but i'm zoned &amp;amp;find it all extremely romantic, lol. Stell, i love your apartment. i hate you because i'm jealous. just kidding slutcakes.. you know you're my world. oh &amp;amp;nic, you're my fave photog. don't get it twisted.. you know i only pose for you ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;buona notte, meu amors. tell me your dreams in the morning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-1542821270167816971?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/1542821270167816971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=1542821270167816971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/1542821270167816971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/1542821270167816971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/woop-wopp.html' title='woop woop'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-1108343313504408041</id><published>2008-01-21T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:24:10.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chu know bout dat'/><title type='text'>gangsta, gangstuuuhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:impact;font-size:7;"  &gt;insomnia cr3w&lt;br /&gt;neva sleep on em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i'm tellin you.. that game'll kill you. lol. Quinn &amp;amp;i know wassup. chu know bout dat?&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 387px; height: 290px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/Photo789.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i never go to bed ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;KEEP YOUR COINS; I WANT &lt;b&gt;CHANGE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-1108343313504408041?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/1108343313504408041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=1108343313504408041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/1108343313504408041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/1108343313504408041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/gangsta-gangstuuuhh.html' title='gangsta, gangstuuuhh'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-86285892973216386</id><published>2008-01-21T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:23:09.042-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have a dream'/><title type='text'>MLK DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/mlk.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  I Have a Dream - Address    at March on Washington&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;strong&gt;August 28, 1963. Washington, D.C.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="5" width="100"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mlkonline.net/video-i-have-a-dream-speech.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mlkonline.net/images/thumb-i-have-a-dream.jpg" alt="Watch the Full 16 min video of Martin Luther King's famous I Have a Dream Speach " border="0" height="97" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mlkonline.net/video-i-have-a-dream-speech.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;I am happy to join with    you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for    freedom in the history of our nation. [Applause] &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Five score years ago, a    great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation.    This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro    slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as    a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;But one hundred years later,    we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years    later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation    and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on    a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity.    One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American    society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today    to dramatize an appalling condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In a sense we have come    to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic    wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the declaration of Independence,    they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir.    This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights    of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It is obvious today that    America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color    are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given    the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."    But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to    believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity    of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give    us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also    come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This    is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing    drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley    of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open    the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our    nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It would be fatal for the    nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination    of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will    not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen    sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed    to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the    nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility    in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds    of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright    day of justice emerges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;But there is something that    I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the    palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not    be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom    by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We must forever conduct    our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow    our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we    must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.    The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not    lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as    evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny    is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.    We cannot walk alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And as we walk, we must    make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those    who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?"    We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel,    cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities.    We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller    ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi    cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote.    No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls    down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I am not unmindful that    some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you    have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your    quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered    by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering.    Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Go back to Mississippi,    go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the    slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation    can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I say to you today, my friends,    that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have    a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I have a dream that one    day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We    hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I have a dream that one    day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former    slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I have a dream that one    day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat    of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and    justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I have a dream that my four    children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the    color of their skin but by the content of their character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I have a dream today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I have a dream that one    day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with    the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation    where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little    white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I have a dream today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I have a dream that one    day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low,    the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight,    and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This is our hope. This is    the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able    to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will    be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony    of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together,    to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together,    knowing that we will be free one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This will be the day when    all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country,    'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died,    land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And if America is to be    a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious    hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New    York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Let freedom ring from the    snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Let freedom ring from the    curvaceous peaks of California!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;But not only that; let freedom    ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Let freedom ring from Lookout    Mountain of Tennessee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Let freedom ring from every    hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom    ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When we let freedom ring,    when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and    every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children,    black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will    be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free    at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-86285892973216386?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/86285892973216386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=86285892973216386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/86285892973216386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/86285892973216386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/mlk-day.html' title='MLK DAY!'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-5371563820437917714</id><published>2008-01-20T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:54:02.471-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i shouldn&apos;t be surprised'/><title type='text'>are you serious?! this is only half of it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WTF?! omg.. i have so much to say to you lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;his face went two seperate ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;when she came around, tried to keep an eye on she &amp;amp;i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;but i'm not surprised. saw his face go two seperate ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;wandering eyes. all men lie.. these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from guys being shady as fuuuuck.. my cuzzo's leaving today to go back to the Garden State &amp;amp;how i wish i could go.. i'm pretty bummed. I'd rather be anywhere but here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T anyway, how are you? tell me about your day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-5371563820437917714?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/5371563820437917714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=5371563820437917714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/5371563820437917714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/5371563820437917714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/are-you-serious.html' title='are you serious?! this is only half of it..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-5474945459725907548</id><published>2008-01-18T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T00:39:35.442-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supa staaaaaaah'/><title type='text'>I WENT TO THE LUPE FIASCO SHOW..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5kX7EjxTSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/2kfEjGQYJHg/s1600-h/lupe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5kX7EjxTSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/2kfEjGQYJHg/s400/lupe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159181151733108002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;amp;i  had an amazing niiiiight!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it was so amazin riiiiiiight!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the show was blazin riiiiiiiight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[sigh] &lt;(^_^)&gt; night popples.. tell me your dreams in the morning &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-5474945459725907548?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/5474945459725907548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=5474945459725907548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/5474945459725907548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/5474945459725907548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-went-to-lupe-fiasco-show.html' title='I WENT TO THE LUPE FIASCO SHOW..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5kX7EjxTSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/2kfEjGQYJHg/s72-c/lupe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-6617586559474440118</id><published>2008-01-15T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T17:17:24.320-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nobody makes me bleed my own blood'/><title type='text'>mm yumms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5fmI0jxTPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uc_AOgCtMC8/s1600-h/Photo+557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5fmI0jxTPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uc_AOgCtMC8/s400/Photo+557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158844937398209778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have a bad habit of biting my lip.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i got a little too excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the night was going so smoothly; what a pity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;there should be a guard at the door for women's bathrooms in bars. men seem to think they can get away with using alcohol as an excuse to "accidentally" enter the women's restroom &amp;amp;hit on little girls like me while i'm taking a piss. yes.. standing outside the door, "hey, so uhh.. i noticed you out there.. is you havins a good time?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna pee damnitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we live in a sad, sad world. it's tragic really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you? tell me about your day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-6617586559474440118?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/6617586559474440118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=6617586559474440118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/6617586559474440118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/6617586559474440118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-bad-habit-of-biting-my-lip.html' title='mm yumms'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5fmI0jxTPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uc_AOgCtMC8/s72-c/Photo+557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-4036882106918145087</id><published>2008-01-14T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T00:40:22.712-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i need moolah'/><title type='text'>C.R.E.A.M.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CASH RULES EVERYTHING AROUND ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;i NEED memory.. for my mac that is.&lt;br /&gt;i have so much crap on my comuter.. for some reason, i failed to remember that a laptop does have a limit on how much crap it can hold. silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i could always get an external hard drive.&lt;br /&gt;but i really want to just upgrade the memory on this jonx. but that can cost me anywhere from 75-300 dolla dolla bills ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;!@#$%^&amp;amp;*()(*&amp;amp;^%$#@!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;laaaaaaaaaaame. so how are you? tell me about your day..&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-4036882106918145087?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/4036882106918145087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=4036882106918145087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/4036882106918145087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/4036882106918145087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/cream.html' title='C.R.E.A.M.'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-7288392620271033898</id><published>2008-01-14T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:54:33.614-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sneak a peak'/><title type='text'>nasty little nun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A nun, badly needing to use the restroom, walked into a local Hooters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was hopping with music and loud conversation and every once in a while "the lights would turn off." Each time the lights would go out, the place would erupt into cheers. However, when the revelers saw the nun, the room went dead silent. She walked up to the bartender, and asked, "May I please use the restroom?" The bartender replied, "OK, but I should warn you that there is a statue of a naked man in there wearing only a fig leaf." "Well, in that case, I'll just look the other way," said the nun. So the bartender showed the nun to the back of the restaurant. After a few minutes, she came back out, and the whole place stopped just long enough to give the nun a loud round of applause. She went to the bartender and said, "Sir, I don't understand. Why did they applaud for me just because I went to the restroom?" "Well, now they know you're one of us," said the bartender, "Would you like a drink?" "No thank you, but, I still don't understand," said the puzzled nun. "You see," laughed the bartender, "every time someone lifts the fig leaf on that statue, the lights go out. Now, how about that drink?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRHARR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-7288392620271033898?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/7288392620271033898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=7288392620271033898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/7288392620271033898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/7288392620271033898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/nasty-little-nun.html' title='nasty little nun.'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-6855374779233046994</id><published>2008-01-11T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:50:17.432-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='these things make me happy'/><title type='text'>i'd be pimpin popple</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rO4ayVYtmrs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rO4ayVYtmrs&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. i remember watching the popples when i was younger &amp;amp;growing up in the philippines. &amp;amp;i even had a bootlegg version of a popple.. it turned into a ball &amp;amp;everything haha. i want em all!! so i've been frantically searching ebay &amp;amp; they're all there. i really want p.c, party, puffball, puzzle, potato chip &amp;amp;pretty bit. i sure do love all them colours.. shore do, shore do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DkUyQqPBT4M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DkUyQqPBT4M&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i want a popple real bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;!@#$%^&amp;amp;*())(*&amp;amp;^%$#@!&lt;br /&gt;how are you? tell me about your day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-6855374779233046994?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/6855374779233046994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=6855374779233046994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/6855374779233046994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/6855374779233046994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/while-i-do-laundry.html' title='i&apos;d be pimpin popple'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-5273791373538492430</id><published>2008-01-09T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:53:32.184-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dan the Man'/><title type='text'>i've got a lot to say..</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: arial;" class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah, I got a lot to say&lt;br /&gt;I noticed your eyes are always glued to me&lt;br /&gt;Keeping them here&lt;br /&gt;And it makes no sense at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They taped over your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Scribbled out the truth with their lies&lt;br /&gt;Your little spies&lt;br /&gt;They taped over your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Scribbled out the truth with their lies&lt;br /&gt;Your little spies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRUSHCRUSHCRUSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone&lt;br /&gt;Just the one, two I was just counting on&lt;br /&gt;That never happened&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm dreaming again&lt;br /&gt;Let's be more than this&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 328px; height: 245px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/1218071448.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT PHO'D UP!!! pho always makes me feel better. my popples know that &amp;amp;i love em for always taking care of me. I can honestly say Dan is one of the sweetest guys i've ever met. i don't know him that well.. yet. &amp;amp;it'll be nice getting to know him.. i feel like he could be a really good friend. whoooo knows &lt;(^_^)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;latey, i swear.. i feel like such a baby around everyone. not necessarily that i feel younger.. although in most cases i am the youngest, i hardly feel that way. it's not such a bad thing though, to have found people who genuinely want to know what's wrong and take up the responsibility of wanting to make your problems go away. i guess that's what you get when open up a little and give more of yourself, you get a lot back. having quinn in my life is definitely a stablizer. &amp;david &amp;the boys are so fun to be around.. you can just chill. they're such cool people &amp;it's rare that you come across a group of people that are that down to earth.mmk, i hate being home &amp;amp;i know i just got in but if you want me you can find me on the streets of sherman oaks causing &amp;amp;getting into trouble :3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thumbs up to eden&amp;amp;cory adventures, harrharr]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;!@#$%^&amp;amp;*()(*&amp;amp;^%$#@!&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp;amp;how are you?! tell me about your day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-5273791373538492430?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/5273791373538492430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=5273791373538492430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/5273791373538492430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/5273791373538492430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-got-lot-to-say.html' title='i&apos;ve got a lot to say..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-3154165781141193499</id><published>2008-01-09T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:33:45.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugghhhh'/><title type='text'>aimless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;UGGGGGHHHHH. i hate getting up to find that half the day is gone. there's nothing i can do. despite going to bed early at one (yes, that's early for me..) and setting my alarm clock; it's all been in vain.. i always end up waking up past noon. i guess my body's just used to it. what a slothful existence. i fear my lassitude will become a permanent state if i don't do something about it soon "/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eh, i'll get around to it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;!@#$%^&amp;amp;*()(*&amp;amp;^%$#@!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-3154165781141193499?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/3154165781141193499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=3154165781141193499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/3154165781141193499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/3154165781141193499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/aimless.html' title='aimless'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-8677463093763510268</id><published>2008-01-08T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:20:30.255-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh how i love zee net'/><title type='text'>i want..</title><content type='html'>&lt;sup style="font-family: arial;"&gt; • a new tatt.. i'm craving a new one badly.. so what's new?&lt;br /&gt;• my old abs back! holidays definitely did not do my figure any good. not a good look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;POPPS! are we hitting that gym up soon or whuuuuuuut?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;heres some other shiz i want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 259px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/167152-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 371px; height: 371px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/mestiza.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 375px; height: 375px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/jitcrunchaspx.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/Canon-SD1000.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 228px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/V119DVD.gif" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 335px; height: 224px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/0012hellokittyces2008.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 255px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/funny-pictures-mom-cat-catnip.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/jdrs1c2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway, how are you? tell me about your day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-8677463093763510268?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/8677463093763510268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=8677463093763510268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/8677463093763510268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/8677463093763510268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-want.html' title='i want..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-4548506981322434491</id><published>2008-01-08T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:19:25.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and i thought i was a weirdo'/><title type='text'>pleasures of the fur..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:impact;font-size:180%;"  &gt;PLUSHIE FETISH CONVETION; harrharr! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm watching CSI &amp;amp;this episode introduced me to something called the "furry community"?! LMAO, what is the world coming to?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.   Plushophile     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A person with a very close, often(but not always) times sexual attachment to stuffed animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 377px; height: 350px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/vf3.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 377px; height: 391px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/vf1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"scritching"? "yiffing"? "fluff pile?" lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“The only unnatural sex act is that which you cannot perform.” Alfred C. Kinsey.&lt;/b&gt; i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-4548506981322434491?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/4548506981322434491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=4548506981322434491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/4548506981322434491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/4548506981322434491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/pleasure-of-fur.html' title='pleasures of the fur..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-7482640551826975202</id><published>2008-01-08T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:01:00.397-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coughing is no good for your pipes'/><title type='text'>ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i keep coughing..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;it hurts my throat "/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;this is why winter is not my favorite of seasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i'm gonna take a bubble bath and hopefully that'll make me feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;whew &lt;('-_-)&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;je veux juste l'amour.. peace out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-7482640551826975202?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/7482640551826975202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=7482640551826975202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/7482640551826975202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/7482640551826975202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/ouch.html' title='ouch'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-2349214413244052784</id><published>2008-01-07T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:18:13.866-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nasty lil creepurrs'/><title type='text'>oh, those bold city girls..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5dJG0jxTII/AAAAAAAAAEE/4bwfMtfTkEs/s1600-h/icecreeeam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5dJG0jxTII/AAAAAAAAAEE/4bwfMtfTkEs/s320/icecreeeam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158672279712910466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5dJGkjxTHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fLpNLcRl7BM/s1600-h/0107082048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5dJGkjxTHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fLpNLcRl7BM/s320/0107082048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158672275417943154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CORY&amp;amp;EDEN ADVENTURES IS WHAT WE CALL EM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;after visiting the Garri Dance Studio in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Burbank. G &amp;amp;i walked up &amp;amp;down the streets waiting for Mark's lesson to be done. we were met by a creepy old guy with a gaudy accent who offered to drive us to Starbucks.. pfft, even the stranger next to him was shaking his head warning us.. not that we needed it but it was appreciated &amp;amp;funny nonetheless. that creeper just wouldn't give up though.. even after we declined. he pulled up in his car &amp;amp;tried again.. SUPERstalker status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh.. after a while we got tired of hoping that the Starbucks would just magically appear in front of us. luckily, we found a nifty little restau called pinnochios :3 we enjoyed gelato's &amp;amp;explored the rest of the store, in which we took inappropriate pictures with an italian sausage &amp;amp;took in the atmosphere. all the food &amp;amp;ingredients didn't help my growing desire for my own accomodations "/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon after we left, on our way back to the dance studio.. we noticed two boys making eyes at us. always a nice compliment, i suppose. we chatted them up a bit in british accents &amp;amp;had fun with that.. in the end we decided it was best not to give them our numbers. that's what's so fun about talking to strangers. they know nothing about you &amp;amp;you can act&amp;amp;behave any way you choose &amp;amp;they wouldn't be the wiser. i wouldn't do that if i actually intended on staying in touch with that person. keeping up the charade would just be too much of the hassle.. hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;!@#$)(*&amp;amp;^%$#@!&lt;br /&gt;sigh well, i'm off to bed mio amores..&lt;br /&gt;ciao, tell me your dreams in the morning &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-2349214413244052784?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2349214413244052784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=2349214413244052784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/2349214413244052784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/2349214413244052784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-those-bold-city-girls.html' title='oh, those bold city girls..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R5dJG0jxTII/AAAAAAAAAEE/4bwfMtfTkEs/s72-c/icecreeeam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-3081393535530384198</id><published>2008-01-03T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T17:58:08.770-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy bum'/><title type='text'>half the day is gone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;fudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-3081393535530384198?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/3081393535530384198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=3081393535530384198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/3081393535530384198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/3081393535530384198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/half-day-is-gone.html' title='half the day is gone..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-4219047534486257830</id><published>2008-01-02T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T17:55:52.958-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sometimes i think i think too much'/><title type='text'>pensive..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:impact;font-size:6;"  &gt;i know it sounds silly but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/?action=view&amp;amp;current=timothy-olyphant-as-hitman.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 332px; height: 498px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/timothy-olyphant-as-hitman.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:impact;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:impact;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&amp;amp;i must sound mad out of my mind;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:impact;font-size:180%;"  &gt;but i can't help but have an affinity for excitement &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;barely being 18, it's ridiculous to even feel this way but it's just.. there's been an insesant aching inside my head. i feel like i'm going to be alone forever. i know i'm probably going to regret posting this tomorrow but for now.. it's making me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i want so much. too much. and i'm just never going to find it. i know what i want and i know i can't have my perfect man because he just doesn't exsist. he's not out there. i'm not going to find him. when i thought i did, he ended up being a lie. now i'm paranoid and think that every guy that comes my way is probably a snake in the grass with a wife, six different women, and twenty kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just gotta get it into my head that he's not out there. i'm not going to find him.&lt;br /&gt;but is it so bad to not want to settle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sigh] don't mind me.. i guess i'm just thinking too hard again.&lt;br /&gt;how are you? tell me about your day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-4219047534486257830?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/4219047534486257830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=4219047534486257830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/4219047534486257830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/4219047534486257830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2008/01/pensive.html' title='pensive..'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwde5xMpvAU/R4ycVdlcQMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qPNpckZi-CM/S220/wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6203849017373868688.post-2011583023713583343</id><published>2007-12-31T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T12:31:11.503-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hi low oh eight'/><title type='text'>ciao 2oo7</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/mars_v4_1.gif" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/neptune_v3_1.gif" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/transformeternal.gif" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/jupiter_v3_1.gif" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a383/LyRicaLLy_ReaL/venus_v3_1.gif" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;new year. you live &amp;amp;learn &amp;amp;blah blah blah.. i'm just trying to get rid of 2007, thanks doll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SO, how are you? tell me about your day :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6203849017373868688-2011583023713583343?l=er0i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/feeds/2011583023713583343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6203849017373868688&amp;postID=2011583023713583343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/2011583023713583343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6203849017373868688/posts/default/2011583023713583343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://er0i.blogspot.com/2007/12/ciao-2oo7.html' title='ciao 2oo7'/><author><name>Plain Jane, from down the lane..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931621354603109379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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