<?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-15241532</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:25:41.960-05:00</updated><category term='pirate'/><category term='muscles'/><category term='work'/><title type='text'>awakened ophelia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>423</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-7032759096255464542</id><published>2007-12-17T00:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:06:41.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/12/04/i-poop-rainbows/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2007/12/cute-pictures-rainbow-poop.jpg" alt="funny pictures" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moar &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;funny pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-7032759096255464542?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/7032759096255464542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/7032759096255464542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/12/moar-funny-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-3360145566361840607</id><published>2007-11-19T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T20:07:13.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A christmas survey... well at least it's not "have you kissed anyone today?"</title><content type='html'>1. Egg nog or hot chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm Egg nog... just three more days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?&lt;br /&gt;Santa tried skipping our house a couple of years ago and we just got presents from Mom and Dad... I was pissed, he came back the next year, learned his lesson and hasn't skipped us since.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Colored lights on tree/house or white?&lt;br /&gt;I like all white, it's classic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you hang mistletoe?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes to ambush people in doorways with hugs and kisses... it's foul yet endearing at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When do you put your decorations up?&lt;br /&gt;the day after turkey day... I need a new tree this year the cats chewed up the lights on the old one too bad the lights weren't on at the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)?&lt;br /&gt;stuffing, I newly like candy yams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite holiday memory as a child?&lt;br /&gt;Coming home from Christmas Eve Mass all excited about the next day. Something's magical about 1 am christmas morning with all the lights on, I still cant sleep right before christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?&lt;br /&gt;Fricken biotches in Girl Scouts.  I held my own for a while but the damn troop leaders didn't do anything and ruined it for all the younger kids which included me.  They ruined my Innocence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How do you decorate your Christmas tree?&lt;br /&gt;I have plastic glazed fruit and I need to replace the bulbs, it's year three and they are starting to flake, they also didn't stand up very well last year with all the death defing leaps the pussy cats made.  It was like Mission impossible around my apartment last year, I am just glad i can put up my Nativity Scene this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Snow, love it or hate it?&lt;br /&gt;LOVE it, I love walking on abandond streets in the middle of a heavy windless snow fall with all the lights flickering... ahhh so romantic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Can you ice skate?&lt;br /&gt;I used to skate pretty well, some how I am better on or in water than functioning on land... Another reason I should be a pirate arrrrrrgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you remember your favorite gift?&lt;br /&gt;Currently it's the Pirates game I got last year... i am a sucker for Piratey things and Johnny my fiance... Sorry babe, but if I ever get a chance I am so having sexy time with that man, you have been warned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Most important thing about the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;Peanut Butter Balls and i guess Family, world peace blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favorite holiday dessert?&lt;br /&gt;PEANUT BUTTER BALLS!!!!  I like pumpkin rolls too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your favorite holiday tradition?&lt;br /&gt;Decorating the christmas tree and watching christmas movies with the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What tops your tree?&lt;br /&gt;a pretty bronze star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Which do you prefer, giving or receiving?&lt;br /&gt;giving, I make most of my gifts, most people now days just buy whatever they want anyways I would rather a meaningful gift that showes that I took time out for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your favorite Christmas song?&lt;br /&gt;uhhh the chickens squaking to the tune of the Sugar Plum Fairy.  Actually it's carol of the bells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Candy canes:&lt;br /&gt;i can do without, what do they represent anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite Christmas movie?&lt;br /&gt;in this order... The Grinch, Christmas Vacation, A Christmas Story... that was difficult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you leave for Santa?&lt;br /&gt;threats of bodily harm if he doesn't leave presents under the tree god damn it, I don't care if I am 25 he better get his fat ass through that fire place especially if I go through all that trouble to make cookies and leave carrots out for the demonic farm animals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-3360145566361840607?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/3360145566361840607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/3360145566361840607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/11/christmas-survey-well-at-least-its-not.html' title='A christmas survey... well at least it&apos;s not &quot;have you kissed anyone today?&quot;'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-7655183354791362690</id><published>2007-11-11T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T16:31:40.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XWtHEmVjVw8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XWtHEmVjVw8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-7655183354791362690?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/7655183354791362690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/7655183354791362690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-145167777692181558</id><published>2007-11-11T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T15:07:27.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ECHO ECHo ECho Echo echo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-145167777692181558?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/145167777692181558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/145167777692181558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/11/echo-echo-echo-echo-echo.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-5700252285084716464</id><published>2007-08-27T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:33:36.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ojhYBCnkuc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ojhYBCnkuc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-5700252285084716464?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/5700252285084716464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/5700252285084716464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/08/dog-fight.html' title='Dog Fight'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-4007057796922921826</id><published>2007-08-27T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T20:24:53.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Bad Dream</title><content type='html'>I just woke up from an aweful dream.  You will like it it's interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was walking through the old county fair with Paris Hilton, Yes Paris Hiltion I did say it was a bad dream.  And so we were walking through and this geeky guy was like oh I know you to me, and he Climbed the radio tower in front of us did some spy like things and a light flashed.  I was pissed because he took my picture then he walked over to Paris Hiltion and she is so dumb he didn't even do any spy things.  And he took their picture too and was very non-chalantly walked away.  So then I am pissed and he knows what I look like and as soon as I find him he starts running.  I kinda follow him and find out that he is doing something weird with the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I go change my clothes and cut my hair off so I can hunt this bitch down, takes all of 5 seconds.  I find him and I start punching him in the face.  But you know how my punches are, I have only really punched one person in my life and they looked at me like I was giving them a love tap.  So then I just start aming for an eye and hope it bruises.  I finally give him a black eye and run.  I guess I showed him right...  I finally find Paris Hilton and she is Making out with Florence Henderson, yeah the Brady Bunch Mom.  I guess she is a slut in my dreams too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go to leave and i walk through the old bar and you come running up to me.  I ask what happened to Samoa.  You say, "you know that date I had last night, well we got married"  You then tell me "she's the one" you are all excited about your 7 new children and the one born last night, you want me to help you pick something out for your new son (she was pregnant and you havent gotten over that saving people thing when you date) I get pissed of and just start running.  Eventually I come back, tell you I love you and that I know I should be happy that you have found "the one"  I also say that getting married after one date is not acceptable and I will love you still anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IF YOU DO THAT FOR REAL I WILL KILL YOU!!!  Seriously use this time wisely.  I will make you a deal.  If you don't go and get married in Samoa with out telling me you are at least seeing someone, or choose to have a very short engagement THEN I will promise that I won't hang out with Paris Hilton and try to give weird people black eyes.  I just want you to know how much of a catch you are.  You are a very special person and not just anyone deserves you.  I Love you very much and whoever she is she better be one amazing woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-4007057796922921826?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/4007057796922921826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/4007057796922921826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/08/bad-bad-dream.html' title='Bad Bad Dream'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-282918192794222367</id><published>2007-08-18T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T15:42:35.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sitting at home being lazy watching love stories and drawing pretty pictures.  I realized the other day that it's been nearly three years since Glen and I broke up.  Since I had somewhat of a serious relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when you go from saying I love being single to god I hate these people.  Ehh The three years thing kind of scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a run&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-282918192794222367?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/282918192794222367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/282918192794222367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-sitting-at-home-being-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-4230788881256336146</id><published>2007-08-12T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T22:29:03.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks</title><content type='html'>I have been hit with a great big dose of reailty today.  I just know that when I go into work tomorrow and get asked about my weekend wondering how the benefit I know I will have a come appart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep saying that I miss my dogs now that I don't live near home anymore but I think I miss being around to help more.  3-5 sounds like a prison sentance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-4230788881256336146?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/4230788881256336146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/4230788881256336146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/08/thanks.html' title='thanks'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-5506210194322248198</id><published>2007-08-01T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T00:12:13.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't help but agree with this man here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uYgXRU8gCls"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uYgXRU8gCls" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although in reality he is more like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XevGb_GOA-o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XevGb_GOA-o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda funny coming from an ex KKK member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what this man, one of our senators said a little over 60 years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Rather I should die a thousand times, and see Old Glory trampled in the dirt never to rise again, than to see this beloved land of ours become degraded by race mongrels, a throwback to the blackest specimen from the wilds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had earlier written Bilbo "I shall never fight in the armed forces with a Negro by my side".&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading this I was just reminded of my Hate Crimes class.  Don't think he is the only politician who at one time was a member. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok so he is not like that ANYMORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do need to also quote what followed in Wiki.  Also I am only quoting wiki because I remember it and i don't exactly have my old notes here still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please note this too then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In 1997, he told an interviewer he would encourage young people to become involved in politics, but to "Be sure you avoid the Ku Klux Klan. Don't get that albatross around your neck. Once you've made that mistake, you inhibit your operations in the political arena."&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; In his latest autobiography, Byrd explained that he was a member because he "was sorely afflicted with tunnel vision—a jejune and immature outlook—seeing only what I wanted to see because I thought the Klan could provide an outlet for my talents and ambitions."&lt;sup id="_ref-6" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Byrd#_note-6" title=""&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Byrd also said, in 2005, "I know now I was wrong. Intolerance had no place in America. I apologized a thousand times ... and I don't mind apologizing over and over again. I can't erase what happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is true, it doesn't help that the KKK is on it's way back.  Reminds me of voldemort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And quit buying your pets at petstores, that is probrably the worst thing you can do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;sup id="_ref-3" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Byrd#_note-3" title=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-5506210194322248198?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/5506210194322248198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/5506210194322248198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-cant-help-but-agree-with-this-man.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-2493039806677814421</id><published>2007-08-01T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:55:15.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JQPS-9Rpars/RrFFGV2r_6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/iBwRiO1AS7k/s1600-h/bret_m1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JQPS-9Rpars/RrFFGV2r_6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/iBwRiO1AS7k/s320/bret_m1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093928628780793762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett Michales has nothing on Flava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flav may have a limited vocabulary but his words have so many different meanings.  It could be the way he mispronounces things or even the way that sometimes he g's it up so much that you wonder if it's a word in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JQPS-9Rpars/RrFGiV2r_7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/fQftjZVa-A0/s1600-h/flav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JQPS-9Rpars/RrFGiV2r_7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/fQftjZVa-A0/s400/flav.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093930209328758706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett Michales reminds me of the guy at the bar who is way too drunk and goes around asking people why the hot girl hates him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flave just reminds me of the guy that mysteriously showed up in our drunk picture waiting for the el while on a binge in chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides Brett Michales pouts his lips too much, he looks too much like my weird ex who just facebooked me so he can have 4 friends instead of 3 and did I mention he plucks his eyebrows and not just in the middle.  Mine are nicer though.  His are almost as good I have to admit that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Brett Michales I want you to pick the Texan who breaks up fights and has what looks like awesome implants.  I think you would be an awesome fucked up couple...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-2493039806677814421?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/2493039806677814421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/2493039806677814421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/08/brett-michales-has-nothing-on-flava.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JQPS-9Rpars/RrFFGV2r_6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/iBwRiO1AS7k/s72-c/bret_m1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-3005578428275641924</id><published>2007-07-29T13:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T13:34:36.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uK0fgeL_s1E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uK0fgeL_s1E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-3005578428275641924?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/3005578428275641924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/3005578428275641924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-982316075473814678</id><published>2007-07-03T20:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T20:20:17.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>16 Candles down the Drain</title><content type='html'>I am at my parents house for a couple of days.  I come home and my bro's take off.  Yeah the same ones who say that they miss me.  I guess climbing at Planet Rock is just so much more appealing than planning our dad's b-day.  Speaking of which I need to get cracken at that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news---  I start school in three weeks.  I can't freeking wait.  I just want to be done and on with my life so I can go back to school again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah whah wah wha wah wha wha wah wah wha whah waah wah wha wha hwa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-982316075473814678?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.spongetheband.com/' title='16 Candles down the Drain'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/982316075473814678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/982316075473814678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/07/16-candles-down-drain.html' title='16 Candles down the Drain'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-380565537953845628</id><published>2007-06-28T08:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T08:31:59.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have always like to play dodge ball.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe it’s because there is a sudden sting before you eliminate your opponents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe it’s because I all too often get hit in the face when I play sports and in this case I rarely receive black eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Right now I like it because the kids let me play with them now that camp is in session, it is my job to make sure that everyone is having fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If that means that I have to sacrifice and spend some of my valuable time chucking balls and little kids heads then it’s a risk I am willing to take.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday at such a game Rasheed Wallace decided to play with us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As this was Kids vs. Coaches (a game we often loose) he decided to play and rightfully so he was on the Kids team.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So right when we started to play I felt two balls go wizzing by and so I started watching the next two.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After that I scooped up a ball and quickly stepped up the throw it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortuantly I stepped into Rasheed’s cannon and took one to the face.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It completely stunned me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t think I have ever been hit that hard in my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t even see right away, it took me a few seconds to focus and when I did I saw a very large mouth who’s chin had dropped.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He worded to me “are you ok.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I turned to one of the coaches and asked “Is my face ok, is there any blood?” and thinking back about it he seemed to be in a bit of a shock.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Later I got teased a bunch for being a princess and being more worried about how I look than how much it hurt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And that is how I took one to the face from the NBA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-380565537953845628?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/380565537953845628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/380565537953845628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-have-always-like-to-play-dodge-ball.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-6801299909847276140</id><published>2007-06-14T03:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T03:44:48.765-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just had one of those nights when I got a glimpse of what I could be doing with my life instead of what I am doing.  I must work harder.  I am working to hard to do too little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends.  I spent most of the night reminising about first meetings that took place 7 years ago.  These are the people I miss, these are the people who have enriched me.  How could I have let them go so easily for something I knew I didn't really want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://hoytwalterhouse.com/"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-6801299909847276140?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/6801299909847276140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/6801299909847276140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-just-had-one-of-those-nights-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-4444754907626746417</id><published>2007-06-12T11:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T11:16:28.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here I am minding my own business, just got done barbequeing my skin and this guy follows me out of the salon and starts talking to me. Ok whatever, he was pretty charming I knew something was up, he follows me to my car (mistake #1, should have walked to another car, now he knows what my car looks like) He asked for a cigarette, and go figure I happened to have a pack for the first time in about 5 months (mistake #2, should have just given him the pack and left). Then he tried to get into my car. That’s when I checked the lock on my car and walked back into the salon. Turns out he was a magazine salesman, but he has tons of money and use to be a Male Escort. I am wondering if there is a bridge he could sell me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home I was listening to NPR as I usually do and I heard a story on Sudan and the CIA. What caught my attention most is the Bush quote saying “Sudan is a valuable ally to the war on terror” Funny I thought Genocide was an act of terror. Oh yeah that’s right, George Bush hates black people so I guess it doesn’t count. What is the death toll now? I believe it’s around 300,000 people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-4444754907626746417?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/4444754907626746417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/4444754907626746417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-here-i-am-minding-my-own-business.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-4294509790171360633</id><published>2007-06-07T20:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T20:15:11.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have lost it.  I must have misplaced it or something, I am sure I can get it back but I have misplaced so many things in the past that I wonder if it will ever be the same.  Usually when I find an object that had disappeared it returns to me nearly unrecognizable, tattered and torn like someone switched it with their own abused item.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost my creative soul.  When I started becoming a big girl and working better and better jobs with more and mote responsibility a very close friend warned me that I would lose my soul.   He also has spent most of his life with out accountability and has this simplicity about him that he can see things that are in front of me but so plain and can make odds and ends in to incredible things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is summer time, when I feel I come a live, at night I like to take walks and breathe in life, At this moment I feel I would rather go with-out sleep than to miss those beautiful moments.  After all I know my soul lies in those moment of life that exists where being human makes you feel closer to god.  I need to fee that rush of air again.  I need to feel it tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-4294509790171360633?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/4294509790171360633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/4294509790171360633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-have-lost-it.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-2098475693353857243</id><published>2007-05-21T10:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T10:34:41.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"A good holiday is one spent among people whose notions of time are vaguer than yours."</title><content type='html'>I am amazed on how quickly a week can go by.  It seems like it went in a blink.  I did move into a bigger office.  How ever it is bigger it does have more crap that isn’t mine.  I had finally gotten rid of all of the extra boxes and supplies that are never used or needed to be thrown away years ago from my old office.  I left it nicely swept and supplied only to begin again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t that what we do though.  We are constantly beginning again, just to begin again and again and agan.  I know I just have a hard time staying put.  I need change in my life, I need adventure.  Speaking of adventure.  I did ask someone for coffee this week.  It took some ovaries for me to do it and they accepted and sounded enthused.  We are supposed to go for coffee this week.  We will see how that goes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-2098475693353857243?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/2098475693353857243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/2098475693353857243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-holiday-is-one-spent-among-people.html' title='&quot;A good holiday is one spent among people whose notions of time are vaguer than yours.&quot;'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-4002248151317929340</id><published>2007-05-15T17:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T17:17:39.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah it's sooooo emooooooo</title><content type='html'>I read Matt Good’s article on his trip to Rome and found it unfortunately familiar.  Most times people write articles for themselves.  They either feel like they are doing something positive about an issue or they are dealing with an explosion of emotion or whatever.  It’s still usually about one’s self.  Likewise when reading articles I can’t help but think of how this affects me.  How does my experiences relate to this one.  In this way I am completely selfish.  Well in most ways I am completely selfish.  Not in a I will always get my way type of thing but the way that The world revolves around me.  That at anytime God is speaking only to me and only has my best interest at heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way this little article reminded me of a time which ultimately ended a very poor relationship.  One of those that nobody understood least of all me.  There was so much lies and deceit that everyone assumed I just knew.  I just knew because I am so smart and I can read people so well.  Well our little trip to England led to me understanding how selfish other people were too.  How sleeping in until 2 pm and a complete lack of respect surrounded me.  By the time we were to leave I had been crying for far too long even if I was doing my best to hold it in.  Even holding it in led to ridicule and “What’s wrong with you”  Next time I will be a bit smarter.  I will chose my traveling partners better even if I am only traveling to tomorrow because that’s what’s most important anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I am going to ask someone for coffee tomorrow.  It will be a new adventure for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-4002248151317929340?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/4002248151317929340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/4002248151317929340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/05/yeah-its-sooooo-emooooooo.html' title='Yeah it&apos;s sooooo emooooooo'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-6207983383110004493</id><published>2007-05-11T14:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T14:55:34.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started my midnight walks.  It’s something I loved to do after work when I was in my parents house.  I would get home from the shelter, grab a dog and stroll down to the waterside where I would take off my flip flops to feel the sand dig in-between my toes.  The dog would be soaked at this point as they always go strait for the water and fuck the people who are afraid of dogs but not going to the river at 2am when they should be kind of afraid.  Me, that’s when I felt human.  That’s where I grew up watching Canadians drive along the highways with little lights that moved quickly in the distance.  Although notably it’s a bit of “The Grass is Greener” complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No when I walk to the water I only feel mud and gravel beneath my feet and my warm sand has been replaced with break wall rocks.  There is no Canada in sight.  I am going to have to find some beach near me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-6207983383110004493?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/6207983383110004493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/6207983383110004493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-started-my-midnight-walks.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-7201885683402079536</id><published>2007-05-08T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T13:21:47.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would like to nominate Burger King for a "Way to Go" on their mastery of the English language. They are getting more and more ghetto and less and less fabulous. They have a mascot who has more bling than P-diddy and is just as creepy as the Donnie Darko bunny. Plus this weird guy likes to hang out at the beach and stare at ladies with out saying anything. That sort of thing really creeps me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was leaving Burger King today after lunch there was a sign on the door that said "bu-bye." Ummmm ok that's so circa mid 90's David spade. Underneath that was the question "You going?" How is that even a sentence???? I didn’t even bother to read the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to my car and couldn’t help being reminded how often I don’t understand people because they don’t speak the brand of English I speak. I really should be more open minded. There was a group of girls from Columbia and Mexico in the other day and I spoke with one of their teachers who said that they were in a submersion program. So of course I would repeat all the words they said wrong back to them. I probably should have just let them go on with it. However they decided to flip back and forth between Spanish and English whenever they were gossiping. I didn’t feel that bad then because I knew what they were saying and it wasn’t very nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-7201885683402079536?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/7201885683402079536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/7201885683402079536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-would-like-to-nominate-burger-king.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-5449650840638731681</id><published>2007-05-07T12:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T12:22:38.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just breathe</title><content type='html'>There are three people in this world where even the sound of their breath brings life into my heart.  Too many times my heart beats on with the rhythm of the city phased not by those around me but those three certain people bring color and texture into my world.  I called one of those people this weekend.  “It’s you” is all that I needed to hear to bring warmth into my body and dance into my soul.  “Crazy Weekend” I am reminded of nights on the beach and fires that singe the needles of the hovering pine trees.  “his dad isn’t doing too good”  The others around us seem to impact our world but they just float in and out like Autum leaves fluttering down to earth just to lay upon our feet.  I love my friends, I love all of my friends but there are a certain few that touch me in a way that helps me breath again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I painted this weekend and It sucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-5449650840638731681?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/5449650840638731681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/5449650840638731681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-breathe.html' title='Just breathe'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-3346715449730818850</id><published>2007-05-01T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T12:16:39.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Same ol same ol</title><content type='html'>It’s ironic, Love Crusade is playing on the radio.  Na na na na…  At the same time I am reading an article on Cnn, yet another story of militants, death and the American way.  We brought peace to the Middle East in the form of a lynch mob, not in the form of democracy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather and I argue all the time over the concept of Hate Crimes.  Even before terrorist attacks touched home his stance was that you can’t change the way people think, mind control should not be an avenue the government is allowed to venture down.  My argument was that acting out on such hate should be illegal.  What you say or do at home is your own business but there needs to be rules for people you meet and interact with in public.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I read and think about this 6 year long post 9/11 argument the more tired I am and the less I learn and the less I believe in our government.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Easter my dad and his friend started arguing with me over my beliefs once again tring to change my way of thinking because it wasn’t what they thought.  Eventually when my dad’s friend said that I was Anti-American because I have a mistrust of our government I got up and left the table.  I always felt that I was a better American because I question the powers that be.  Checks and Balances…  I wish I could send some people back to high school Civics class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-3346715449730818850?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cnn.com/' title='Same ol same ol'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/3346715449730818850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/3346715449730818850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/05/same-ol-same-ol.html' title='Same ol same ol'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-23903152062820315</id><published>2007-04-30T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T10:35:51.749-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muscles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pirate'/><title type='text'>Damn It feels good to be a Pirate</title><content type='html'>Damn it feels good to be a pirate.  I haven’t been able to mark my thoughts on this blog for two reasons 1.  I don’t have internet access at my condo and 2.  the door to my office backs up to one of the owner’s offices and he is here almost as much as I am.  That and I am just now getting comfortable with their system that I don’t feel bad about it anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said Civarro’s is blocked because of Alcohol/Tabacco reason from our server.  They are cracking down on this tabbaca stuff.  I didn’t even try Raymi’s oh wait it is blocking me because it’s rated as a porn website.  YYYEEEAAAAHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I pirating because I am blogging at work…. Ohhhhh so bad!!!  Or is it because I got into a huge car accident and now am driving an SUV which I love.  I am going to have to go camping now just so I can rectify having it.  Lets just say I have way too much pirate stuff already and I want more!!!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In old recent news I started playing soccer.  They tend to have me mark the player who was a starter on the U of M soccer team a few years ago.  That I will never understand.  We have lost every game but one.  That one we tied!!!!   Woo hoo for not loosing.  It’s funny on my quest to drop back down to a size 8 I have gained 15 pounds however I didn’t go up in size at all.  I was kinda dating this personal trainer for a while.  He still calls and we are still friendly and all of that but with all the protein shakes and the living in sweat pants except for the nights when we go out and he is all macked up in the A/E like a real douche then starts to make out with a cougar and denies it.  Oh what was I talking about.  Oh that I don’t like living in sweat pants.  Funny that working at an athletic facility I am the one of the best dressed person here.  It’s my preference to Kaki’s opposed to wind pants.  Did I mention how much I love my job?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-23903152062820315?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/23903152062820315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/23903152062820315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/04/damn-it-feels-good-to-be-pirate.html' title='Damn It feels good to be a Pirate'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-8630649458126745393</id><published>2007-04-14T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T19:12:06.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been pathetically aweful at posting.  But then again this is the first time in ohhhhh 10 years that I have lived in a place where I don't have internet access.  That and I am NOT about to visit this site at work.  I like having a job thank you very much.  This thing has become much like that "old" firend who I have nothing in common with anymore.  It used to be something I craved but we have just grown apart something that only panera bread can restore I guess with more visits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-8630649458126745393?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/8630649458126745393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/8630649458126745393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-have-been-pathetically-aweful-at.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-6196609207200849469</id><published>2007-03-16T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T19:54:45.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No Grimmy I am not gone.  I moved twice, became another year older, LOVE my job and no I am not quite gone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in a new city is always ummm lets just say troublesome.  Finding internet, my computer is now blocked at a few local hotels advertising free wi/fi.  Some how it doesn’t seem so free.  I still haven’t found the “cool” bar.  I haven’t made any new friends.  I went out with a few co-workers but since I am their boss it’s kind of difficult.  I also have refrained from accessing my favorite bull shit sites at work.  I am trying to separate life from work as much as possible since I have made my office my second home fully equipped with picture frames, boxes of microwave pop corn, vitamins and a heater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually should quit paying rent, only rent storage space and move into my office.  I don’t think the owner would even notice.  I am there before he gets there and I leave after him anyways.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has suffered is my writing and my painting.  I haven’t even picked up my sketch pad in three months and here I am wanting to be a graphic designer when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I at least still get the weird glances from the wanna be exciting little kids at panera bread.  Who comes to Panera Bread for a good time.  We used to go to a place called Paddy Flarities.  It was open mike night, illicit drug addict night and, wanna be cool night all at once.  Me I didn’t participate in any of those, I just went for the scene.  I guess I went to wanna be cool night when I started this god damn blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across from me at this of so many Paneara Breads is a group of elderly no longer hipsters perched at the edge of their seats leaning in to each word the long haired Corona wearing gospel philosopher is saying.  It reminds me of the “Philosophy Club” I went to a few years back.  We were much less greyer and some what prettier, but just as pathetic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here we go once again Daddy Cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-6196609207200849469?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/6196609207200849469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/6196609207200849469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-grimmy-i-am-not-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-7058626618857164336</id><published>2007-03-12T19:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T19:16:12.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess my posting is affected not only by internet access, but by how pissed off I am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to get pissed off again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-7058626618857164336?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/7058626618857164336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/7058626618857164336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-guess-my-posting-is-affected-not-only.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-1518675390632072751</id><published>2007-01-31T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T20:15:15.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sitting here in a posh coffee shop with not so posh tennis shoes and not so posh flece with a very posh long johns on how is that possible and the world around me is talking about commerce.  The market is Up today, the need for malpractice insurance, and I am like all WTF'ing over the fact that they firewalled raymi's and myspace.  It's like going for the nose candy and finding out that it's only powdered sugar.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this overwhelming sense that I am not as important and my needs aren't as important as the stock broker and ad guru next to me.  Maybe its that on my day off I only checked my production numbers once and my work email twice.  Oh to have wendsdays off is like not really being part of the corporate world.  It's priceless.  The day I become ruthless is the day I sell my soul to the devil...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-1518675390632072751?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/1518675390632072751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/1518675390632072751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/01/sitting-here-in-posh-coffee-shop-with.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-2141210497568534052</id><published>2007-01-24T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T15:54:05.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something a Friend of mine posted.</title><content type='html'>Captain Kangaroo passed away on January 23, 2004 as age 76 , which is odd, because he always looked to be 76. (DOB: 6/27/27.) His death reminded me of the following story. &lt;br /&gt;Some people have been a bit offended that the actor, Lee Marvin, is buried in a grave alongside 3 and 4 star generals at Arlington National Cemetery. His marker gives his name, rank (PVT) and service (USMC). Nothing else. Here's a guy who was only a famous movie star who served his time, why the heck does he rate burial with these guys? Well, following is the amazing answer: &lt;br /&gt;I always liked Lee Marvin, but didn't know the extent of his Corps experiences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a time when many Hollywood stars served their country in the armed forces often in rear echelon posts where they were carefully protected, only to be trotted out to perform for the cameras in war bond promotions, &lt;br /&gt;Lee Marvin was a genuine hero. He won the Navy Cross at Iwo Jima. There is only one higher Naval award... the Medal Of Honor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that is a surprising comment on the true character of the man, he credits his sergeant with an even greater show of bravery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dialog from "The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson": His guest was Lee Marvin. Johnny said, "Lee, I'll bet a lot of people are unaware that you were a Marine in the initial landing at Iwo Jima ...and that during the course of that action you earned the Navy Cross and were severely wounded." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, yeah... I got shot square in the bottom and they gave me the Cross for securing a hot spot about halfway up Suribachi. Bad thing about getting shot up on a mountain is guys getting' shot hauling you down. But,Johnny, at Iwo I served under the bravest man I ever knew... We both got the cross the same day, but what he did for his Cross made mine look cheap in comparison. That dumb guy actually stood up on Red beach and directed his troops to move forward and get the hell off the beach Bullets flying by, with mortar rounds landing everywhere and he stood there as the main target of gunfire so that he could get his men to safety. He did this on more than one occasion because his men's safety was more important than his own life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Sergeant and I have been lifelong friends. When they brought me off Suribachi we passed the Sergeant and he lit a smoke and passed it to me, lying on my belly on the litter and said, where'd they get you Lee?' Well Bob... if you make it home be fore me, tell Mom to sell the outhouse!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny, I'm not lying, Sergeant Keeshan was the bravest man I ever knew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sergeant's name is Bob Keeshan. You and the world know him as Captain Kangaroo." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, there was this wimpy little man (who just passed away) on PBS, gentle and quiet. Mr. Rogers is another of those you would least suspect of being anything but what he now portrays to our youth. But Mr. Rogers was a U.S. Navy Seal, combat-proven in Vietnam with over twenty-five confirmed kills to his name. He wore a long-sleeved sweater on TV, to cover the many tattoos on his forearm and biceps. He was a master in small arms and hand-to-hand combat, able to disarm or kill in a heartbeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the war Mr. Rogers became an ordained Presbyterian minister and therefore a pacifist. Vowing to never harm another human and also dedicating the rest of his life to trying to help lead children on the right path in life He hid away the tattoos and his past life and won our hearts with his quiet wit and charm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America's real heroes don't flaunt what they did; they quietly go about their day-to-day lives, doing what they do best. They earned our respect and the freedoms that we all enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around and see if you can find one of those heroes in your midst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, they are the ones you'd least suspect, but would most like to have on your side if anything ever happened. &lt;br /&gt;Take the time to thank anyone that has fought for our freedom. With encouragement they could be the next Captain Kangaroo or Mr. Rogers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-2141210497568534052?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/2141210497568534052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/2141210497568534052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/01/something-friend-of-mine-posted.html' title='Something a Friend of mine posted.'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-6187599111922050809</id><published>2007-01-20T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T15:55:54.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I move into a condo tomorrow.  Move day number 4 for me... with in the past year.  I hate moving, I hate when my boss doesn't pay me and owes me hundreds of dollers.  I hate how bad i am with my finances.  I hate how my aunts and uncles gave my parents tools for putting together grandkid toys.  I hate how everyone that that was so funny.  I hate how so few of my family members see me as productive since I havent produced an offspring.  I hate how much it has cost me financially to follow my consious and try to do the right thing.  I hate how when/if i fall into a unfortunate circumstance that it costs me more than it would for almost anyone else.  I hope I continue to feel welcome in this new position.  I hope that I won't lay down at night with a guilty consious because what I do doesn't directly affect society in a positive way.  I hope that when the dust settles I feel a sense of accomplishment.  I hope that I will continue to grow creatively.  I wish I will find it in my time to take as much care for myself physically as I need.  I wish I loose a couple of pounds this year.  I wish my dad follows my lead.  I wish my dad follows the doctors orders and works to be healthier.  I love that when asked what I weight even people in the medical feild they are shocked and always guess wrong.  i love my new job.  I love my family and would like to keep us together.  I love sushi.  I love my new condo.  I love the idea of having my stuff around me again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JQPS-9Rpars/RbKBvhKirgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hqcY__cnSJ8/s1600-h/12-26-06_1252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JQPS-9Rpars/RbKBvhKirgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hqcY__cnSJ8/s320/12-26-06_1252.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022219187827944962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-6187599111922050809?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/6187599111922050809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/6187599111922050809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-move-into-condo-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JQPS-9Rpars/RbKBvhKirgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hqcY__cnSJ8/s72-c/12-26-06_1252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-3788828602056109030</id><published>2007-01-16T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T19:50:23.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was our first day of the real classes I conducted.  I feared I would look incompetent but it went fine.  I got a new job hence why I am not commenting, blogging and barely even checking other blogs.  I also move on sunday, and sueing my old boss.  Well thinking about sueing my old boss and we will see by the end of the week if I actually do it.  Just thinking.  Either way I am fucking pissed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still LOVE LOVE LOVE MY NEW JOB.  I forgot how much fun it is working in recreation.  I think it's interesting how I am being paied more than a bunch of my college graduate friends and I beat out a ton of college graduates for the position.  I know I am almost done, almost done, almost done.  But I am still only almost done.  Today was one of the few days I was able to instruct.  Unfortuantly I am in such a supervisory position that I can't teach.  Today was so much fun, the parents were so much fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do miss is the gossip on Outlaw's page.  I just found out that Justin Timberlake and Cameron Diaz broke up.  I know it completely changes everything to the earths gravitational pull, some how I will survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-3788828602056109030?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/3788828602056109030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/3788828602056109030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-was-our-first-day-of-real-classes.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116853994366326828</id><published>2007-01-11T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T13:25:43.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So apparently if I quit writing on this thing the hits go up.  Let's see them plumet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh I am too buzy maybe I will destroy this thing tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116853994366326828?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116853994366326828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116853994366326828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-apparently-if-i-quit-writing-on.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116767646476556839</id><published>2007-01-01T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T13:50:35.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my hair is everywhere, I have a bit of the racoon eyes still going from the heavy make up the night befor and YET all the waitresses and waiters smile aprovingly.  I AM SWEET.  You know what is not sweet.  Remembering how late you made those phone calls.  It wouldn't have been so bad if everyone knew my new number but i am keeping my old one anyways, i just am lazy and still havent switched everything around yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to note for the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepord print panties are awesome.  this one girl at the bar last night had them on and I couldn't help but say wowzas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember even if you haven't spend a lot of money on alcohol that doesn't mean that you didn't have a lot to drink.  Especially when you are old and can take your alcohol so you don't realize how much you actually have had to drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Dad didn't have to hold my head out of the toilet this year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has sex on New Years sooo becareful about the drunk calls especially after you have sex.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Year remove parent's cellphone number from speed dial before you leave the house for the night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to wear sparkaly things on new years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever bring a date on New Years unless you have to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know I am sure I will have more later.  For some reason I think I had an innermonolouge malfunction last night.  That and I was pretending to be rev. johnson again.  I didn't say ANYTHING about the power of the holy spirit.  And now I am remembering what someone elese said about the holy spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY I NEED TO QUIT TRING TO REMEMBER THINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and alls yalls fools biiioootttchhhes  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got two supa pussies that are the bomb digaty.  White girl gangsta what what&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really just wanted an excuse to post my cut kitties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1474/999/1600/900610/IMG_3007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1474/999/320/437723/IMG_3007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1474/999/1600/731481/IMG_3001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1474/999/400/668359/IMG_3001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116767646476556839?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116767646476556839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116767646476556839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-my-hair-is-everywhere-i-have-bit-of.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116751481608307713</id><published>2006-12-30T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T16:40:16.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have never seen such a celebrated funerals.  Weather it's a ohh my friend and mentor died...  Look at me Look at me, or it's the Ding dong the lyncing's over.  I am probrably the only one angry that Sadam was executed.  Mostly because we basically unleashed a mob on the man.  How can a person be executed for war crimes during a war.  I know the crimes he was tried over happend roughly 20 plus years ago but how is that a proper trial in any way.  It isn't anything but a proper lynching.  Now that's spreading democracy.  Democracy seems to be a lot like brusslesprouts.  For some reason we think it's good for everyone and they are going to eat it and they are going to like it too damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was anyone else disturbed over the James Brown funeral.  I thought it was a Motown reunion until I actually read the captions.  That's what I get for watching and typing at the same time.  I guess I was most perturbed by the sparkaling gowns (not koser at a funeral) the flashing lights and the fact that the camera was on the pulpit at all times.  A Red Carpet funeral.  Now I don't have a personal relationship with the godfather of soul but (and this is just a personal viewpoint) I hardly believe that speaking or singing at a funeral should be a career move for anyone.  Too many diva's under one room makes me puke up my latte.  I think my favorite so far was that it looked like they were all tring to get camera space at the pulpit.  I was waiting for someone to wave in the back and mouth "Hi Mom!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116751481608307713?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116751481608307713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116751481608307713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-have-never-seen-such-celebrated.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116736420050788334</id><published>2006-12-28T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T22:50:00.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soooo yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bad blogger, blah blah blah, we have all heard this before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got a super secret new job where I am like in charge of highering and firing high school and college kids.  Weather these kids have money to get drunk on saturday nights is in my hands.  Ooooohhhh can you feel the power.  I don't know about how it feels but it sure smells funky.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speeking of funky in like to get my cafe mocha so I can use my nifty little lap top I heard this group of kids talking and it went a little something like this.  I am surprised I didn't pull all the hair out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retard with the Mohawk:  I leave for Iraq June 24th man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retard with the Glasses:  Dude are you going to Iraq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohawk:  Yeah well I have to go to basic training first I am going to be in Artilary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glasses:  Cool is that where you jump out of planes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohawk:  No it's where you are on the ground shooting people  Du du du du du du du du du du du du du (shooting noises)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glasses:  Sweet, aren't you scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohawk: Naw man I am going to get 14,000 for college man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glasses:  Ahhhh gurgle gurgle gurgle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohawk:  Hey you know that Professional Gamer deal that I got,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glasses:  Yeah dooode &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohawk:  Yeah I am not allowed to drop names or anything SONY but yeah I got their new game systems for free and all their games like gurgle gurgle gurgle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SOOOOO IMPRESSED.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am no longer going to be pooped on or peed on at least for a while.  That and I start tomorrow at 9am.  OHH OHH Also I get two days off IN A ROW!!! How sweet is that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116736420050788334?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116736420050788334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116736420050788334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/12/soooo-yeah-i-am-bad-blogger-blah-blah.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116635374613487299</id><published>2006-12-17T06:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T06:09:06.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two and a half drunk girls in chi town</title><content type='html'>It doesn't really work to a skip rope.  Yeah so we picked up the bachlor who complained when we made him buy a round because I bought the previous round and I am totally missing out on vinalla ice porn.  I hope you appreciate this.  So guess what bitches I am in tony pierce town.  Yeah that's chi town.  And doug is selling crack pipes to crack whores.  Crack whores in my neighborhood, in my neighborhood in my neighborhood are middle eastern.  Yeah boy.  Yeah flava was winking at me the whole train ride home.  I am the only clean one heare not clan my god.  Mr. Bogangles is a fucking basterd who gets spraied.  so tomoorow before we go home we are buying knockoffs.  I have a feeling sha hey na is going ot be driving tomorrown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116635374613487299?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116635374613487299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116635374613487299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/12/two-and-half-drunk-girls-in-chi-town.html' title='Two and a half drunk girls in chi town'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116607282950716840</id><published>2006-12-14T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T00:07:45.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lmao</title><content type='html'>I know I am doing two back to back... completely uncalled for except for that mikey whinned a little soooo to apeaze the natives... I spelled that wrong I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:18:17 PM iawcc/mikey: gwendalynn where's my picture? :-(&lt;br /&gt;11:18:47 PM gweenyb: My camera broke&lt;br /&gt;11:18:50 PM gweenyb: :(&lt;br /&gt;11:18:52 PM gweenyb: I dropped it&lt;br /&gt;11:18:55 PM iawcc/mikey: BULLSHIT&lt;br /&gt;11:18:59 PM gweenyb: my friend is coming tomorrow with hers &lt;br /&gt;11:19:02 PM iawcc/mikey: YOU'RE THE 3RD PERSON TO TRY TO USE THIS ONE O ME!&lt;br /&gt;11:19:04 PM iawcc/mikey: &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;11:19:24 PM gweenyb: honest to god I cracked the LCD and the flash is now not working so I cant use the menu to fix it&lt;br /&gt;11:19:43 PM iawcc/mikey: &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;11:19:54 PM gweenyb: you know what's bull shit is that that fucking LCD is the second one I busted and I can't find a camera nearly as good as the one I got&lt;br /&gt;11:20:07 PM gweenyb: mine haven't been around for a while&lt;br /&gt;11:20:16 PM iawcc/mikey: :-(&lt;br /&gt;11:21:21 PM iawcc/mikey: well i needs it!&lt;br /&gt;11:21:25 PM iawcc/mikey: only 3 out of 12 so far&lt;br /&gt;11:21:35 PM gweenyb: no I will do it&lt;br /&gt;11:21:39 PM iawcc/mikey: never knew you guys hated me so much:'(&lt;br /&gt;11:21:47 PM gweenyb: i just ran into this little detour&lt;br /&gt;11:21:52 PM iawcc/mikey: mhmm&lt;br /&gt;11:21:59 PM gweenyb: ok seriously&lt;br /&gt;11:22:06 PM gweenyb: do you want me to mail you my broken camera&lt;br /&gt;11:22:09 PM iawcc/mikey: lmao&lt;br /&gt;11:22:10 PM iawcc/mikey: NO&lt;br /&gt;11:22:16 PM iawcc/mikey: i want the friggin picture!&lt;br /&gt;11:22:38 PM gweenyb: how about this i will take a picture of my broken camera on my phone and text it to you&lt;br /&gt;11:22:39 PM gweenyb: will that work&lt;br /&gt;11:22:45 PM iawcc/mikey: no.&lt;br /&gt;11:22:50 PM gweenyb: faaaack&lt;br /&gt;11:22:52 PM iawcc/mikey: &lt;------ no cell phone anyways&lt;br /&gt;11:22:54 PM iawcc/mikey: :-P&lt;br /&gt;11:22:56 PM gweenyb: shit&lt;br /&gt;11:22:58 PM gweenyb: damn&lt;br /&gt;11:22:59 PM gweenyb: it&lt;br /&gt;11:23:06 PM iawcc/mikey: mhmmm&lt;br /&gt;11:23:33 PM iawcc/mikey: and so far shaz has the best picture&lt;br /&gt;11:23:39 PM gweenyb: sweet&lt;br /&gt;11:24:02 PM gweenyb: well what I found was a santa costume at work so I am going to incorporate the santa coat too some how&lt;br /&gt;11:24:08 PM iawcc/mikey: lmao&lt;br /&gt;11:24:15 PM iawcc/mikey: only if you were wearing nothing but....&lt;br /&gt;11:24:17 PM iawcc/mikey: O:-)&lt;br /&gt;11:24:55 PM gweenyb: i thought of then then I am like ehhhh this is going on the internet and who knows where the santa costume has been and who has sat on santa's lap I could get crabs&lt;br /&gt;11:25:06 PM iawcc/mikey: =_=&lt;br /&gt;11:25:25 PM iawcc/mikey: well it'd be an upgrade from the gonorrhea&lt;br /&gt;11:25:26 PM iawcc/mikey: :-P&lt;br /&gt;11:25:58 PM gweenyb: yeah it would be a challenge and a change from the antibiotics&lt;br /&gt;11:26:03 PM iawcc/mikey: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;11:26:09 PM iawcc/mikey: grosss&lt;br /&gt;11:26:12 PM iawcc/mikey: stop playin along!&lt;br /&gt;11:26:17 PM gweenyb: HA HA HA HA&lt;br /&gt;11:26:19 PM gweenyb: you don't like it&lt;br /&gt;11:26:23 PM iawcc/mikey: no&lt;br /&gt;11:26:33 PM iawcc/mikey: especially since i'm having flashbacks to human bio last spring.&lt;br /&gt;11:26:36 PM iawcc/mikey: :-$&lt;br /&gt;11:27:14 PM gweenyb: sweet&lt;br /&gt;11:27:22 PM iawcc/mikey: no&lt;br /&gt;11:27:26 PM iawcc/mikey: not at all&lt;br /&gt;11:27:34 PM iawcc/mikey: it's gross.&lt;br /&gt;11:28:12 PM gweenyb: well i mean that it's sweet that you are being grossed out&lt;br /&gt;11:28:19 PM iawcc/mikey: ...&lt;br /&gt;11:28:22 PM gweenyb: hey ya wanna gross me out back&lt;br /&gt;11:28:26 PM iawcc/mikey: ?&lt;br /&gt;11:28:39 PM gweenyb: poop out an octopus and make sure it's claws are out&lt;br /&gt;11:28:47 PM gweenyb: IT HAS TO BE A BIG ONE&lt;br /&gt;11:28:53 PM iawcc/mikey: =_=&lt;br /&gt;11:28:58 PM iawcc/mikey: disgusting&lt;br /&gt;11:29:02 PM iawcc/mikey: completely.&lt;br /&gt;11:29:33 PM iawcc/mikey: although kinda cool...&lt;br /&gt;11:29:35 PM iawcc/mikey: :-P&lt;br /&gt;11:29:39 PM gweenyb: see it would totally gross me out&lt;br /&gt;11:29:43 PM iawcc/mikey: ahhahaa&lt;br /&gt;11:29:45 PM gweenyb: i am kinda starting to shudder already&lt;br /&gt;11:29:51 PM iawcc/mikey: sweet&lt;br /&gt;11:30:00 PM gweenyb: it all stems from that deranged arm pit guy&lt;br /&gt;11:30:06 PM iawcc/mikey: lmao&lt;br /&gt;11:30:16 PM iawcc/mikey: you mean the one you skipped out on going to his wedding?&lt;br /&gt;11:30:19 PM iawcc/mikey: right.&lt;br /&gt;11:30:31 PM gweenyb: yeah I was umm moving into my apartment&lt;br /&gt;11:30:37 PM iawcc/mikey: pffft&lt;br /&gt;11:30:39 PM iawcc/mikey: excuses&lt;br /&gt;11:30:42 PM gweenyb: kinda the only time i could do it for like two weeks&lt;br /&gt;11:30:46 PM gweenyb: whatev&lt;br /&gt;11:30:47 PM iawcc/mikey: mhmmm&lt;br /&gt;11:30:48 PM iawcc/mikey: b/s&lt;br /&gt;11:30:53 PM iawcc/mikey: you missed the best blogger party of all&lt;br /&gt;11:31:04 PM gweenyb: i called and told him I was sorry and I also wished them good luck and congrats&lt;br /&gt;11:31:06 PM iawcc/mikey: free booze&lt;br /&gt;11:31:08 PM iawcc/mikey: :-P&lt;br /&gt;11:31:19 PM gweenyb: I am sorry I couldn't go and drink all their wine and apple martinis&lt;br /&gt;11:31:24 PM iawcc/mikey: ...&lt;br /&gt;11:31:36 PM gweenyb: mmm free booze tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;11:31:42 PM iawcc/mikey: nor whiskey. amaretto. beer.&lt;br /&gt;11:31:51 PM gweenyb: i am so getting drunk at my work party tomarrow&lt;br /&gt;11:31:59 PM iawcc/mikey: hah&lt;br /&gt;11:32:05 PM iawcc/mikey: dont end up in the sack with anyone&lt;br /&gt;11:32:06 PM iawcc/mikey: :-P&lt;br /&gt;11:32:13 PM gweenyb: yeah i called bingo tipsy one time&lt;br /&gt;11:32:17 PM iawcc/mikey: LMAO&lt;br /&gt;11:32:25 PM gweenyb: yeah that doesn't happen very often&lt;br /&gt;11:32:32 PM gweenyb: i tend to stay away from that&lt;br /&gt;11:32:37 PM iawcc/mikey: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;11:32:44 PM iawcc/mikey: good thing i don't work with ya&lt;br /&gt;11:32:46 PM iawcc/mikey: ;-):-P&lt;br /&gt;11:32:56 PM gweenyb: yeah good thing&lt;br /&gt;11:33:05 PM gweenyb: ok I have to finish straitening my apartment&lt;br /&gt;11:33:25 PM gweenyb: and since you whined a little about not posting our convos i am posting this biotch&lt;br /&gt;11:33:33 PM iawcc/mikey: :-$&lt;br /&gt;11:33:35 PM iawcc/mikey: which part?&lt;br /&gt;11:33:40 PM gweenyb: that and I havent posted in a while&lt;br /&gt;11:33:42 PM gweenyb: whole thing&lt;br /&gt;11:33:47 PM iawcc/mikey: whore&lt;br /&gt;11:33:49 PM iawcc/mikey: i hate you&lt;br /&gt;11:33:51 PM iawcc/mikey: lol&lt;br /&gt;11:33:54 PM gweenyb: you LOVE me&lt;br /&gt;11:33:56 PM gweenyb: get over it&lt;br /&gt;11:33:59 PM iawcc/mikey: i know&lt;br /&gt;11:34:00 PM iawcc/mikey: :-(&lt;br /&gt;11:34:06 PM gweenyb: see so going on the blog&lt;br /&gt;11:34:06 PM iawcc/mikey: don't make it hurt worse&lt;br /&gt;11:34:13 PM gweenyb: ha ha ha ha ha &lt;br /&gt;11:34:26 PM gweenyb: good night i will try to get that to you soon but I have a busy weekend planned&lt;br /&gt;11:34:41 PM gweenyb: it might end up being a drunk picture when it's all done&lt;br /&gt;11:34:55 PM iawcc/mikey: lmao&lt;br /&gt;11:34:57 PM iawcc/mikey: oh great&lt;br /&gt;11:35:01 PM iawcc/mikey: you'll look better&lt;br /&gt;11:35:09 PM iawcc/mikey: errrr wait, that's when i'm drunk.&lt;br /&gt;11:35:22 PM gweenyb: yeah beer goggles to translate into sobriety&lt;br /&gt;11:35:26 PM iawcc/mikey: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;11:35:31 PM iawcc/mikey: yea yea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116607282950716840?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116607282950716840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116607282950716840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/12/lmao.html' title='lmao'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116594591379999364</id><published>2006-12-12T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T12:51:53.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1474/999/1600/745796/2holocaustracistislamcartoo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1474/999/320/608995/2holocaustracistislamcartoo-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren’t blogging how we used to. I have done a very poor job tring to keep it up. VERY POOR. Check out my rants on pitt’s blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not today. Today all over the news is Iranian’s conference on specifically denying the Jewish holocaust. There is probably a better term for Jewish holocaust like “Not-White Holocaust” because that is what it was. This is what the Iranian Priminister had to say reported by CNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmadinejad "wanted to say that if others harmed the Jewish community and created problems for the Jewish community, they have to pay the price themselves. People like the Palestinian people or other nations should not pay the price (for it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for the conference is mostly to give support for abolishing the state of Israel. I am having a hard time with the above argument. To me it sounds like Prop 2 in Michigan or support for terminating Affirmative Action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no scholars involved in this conference, there are no victims involved, there is no truth involved. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1474/999/320/753473/16-mega.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116594591379999364?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116594591379999364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116594591379999364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-arent-blogging-how-we-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116589270989090833</id><published>2006-12-11T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:18:11.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Legit</title><content type='html'>Soooo since we are all being pissy about bloggy gossip’s most common topic relationship's, sex. and lies; I am going to start some of my own.  And I mean when I say we are All being pissy I mean it as a constant state of being.  Since at work I am the big lesbian and the two hickeys on my neck are from some chick.  (half lie)  and since this is my second Christmas alone and I am in a stable job and I am not planning on moving for a while and I have a normal…-ish life I think that I am going to start becoming open to the idea of dating again.  I really haven’t for a while.  I have gone on dates but doomed them from the beginning with my own attitude.  I am not saying I am going to go trolling or cougering for that matter but I am not going to avoid letting it happen.  But here is the catch… I have to like them back and there has to be this thing called chemistry.  No more of this oh he likes me ok I’ll try it bull shit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now at the end of this post everyone can come to the conclusion that I am an angry lesbian who is promiscuous and can’t stand to be alone who is incredibly lonely and needs a good fuck.  (total lie) let the rumors fly amoung all 5 of the people who still read this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116589270989090833?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116589270989090833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116589270989090833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/12/too-legit.html' title='Too Legit'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116568531983967123</id><published>2006-12-09T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T12:28:39.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Germans have that Bad Asss Rep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RO10s_HK6d0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RO10s_HK6d0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116568531983967123?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116568531983967123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116568531983967123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-germans-have-that-bad-asss-rep.html' title='Why Germans have that Bad Asss Rep.'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116565365342337270</id><published>2006-12-09T03:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T03:40:55.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3:02:21 AM gweenyb: so the big rumor this week is that you and chad are a ting&lt;br /&gt;3:02:23 AM gweenyb: thing&lt;br /&gt;3:02:33 AM smelly danielly: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;3:02:39 AM gweenyb: the only reason i am telling you is that i am making a big fat joke about it&lt;br /&gt;3:02:53 AM gweenyb: that really is a bad joke as jokes go&lt;br /&gt;3:03:02 AM smelly danielly: why is it such a bad joke?&lt;br /&gt;3:03:08 AM gweenyb: hummm chad talking about relationships&lt;br /&gt;3:03:13 AM gweenyb: no my joke is bad&lt;br /&gt;3:03:23 AM smelly danielly: o&lt;br /&gt;3:03:24 AM gweenyb: not THE (gossip) joke&lt;br /&gt;3:03:27 AM gweenyb: just mine&lt;br /&gt;3:03:40 AM smelly danielly: yup got it&lt;br /&gt;3:04:01 AM smelly danielly: ha thats funny&lt;br /&gt;3:04:06 AM smelly danielly: i just read his blog comments&lt;br /&gt;3:04:31 AM smelly danielly: very interesting how these internet folks read into things&lt;br /&gt;3:04:41 AM gweenyb: no shit &lt;br /&gt;3:04:46 AM gweenyb: i just made my comment&lt;br /&gt;3:05:21 AM gweenyb: so girl&lt;br /&gt;3:05:22 AM smelly danielly: HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;3:05:29 AM gweenyb: i  totally havent talked to you in forever&lt;br /&gt;3:05:29 AM smelly danielly: i read your comment&lt;br /&gt;3:05:31 AM gweenyb: i feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;3:05:41 AM gweenyb: i have negleted my blogging friend&lt;br /&gt;3:05:42 AM gweenyb: s&lt;br /&gt;3:05:49 AM smelly danielly: thats ok with school i have been talking to no one&lt;br /&gt;3:06:08 AM gweenyb: understandable&lt;br /&gt;3:06:10 AM gweenyb: guess what&lt;br /&gt;3:06:14 AM smelly danielly: what&lt;br /&gt;3:06:44 AM gweenyb: now that I have gone the safe route and decided I hate psych I am going for art and marketing&lt;br /&gt;3:06:47 AM gweenyb: WEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;3:06:58 AM smelly danielly: YAYAYAYA thats so good!&lt;br /&gt;3:07:01 AM smelly danielly: are you excited?!&lt;br /&gt;3:07:28 AM gweenyb: EXTREMELY&lt;br /&gt;3:07:35 AM gweenyb: i have always wanted to do it&lt;br /&gt;3:07:53 AM smelly danielly: thats so freakin awesome&lt;br /&gt;3:08:00 AM gweenyb: but my parents (who were paying for it at the time) thought it would be a good back up plan&lt;br /&gt;3:08:06 AM gweenyb: NOW TIME FOR THE BACK UP PLAN&lt;br /&gt;3:08:26 AM gweenyb: yeah I have so many designer friends it&lt;br /&gt;3:08:31 AM gweenyb: it's not funny&lt;br /&gt;3:09:59 AM gweenyb: it's hard because I keep getting encouraged and I am starting my first semester this winter&lt;br /&gt;3:10:04 AM gweenyb: I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;3:10:23 AM gweenyb: what's really bad is the... "you know there are design schools in chicago"&lt;br /&gt;3:10:36 AM gweenyb: i think i am going to apply to duke for my marketing degree&lt;br /&gt;3:11:18 AM smelly danielly: ohhhh nice!&lt;br /&gt;3:11:35 AM gweenyb: yeah I am getting way ahead of myself&lt;br /&gt;3:11:54 AM smelly danielly: but thats ok&lt;br /&gt;3:12:06 AM smelly danielly: its sooo good to be doing something you love and are passionate about&lt;br /&gt;3:13:42 AM gweenyb: finally&lt;br /&gt;3:14:00 AM gweenyb: i hate having to deal with other peoples problems... i have enough of my own already&lt;br /&gt;3:14:05 AM gweenyb: you know what gets me&lt;br /&gt;3:14:17 AM gweenyb: is that i have met almost every one else but you and grace&lt;br /&gt;3:14:37 AM smelly danielly: really!?&lt;br /&gt;3:14:44 AM gweenyb: yeah really&lt;br /&gt;3:14:55 AM gweenyb: well everyone comes to toronto it seems&lt;br /&gt;3:15:00 AM smelly danielly: yea thats true&lt;br /&gt;3:15:11 AM smelly danielly: and no one has ever met grace so that prob wont happen&lt;br /&gt;3:16:22 AM gweenyb: jodie has&lt;br /&gt;3:16:32 AM smelly danielly: o really?&lt;br /&gt;3:16:40 AM gweenyb: and i keep meaning to run into grace but i am never in the same city as she is&lt;br /&gt;3:16:55 AM gweenyb: yeah&lt;br /&gt;3:17:02 AM gweenyb: jodie vacationed with her&lt;br /&gt;3:17:13 AM gweenyb: i though chad and grace were close for some reason&lt;br /&gt;3:17:25 AM smelly danielly: they are on the internet ish&lt;br /&gt;3:17:27 AM smelly danielly: but not in person&lt;br /&gt;3:18:35 AM gweenyb: yeah well that's like saying they are virtually friends&lt;br /&gt;3:18:45 AM gweenyb: but aren't we all&lt;br /&gt;3:19:02 AM smelly danielly: basically yea&lt;br /&gt;3:19:15 AM gweenyb: ha ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;3:19:46 AM gweenyb: yeah the two times I hung out with the "group" i brought friends and yeah they (friends) didn't get it&lt;br /&gt;3:19:50 AM gweenyb: but they are starting too&lt;br /&gt;3:20:47 AM smelly danielly: yea friends dont get it boyfriends dont get it...unless you are already a part of it you just dont get it&lt;br /&gt;3:21:02 AM gweenyb: next time which was supposed to be the wedding but I couldn't go it was the day I moved into my apartment&lt;br /&gt;3:21:58 AM gweenyb: yeah I dated a guy who was a blogger but his blog group was so small he couldn't understand this whole toronto calgary vancover la thing&lt;br /&gt;3:22:12 AM gweenyb: that and he was a total MATTHEW GOOD freek&lt;br /&gt;3:22:23 AM smelly danielly: ah haha&lt;br /&gt;3:22:38 AM gweenyb: yeah kinda ruined it&lt;br /&gt;3:22:45 AM gweenyb: cuz really that's why we are all here&lt;br /&gt;3:22:48 AM gweenyb: REALLY&lt;br /&gt;3:22:58 AM smelly danielly: yea really&lt;br /&gt;3:23:00 AM smelly danielly: its true&lt;br /&gt;3:23:22 AM smelly danielly: unless you date someone from the crew of us its kinda hard to bring someone in and have them fully understand&lt;br /&gt;3:23:34 AM gweenyb: TOTALLY&lt;br /&gt;3:24:04 AM gweenyb: like i have been totally neglecting my blog and even my real friends have noticed but we are all kind of matthew good groupies in a way&lt;br /&gt;3:24:44 AM smelly danielly: definitly matthew good groupies&lt;br /&gt;3:24:52 AM smelly danielly: i bet thats why more then half if not all of us started&lt;br /&gt;3:25:22 AM gweenyb: absolutely&lt;br /&gt;3:25:33 AM gweenyb: chad grace pitt and i all started together&lt;br /&gt;3:25:52 AM gweenyb: it seemed like it was the four of us then it kinda grew&lt;br /&gt;3:26:09 AM gweenyb: in the beginning grace and I fought so much&lt;br /&gt;3:26:20 AM gweenyb: just because we didn't see eye to eye&lt;br /&gt;3:26:32 AM gweenyb: it's the whole point of blogging though&lt;br /&gt;3:26:52 AM gweenyb: understanding one another's view point&lt;br /&gt;3:27:04 AM smelly danielly: yea definitly&lt;br /&gt;3:27:45 AM smelly danielly: hey i gotta hit the sack cause i am dead tired&lt;br /&gt;3:27:53 AM smelly danielly: but keep me informed of these rumors!!!&lt;br /&gt;3:28:05 AM gweenyb: ok&lt;br /&gt;3:28:07 AM gweenyb: ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;3:28:16 AM gweenyb: hey tony seems pissed&lt;br /&gt;3:28:20 AM gweenyb: don't ya think&lt;br /&gt;3:28:23 AM smelly danielly: ??&lt;br /&gt;3:28:26 AM smelly danielly: on his blog?&lt;br /&gt;3:28:29 AM gweenyb: yeah&lt;br /&gt;3:28:34 AM smelly danielly: i havent read in a while&lt;br /&gt;3:28:46 AM gweenyb: he is using language he never uses&lt;br /&gt;3:28:54 AM gweenyb: i havent read a lot of people lately&lt;br /&gt;3:29:00 AM gweenyb: so you and i are in the same boat&lt;br /&gt;3:29:24 AM gweenyb: hey i am thinking i will publish this on a blog&lt;br /&gt;3:29:28 AM gweenyb: are you apposed&lt;br /&gt;3:29:31 AM smelly danielly: AHHAHA &lt;br /&gt;3:29:34 AM smelly danielly: our conversation&lt;br /&gt;3:29:37 AM gweenyb: yeah&lt;br /&gt;3:29:39 AM gweenyb: why not&lt;br /&gt;3:30:00 AM smelly danielly: yea fo shizz&lt;br /&gt;3:30:04 AM smelly danielly: be my guest!!&lt;br /&gt;3:30:06 AM gweenyb: ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;3:30:16 AM gweenyb: only if you are sure&lt;br /&gt;3:30:38 AM smelly danielly: yup&lt;br /&gt;3:30:44 AM gweenyb: mk&lt;br /&gt;3:30:46 AM smelly danielly: i havents said anything incriminating&lt;br /&gt;3:30:51 AM gweenyb: look for it in like 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;3:31:01 AM gweenyb: oh so you are leaving that up to me&lt;br /&gt;3:31:03 AM gweenyb: ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;3:31:09 AM smelly danielly: haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116565365342337270?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116565365342337270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116565365342337270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/12/30221-am-gweenyb-so-big-rumor-this.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116520411355359255</id><published>2006-12-03T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:48:33.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had this nightmare last night after an entire bottle of Gewurztraminer which I cannot pronounce, that I was pregnant after a one night stand.  That is enough to commit my life to chastity.  I have already had one scare that drove my mom up the wall.  We are close like that.  I just could never fathom telling my parents that opps I am pregnant and who's the daddy.  Oh I don't know.  I am breaking out in a sweat as it is.  I know I am always joking about how I am never going to get married and that the best part of kids is when you send them home, buttttttttt some how that is breaking down.  I get asked every day about my husband and my children.  That's what happens when you work at an old folks home and they ask the same damn questions every day.  I am starting to get used to the idea of tring to keep someone around for longer than that new relationship phase.   The only thing is now that everyone is tring to set me up with their grandsons and their neighbors and their friends from highschool.  I am just deciding that having somone around if I like them might not be a bad idea and now I have people planning my next 20 years with their 45 year old neighbor.  My parents aren't even that old.  Mom who is really helpful just reminded me to ask if they are married and how many kids they have.  Real funny.  I hope THAT never happens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1474/999/1600/886743/108089842-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1474/999/320/829949/108089842-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116520411355359255?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116520411355359255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116520411355359255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-had-this-nightmare-last-night-after.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116511116422732879</id><published>2006-12-02T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T20:59:24.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the topic of convo at work today was my ass.  Yes it gets squezed and gropped all day long and now the aids are telling me I have a black ass.  So what if I have a little junk in the trunk.  Yeah it wasn't the first time I have heard that but it still feels weird knowing that as I walk away that 5 women are staring at may ass.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok work friends are comming over have to clean the litter box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more updates on my ass in a few&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116511116422732879?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116511116422732879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116511116422732879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-topic-of-convo-at-work-today-was-my.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116485949931512807</id><published>2006-11-29T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T23:04:59.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ehhh cuz i got nothing better</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1474/999/1600/238737/81482978-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1474/999/400/782838/81482978-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116485949931512807?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116485949931512807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116485949931512807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/11/ehhh-cuz-i-got-nothing-better.html' title='ehhh cuz i got nothing better'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116468606451220035</id><published>2006-11-27T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T22:54:24.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three in a row, more than all month I know</title><content type='html'>The Batchlor.  I only started watching it because of Joe Millionare.  So here's the thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can they do this whole ohh you don't want me so lets hug and oh everythings alright lets hug again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO FUCKEN WAY.  I am more of the don't touch me don't look at me don't talk to me type.  The only ex of my that is not on speaking terms with me well when we went on our "Break"  he was like yeah lets go to the bar.  I am like fuck that, either way when we finally said enough is enough he was like don't be upset, don't ohh hug me.  YOU LOST THOSE FUCKING PRIVLEDGES.  and that whole don't tell me how I am supposed to feel thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is so rediculous.  This is why I vote for the most wreched people on reality series, especially on Flava of love.  Anyone who looks for love on TV should deserve a Lorina Bobbit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I look toward the silver Screne.  Oh Johnny if you only knew!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116468606451220035?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116468606451220035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116468606451220035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/11/three-in-row-more-than-all-month-i.html' title='Three in a row, more than all month I know'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116468427673383068</id><published>2006-11-27T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T22:24:37.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so not a cat person</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/IMG_2919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/320/IMG_2919.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kinda throws a wrench into my spinstery plans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116468427673383068?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116468427673383068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116468427673383068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-so-not-cat-person.html' title='I am so not a cat person'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116467988450999006</id><published>2006-11-27T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T21:11:24.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found out last night as I was finishing my blog catch ups that an acquaintance of mine passed away a few weeks ago.  She is my Craigaries old roommate who moved back here and lived only a few miles away from me.  She is such an infectious person.  The most beautiful woman I have ever met.  Just before she passed I had my spaced her and we decided we need to start hanging out and teasing Craig that he is in grad school and we have some money.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked to her my space yesterday and saw a ton of "I don't know you that well" and "We only hung out a few times” like they are leaving a message on a yearbook.  It's disappointing that they have to belittle the impact that this woman has on people.  When you first meet her you can't help but feeling her kindness.  I don't know maybe it's the aroma of the organic peanut butter or the insatiable knowledge of the OC that makes you think that this woman is something very special.  I hardly think RIP is appropriate, or "Well you seemed real cool" when people are grieving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/747141975_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/400/747141975_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's not for me to judge.  All I know is that this woman is special, not because she passed, and not because everyone is feeling sad now, but this woman IS truely special, beautiful, kind, gifted and this world is now far worse off with out her.  She would have changed the way we interacted with the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116467988450999006?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116467988450999006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116467988450999006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-found-out-last-night-as-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116460562330583818</id><published>2006-11-27T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T00:33:43.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1474/999/1600/512721/IMG_2994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1474/999/320/841309/IMG_2994.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1474/999/1600/591218/IMG_2991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1474/999/320/525951/IMG_2991.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1474/999/1600/715979/IMG_2978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1474/999/320/935833/IMG_2978.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1474/999/1600/234753/IMG_2904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1474/999/320/488890/IMG_2904.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1474/999/1600/269374/IMG_2889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1474/999/320/324398/IMG_2889.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like my skin when the christmas tree is on.  It's not so umm what's that word.  Yes reflective.  This is the sixth christmas tree I put up since friday.  The cat who is currently helping me type thinks that the tree is her own personal jungle gym.  I swear if she breaks anything else in this house she is going to end up a mouser.  How can a cat break two wine glasses.  I have no idea I was at work and came home to a kitchen floor full of glass.  I was so pissed I didn't even clean it up until today when i cleaned the whole house from top to bottom.  She really didn't want me cleaning it right then.  Although she is starting to learn the word "No".  But she is also learning to check to see if I am in the room or paying attention before she tries to drink the fish water.  i guess it's that whole flavored water thing.  I am not worried about fishy fish because he keeps biting her toes.  I still don't want her in there just in case.  I had that fish for over two years now.  It's a record in my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116460562330583818?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116460562330583818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116460562330583818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-think-i-like-my-skin-when-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116446362160179950</id><published>2006-11-25T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T09:07:01.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Favorite line of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You take advantage of her and you will go to that special place in hell where child molesters and people who talk in movie theaters go"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is making me watch the Firefly Series.  Then she has Battlestar Galatica next.  I don't mind too much.  Mostly because the lady I am subleasing from forgot that she was supposed to keep the cable.  Either way as long as I still get to watch The office, Desperate Housewives and Greys Anatomy I am fine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I am a movie theater talker.  In fact just last week I got yelled at for talking during the previews.  BAD first date place.  I hate when the movie doesn't even start and you are just getting settled and people already start yelling at you when you are whispering.  Seriously if you are whispering (and it was a whisper) shouldn't the Dolby be loud enough that other people should leave you the fuck alone.  And why not be allowed to talk during the movie.  What's wrong with saying "dud his nose looks like a penis"  at an Owen Wilson movie.  This time it was at that one magic movie where the the first thing you see is a thouand top hats and I ask.  "Are there going to be a lot of bunnies"  a reasonable question.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Movie Theater Nazis quit tring to hear what I am saying and watch the freeking movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116446362160179950?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116446362160179950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116446362160179950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/11/favorite-line-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116369876256270673</id><published>2006-11-16T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:39:22.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All right so this is like my gillionth time this week that I have tried to write a blog entry.  Needless to say work is f-n nutZ. with a capital Z, but not gay.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ummm yeah.  Now that I have two seconds to write my mind goes rheowaprfeowhnfjdkslajekidwa:::::;fjkdleio;::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bull shit.  Yeah you heard me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother myspaced me today.  He and my parents are really the only ones who miss me being around.  And my dog I guess, and maybe my g-ma.  I am going to see them this weekend and their girlfriends.  This is the only thing that stinks.  As much as I have learned to deal with the fact that yes my baby brothers have girlfriends.  I am having a REALLY hard time watching them make out with each other and be all over eachother.  IT IS GROSS.  Which also makes me think ohhh did I do that when I was their age.  Yeah probrably and I probrably grossed out a few family members too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just want them to be babies again who will curl up on the couch with me at watch the Emperors New Grove.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I watched bugs life alone in my apartment with the cats.  I am starting to reconsider this cat lady thing that I got going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116369876256270673?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116369876256270673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116369876256270673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-right-so-this-is-like-my-gillionth.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116303108724528270</id><published>2006-11-08T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T19:11:27.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/ash_likes.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/320/ash_likes.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rummy was just tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPPSSSSSHHHHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116303108724528270?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116303108724528270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116303108724528270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/11/rummy-was-just-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116276561132600257</id><published>2006-11-05T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:26:51.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to pick up Super Hot guys at the bar</title><content type='html'>1.  Call them a looser.  Yeah it works, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Be distracted by your big group of friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Interpretive dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Bet him that if he looses another game of pool that he has to buy you a drink (you would think it's a shoe-in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  When he comes over to talk to you suddenly notice that your friends are off dancing with out you and escape to go join them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  When he says he is going to your place that night dropp him off at the nearest seven eleven.  (naww I just took him to his friends place)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ummm I am supposed to have a date this afternoon from this guy I went to high school with and I am running defence by having some friends from work come and we are going to go see a really romantic movie... Borat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh pictures will appear soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/IMG_2826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/320/IMG_2826.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not a tumor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116276561132600257?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116276561132600257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116276561132600257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-to-pick-up-super-hot-guys-at-bar.html' title='How to pick up Super Hot guys at the bar'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116256991556683010</id><published>2006-11-03T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T11:05:15.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In with the Foo</title><content type='html'>So last night Craigary and Joshua came down and we went and saw the Foo Fighters and Bob Dylan.  The night didn't turn out how I had planned it to be.  It sparked some drinking when my ex boyfriend and the love of his life sat behind us.  OHHH YEAH it's getting good.  Talk about akward.  I love how before they started going out he was calling me all the time, and then some how was tring to make amends to something that I didn't think was broken anyways.  Anyways so all of that crap is going on and then Bam oh I found the woman of my dreams.  And I just looked and there is no post on this.  So this man disapeared the night I went to see him before I headed to central.  There he is to pop up right behind me out of nowhere.  The funny part was before he sat down we were tring to guess what kind of people were going to sit by us.  I didn't expect that.  Upon metabolizing all the beer I drank last night I have come to the conclusion that they were not happy at least not happy there.  I could see him every time I turned to talk to craigary.  They stormed out after Foo Fighters, which makes me believe that he has lost all of his good taste in music.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know him.  I don't know her.  I cant say what was going on only that it was fucking weird and fucking uncomfortable, and I am fucking pissed off that Justin wasn't there at least, and I am disapointed that I couldn't get debbie on the phone last night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEBBIE CALL MEEEEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116256991556683010?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116256991556683010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116256991556683010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-with-foo.html' title='In with the Foo'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116247933702958369</id><published>2006-11-02T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T09:55:37.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am indeed an ass</title><content type='html'>Yess I am an ass.  Why am I an ass??  Ok here it goes.  I quit blogging for a while and then I was like "Yess I am ready to go"  and then I put out a couple of crapy posts and stopped again.  BUT i have a good reason.  I just moved.  Talk about busy.  I know I know, I am going to get shit like "Try planning a wedding"  or "Try licking your own balls".  No thanks to either.  So here I am sitting in this Arabic Cafe down the street from may WICKED AWESOME appartment.  I just got off of the phone with the girl who is supposed to cover for me today at work.  Oh why am I not working did you ask.  Oh ok well I will tell you why.  I am going to FRICKEN BOB DYLAN tonight.   And I have a ton of people coming over and an apartment to clean and unpack.  Yes I do.  Lets not even get started on bob dylan though because I am flaming mad at a certain Torontoite who called me the night before the concert with an ohh I can't make it, but I called our friend and he is going to go.  Yay that's not the point.  Ass.   Oh you will call me after the show, let see if I answer your phone calls for the next month or so.  PISSED, but only in a passive agressive way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's funny I get sooo pissed off that I cant even talk and I start shaking and make these weir rooowwwaaarr sounds.  Yeah kinda sounds like a cheeta with a broken leg.  Seriously.  So I had this dream last night that I was that mad and that frustrated.  Wanna know why.  Yeah it's cuz I was packing and my mom mowed the lawn right next to my knife set and that just set me off.  Actually pretty typical.  More so because i am ok, then ok then ok and by the 500th time something pisses me off in a single day I turn into the hulk.  However, even in my dream I couldn't hit somone.  I have this kind of fear that I am going to get into trouble and have to defend myself.  Yeah I think my parinoid dad put that into my head.  but wont be able to hit anyone.  I just can't hit another person.  I get that pulling away feeling even when I am angerly chucking things across the room.    So what I am thinking (OH my god Ace of Base is playing in the coffee house and there's a guy smoking a ganga) anyways I think I am going to take Karate with in the next 20 years or so.... By the way check out my myspace it's got some bruce lee goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note, I felt better about our government whe the stat. analysit on NPR last night said that we are setting record percentages of young people (that's me :)) at the polls and they are seeing a change in the way of thinking and a greater participation in politics and world government.  That my generation sees things as the we generation and not the me generation.  For some reason I can't help but think blogging has something to do with it.  That for us we have some instant and tangible casual talk amoung countries via the blogosphere.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Saying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116247933702958369?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116247933702958369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116247933702958369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-indeed-ass.html' title='I am indeed an ass'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116191895118785025</id><published>2006-10-26T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:15:51.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wonderful day today.  I love it when my boss yells at me 10 minutes into work.  Either way the one lady that has been giving me trouble seems to have put away the horns and pitchfork at least for now.  That and the head of nursing told me I was in the right.  Funny how it seems that even if only one person tells me I am right then that is who I agree with.  Either way it doesn't matter because I am right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually was a good day at work, I didn't sit in pee or walk in poop and nobody bit me.  I carved pumpkins and watched Rocky Horror.  The new girl asked me again if I could date her son.  I gave in hopefully nothing comes of it.  It was all fantastic until I stepped into my car.  That's when the ass of my pants ripped.  Yup I have a badonk a donk.  It's how I bring all the boys to the yard.  Funny nearly all of my ex's have said that they are attracted to black women.  And by the way these pants had that rip when I got them.  The seam was just you know ripped, I could fix it.  Little did I know that I would be walking into a gas station with an ass like I just took a hard one from behind.  At least I had my long sweater and could pull my shirt down around my tukas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116191895118785025?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116191895118785025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116191895118785025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/10/wonderful-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116154645837904012</id><published>2006-10-22T15:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T15:47:38.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where in the hell have I been</title><content type='html'>Lets just say crazy runs in my family.  And I have been dealing with a lot of crazies lately.  I am tring to move into my sublease.  It was supposed to be for the first of this month and now they are saying the end of this week.  BS.  Enough of this dear diary shit but I am so focused on myself as usual I really havent been giving too much oomph to like oh the foley shit that's going on.  I love how this man first blamed alcohol then homosexuality then a preist for his own misconduct.  It just boils my mind.  Like ohh is not the party of family values fault.  Course not but they are acting as guilty as ever.  What can you expect from a holier than thou stance on everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said my form of entertainment lately is reading the men seeking women personals on craigslist.  The Women seeking Men is kind of depressing with all the suicide notes on there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opp theres that holier than thou stance againg.  It just doesn't ever go away with me.  I am permenantely stuck on that mode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my boss asked me to take the new girl out to lunch and she told me that the waiter was hiting on me then asked if I would like her to set me up with her son.  He's 21 goes to U of M and is in a fraternity.  I just about shit my pants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am way too old for this crap, and definately way too old to be living in my parents basement.  I would pull out but Justin and Craig are coming to visit me on the 2nd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116154645837904012?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116154645837904012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116154645837904012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/10/where-in-hell-have-i-been.html' title='Where in the hell have I been'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116067268208459902</id><published>2006-10-12T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T13:04:42.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Office is on today!!!  Highlight of my week.  Yesterday I got home from work two hours before bed time.  I don't know how much longer I can do this but it will have to be for at least two more weeks.  THEN APARTMENT TIME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hHHsBpryF30"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hHHsBpryF30" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116067268208459902?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116067268208459902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116067268208459902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/10/office-is-on-today-highlight-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116051118227095159</id><published>2006-10-10T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T16:23:15.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here's the thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to move into my apartment last week.  Nope that's not going to happen now.  But I still out of curiosity looked for a kitty.  Yess I was looking for the pussy.  I found these two suposidly bermese kittens you know the ones that look like halloween cats.  And I am thinking perfect.  Then the lady says two hundred I am like ok, but "didn't they used to give these things away to sience labratories in the kroger parking lot".  So then she is like but free kitty litter and free kitty carrier and free kitty food.  So I am like umm ok and since they have been dewormed and tested sure.  What the hey I don't want a scroungy looser cat.  So I email her for the first time asking her to tell me a little about them.  Blah blah blah, kitty kitty kitty, poor me poor me poor me.  A day goes buy and I get an email from this chick saying "WELL ARE YOU INTERESTED OR NOT"!  and I am thinking umm lets just hope she forgot that the caps are on.  Either way my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wako Jacko-dar&lt;/span&gt; (c) is going off.  Little know fact &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wako Jacko-dar&lt;/span&gt; (c) is also good for identifing scary cat ladies.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/116302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/400/116302.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I type back yeah I am interested when you do need the gone by.  She says "oh the end of the week".  And I say no can do.  Then she says oh wait not yet I guess and I say more do able.  Then she says COME SIGN PAPERS NOW.  Ok I am exadurating that time she wasn't so scarily fruity but the dar went off still.  So I say ok how much are they again 200 for both?  and she goes no 250 but in a way so I couldn't tell if she wanted 500 or 250 since there are two of them. so I am like umm but you said.  and she is like 250 you idiot.  So I am like oh so this loony is calling me an idiot.  By the way I am having to rephrase some things because her typing is like that of a 13 year old grrl and nothing that moronic will ever go on my blog, it is far below my level of moronicness.  So by the third email of me saying i want to see  them, she is finally like oh tomorrow.  Tomorrow at the pet store (ha ha ha ha ha)  comes and goes no directions no answer to when.  HERE COME THE EXCUSES  "I was in the ER until 3 am", ok fine.  The next day ok?  "Yeah".  Next day comes and goes "My aunt was in the ER"  Me:  "This isn't going to work out you should probrably find someone else."  Crazy Cat Lady:  "I am so sorry"  Me (Lie):  "It's not you the timing just doesn't seem to be right"  Crazy Cat Lady:  "Thanks for wasting my time"  Me because it was too good to pass up:  "No problem, next time don't be so shady and enough with the excuses, get your act together"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free or inexpensive Kitten wanted in the detroit area:  Crazy Ladies need not apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah don't date a crazy cat lady, they must be aweful to break up with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116051118227095159?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116051118227095159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116051118227095159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-heres-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-116016089682500752</id><published>2006-10-06T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T14:54:56.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moved back home to “Pack” while I wait until the apartment I am subletting opens up.  For some reason the end of the week changed to the 24th which is just so super!!!  It’s Friday night and I can’t wait to go home and sleep.  There is all this talk about sex lately for some reason and seriously I am not really comprehending it.  Being surrounded by other’s excrements is not my Idea of sexy.  Maybe I need a sexier job.  As erotic as a saggy butt and senior nudists are, I am just in no mood.  Oh by the way I had to convince Justins roommate again on how I have no intention of screwing Justin.  Why can’t men and women just be friends, is it that unheard of??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I am learning pirate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved back ship t' âœPackâ while I wait 'til th' apartment I be sublettin' opens up.  Fer some reason th' end o' th' week changed t' th' 24th which be jus' so super!!!  Itâ™s Friday night 'n I canâ™t wait t' go ship 'n sleep.  Thar be all this talk about sex lately fer some reason 'n seriously I be nah really comprehendin' it.  Bein' surrounded by otherâ™s excrements ain't me Idea o' sexy.  Maybe I needs a sexier job.  As erotic as a saggy booty 'n senior nudists are, I be jus' in no mood.  Oh by th' way I had t' convince Justins roommate again on how I 'ave no intention o' screwin' Justin.  Why canâ™t scallywags 'n strumpets jus' be mates, be it that unheard o'??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I be learnin' pirate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I just found a pirate translator widget on my laptop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-116016089682500752?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116016089682500752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/116016089682500752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/10/moved-back-home-to-pack-while-i-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115980315002629454</id><published>2006-10-02T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T11:32:30.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/IMG_2714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/400/IMG_2714.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/IMG_2721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/400/IMG_2721.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/IMG_2720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/400/IMG_2720.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/IMG_2716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/400/IMG_2716.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/IMG_2713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/400/IMG_2713.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115980315002629454?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115980315002629454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115980315002629454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115954001278250417</id><published>2006-09-29T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T10:26:52.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't even want to talk about the tigers game!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115954001278250417?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115954001278250417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115954001278250417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-even-want-to-talk-about-tigers.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115938668013019255</id><published>2006-09-27T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T15:51:20.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Do Didl do do do do de de de do do</title><content type='html'>I always seem to write the best on the road and then forget my subject at the next stoplight.  I write well when I am pissed.  Sometimes it’s best when I am not paying attention and writing in a freestyle like now.  Not saying that this is going to be worth reading at all.  I feel sometimes when I used try to be funny that I had to keep up the funnyness.  I know that I am not funny and those who think I am funny constitute a very small group of like minded individuals who basically point and laugh.  In the blogger world it’s sometimes like you are the ape at an interactive circus and the crowd yells “Dance Monkey Dance” and they don’t quite understand that you are not a monkey that you are an ape and there is a difference.  The difference doesn’t matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more blogger bashing.  No more bashing period at least for the moment.  This neat little community that I have been apart of for the past 2 years hasn’t been the prime substance of my social life and if it were I would be one sad individual.  However it has been an interesting little experiment.  Something that I never thought I would be into.  Yeah I had a live journal but it was just among friends.  I feel recharged a bit and ready to be a decent blogger.  I came on to the scene at roughly the same time as Pitt and Grace did.  Although the opinions and comments left here may seem insignificant, in other ways the seem to be the world.  Cue the organ music so I can begin my dance again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115938668013019255?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115938668013019255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115938668013019255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/09/do-do-didl-do-do-do-do-de-de-de-do-do.html' title='Do Do Didl do do do do de de de do do'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115929789008288130</id><published>2006-09-26T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T15:11:30.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/00000266.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/320/00000266.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So old people LOVE their Kenny Rodgers.  I think my grams not cancer grams squirts every time she hears him or sees Denzel.  My grandpa is extremely racist, has gotten better in recent years but has a fit because my grandmother is attracted to black men.  Don’t ask me now I know this because I have spent the past 14 years tring to forget these little things that she has inappropriately told me.  Where was I going with this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/003_BIGLEBOWRP%7EThe-Big-Lebowski-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/320/003_BIGLEBOWRP%7EThe-Big-Lebowski-Posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so KR sings that song on the Big Lebowski.  See what condition my condition is in.  Yeah that one.  So I see these ladies grooving just about ready to throw their depends at the old guy with a white beard that doesn’t even resemble KR and I I can think of is Jeff bridges floating in a sea of breasts and what’s her name I forgot and am lazy who was on boogie nights.  Then PSH being fantastically homosexual.  That’s when I fall back into reality where Julieanne More yep that’s here is not a vikingess and does not do weird nudist paintings.  Or maybe she does?  Who knows anything can happen!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115929789008288130?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115929789008288130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115929789008288130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-old-people-love-their-kenny-rodgers.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115921383724876088</id><published>2006-09-25T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T15:50:37.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There's about to be a WHAT???  Girl Fight</title><content type='html'>Yeah those broads fighting, ripping the hair out, begins to look like snow.  Dentures flying gums flapping skin all leathery and mostly gooey.  Beautiful.  No really other than the gums flapping part mostly it’s just verbal.  I seem to be breaking up a lot more fights here than at the homeless shelter.  No passive aggressiveness here.  It’s full on mean nastyness.  Stop looking at me, stop breathing on me.  FULL CARD “H”.  There is no such philosophy as pick your battles.  There was a full out war over bingo the other day.  At least once a day “R” leaves the room muttering under her breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There aughta be a movie about this stuff.  Priceless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115921383724876088?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115921383724876088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115921383724876088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/09/theres-about-to-be-what-girl-fight.html' title='There&apos;s about to be a WHAT???  Girl Fight'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115920288681035993</id><published>2006-09-25T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T12:48:06.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a great week so far.  I am doing it to myself but i always worry like that when i am told that my g-ma is sick again.  They used to not even tell me but then I got furious.  Their excuse... There's nothing you can do about it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to see Man of the Year tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to laugh and be pissed off.  Good movie for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIGERS ARE IN THE PLAYOFFS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to see them whomp on the Blue Jays.  My grandfather played for the bluejays a million years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes for free association&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115920288681035993?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115920288681035993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115920288681035993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/09/ugh-great-weekend-not-great-week-so.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115914668956772201</id><published>2006-09-24T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T22:34:54.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great weekend.  I got to meet &lt;a href="http://mikegrimshaw.blogspot.com/"&gt;Grimshaw&lt;/a&gt; for the first time but considering he was my insomnia buddy for like 3 months it felt more like a reunion.  &lt;a href="http://www.pjepitt.blogspot.com"&gt;Pitt&lt;/a&gt; proclaimed Ji-had or however you spell that.  &lt;a href="http://raymitheminx.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raymi&lt;/a&gt; was in a rap off with a wannabe bad ass chick, how bad ass can you be when your hair is in a pony tail...  I'm just say-n.  &lt;a href="http://www.tonypierce.com/blog/bloggy.htm"&gt;Tony&lt;/a&gt; was a racist, I didn't think it was possible for minorities.  The &lt;a href="http://outlawbitch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Outlaw&lt;/a&gt; brought a posse with her.  And &lt;a href="http://ciavarro.com/blog/"&gt;Chad&lt;/a&gt; well was a bit drunk.  Luckily enough he was sitting on the other side of Mike and I had a camera ready.  I don't think I took a picture that he wasn't making a goofy ass face in.   &lt;a href="http://philogynist.blogspot.com/"&gt;Px&lt;/a&gt; was as hospitible and polite as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up concocting some kind of chicken meal for a very frightened Justin.  He enjoyed meeting people but one on one is more his scene.  It's kind of weird I think this is the first time in a while that he wasn't naked and screaming in a complete nonsexual way or lighting things on fire.  I am so glad that he finally met you guys.  He being from parkdale was turned on to raymi but really who isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great weekend until I returned home to find that one of the most important people in my life is going into sugery on tuesday and with her there is a chance she won't make it.  I might drive home monday night to be with her.  If you pray please keep my grandmother in your thoughts and prayers.  It helps spirtually if anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;links coming soon I am being lazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115914668956772201?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115914668956772201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115914668956772201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/09/great-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115887330009650354</id><published>2006-09-21T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T17:15:00.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An interesting MYSPACE bulliten</title><content type='html'>MARK YOUR CALENDAR FOR NEXT SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may already know, it is a sin for a Muslim male to see any woman other than his wife naked, and that he must commit suicide if he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next Saturday at 4 pm. eastern time all American women are asked to walk out of their house completely naked to help weed out any neighborhood terrorists. Circling your block for one hour is recommended for this anti-terrorist effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All men are to position themselves in lawn chairs in front of their house to prove they are not Muslims, and to demonstrate they think it's okay to see nude women other than their wife and to show support for all American women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Islam also does not approve of alcohol, a cold 6-pack at your side is further proof of your anti-Muslim sentiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American government appreciates your efforts to root out terrorists and applauds your participation in this anti-terrorist activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless America .&lt;br /&gt;It is your patriotic duty to pass this on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115887330009650354?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115887330009650354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115887330009650354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/09/interesting-myspace-bulliten.html' title='An interesting MYSPACE bulliten'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115885591149055832</id><published>2006-09-21T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T12:25:11.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going to see US vs. John Lennon, Can’t wait!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news ,Hugo Chavez called Bush the Devil.  At least someone is telling it like it is.  I love that he commented about how Bush walks around like he owns the place.  That is such an American thing.  We have a tendency to lack a certain politeness that people with our earthly benefits should have.  For the most part we are all warm and we can eat food that doesn’t kill us (however choose to eat it anyways, why do they still make Twinkies?)  We don’t have to worry for the most part for being murdered for no other reason than the fact that we were born of certain ethnicity.  We have greater reasons to murder someone.  They have sweet Michael Jordan Sneakers and I don’t.  Bang Bang.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really urks me is that the guy to killed Proof in a Det. Night Club is probably only going to get weapons charges because proof killed his cousin a few nights earlier.   Granted the Det. Police is at fault because this known murder freely went to a night club and the DA is at fault for dropping charges because the first murder “Deserved it”.  Yes now we are getting into Capital Punishment.  Since when did two wrong ever make a right.  Since when have we ever been given the permission to take a life.  You pro-lifers out there judging innocence.  Death is death is Death.  People, my self included should be angery at the death that is on their hands.  It is our privilege living in the US or Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/armenian_genocide_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/400/armenian_genocide_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115885591149055832?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115885591149055832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115885591149055832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/09/going-to-see-us-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115868410855781779</id><published>2006-09-19T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T12:41:48.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/fedxpirate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/400/fedxpirate.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Talk like a Pirate Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the best day on earth next to March 11th or October 31st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna marry a pirate.  That or pillage a ship.  Does anyone remember how last year a cruise ship was attacked by pirates???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pillage something!   Ohh the candy stash!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115868410855781779?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115868410855781779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115868410855781779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/09/arrrrrr-national-talk-like-pirate-day.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115860998162257428</id><published>2006-09-18T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T16:06:21.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In ten minutes my day went from ugh to OH MY GOD This isn’t happening.  Being 30 minutes late wasn’t good, nor was it good that I woke up 10 minutes after I was supposed to leave for work.  About 10 minutes after getting to work I completely bit it in the Foyer right outside the office and by all the windows.  However I don’t think anyone saw.  I don’t mind if someone saw, I just look like a big jackass today.  At lunch I couldn’t find my keys and then around 2 the OM came to tell me that my car is running outside oh yeah and it was locked.  I seem to have forgotten to turn off the car in my rush to clock in.  So my car is below E and the Tow Truck is 30 minutes late.  While I was calling AAA one of the ladies there was being a cranky old bitty and pissing me off.  So what did I do.  I was short with the group for about 15 minutes, I spoke louder and I answered questions quickly and loudly.  The whole room caved in, everyone became combustible for that time being until I brought up the virtue of being patient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only this god damned Tow truck would get here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried posting a picture but it won't do it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115860998162257428?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115860998162257428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115860998162257428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-ten-minutes-my-day-went-from-ugh-to.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115828747171154735</id><published>2006-09-14T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T22:31:11.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am making myself a promise.  That promise is to try not to be a sucky blogger as some people say and “drop off the face of the earth” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment I  Thou shalt comment on others blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment II  Thou shalt not say stupid shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment III  Thou shalt blog every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment IV  Thou shalt publish funny pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment V  Thou shalt take pictures wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment VI  Thou shalt not forget photo usb cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment VII  Thou shalt purchase new usb cable when you can’t get your old one and not be a cheep ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment VIII Thou shalt not forget power chord at work and not finish all commandments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog,I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog, I will not neglect the blog,  I will not neglect the blog,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115828747171154735?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115828747171154735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115828747171154735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-making-myself-promise.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115828462180398870</id><published>2006-09-14T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T21:43:41.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S1qyAfxLkeg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S1qyAfxLkeg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115828462180398870?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115828462180398870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115828462180398870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115824352807615471</id><published>2006-09-14T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T10:18:48.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quicky while everyone is exercising with the PT.  She is the only one I have kinda made friends with here.  I am excited because we are supposed to go for drinks next week.  I haven't really had a night off since I got here.  Damn church in the morning.  I really need to find some night masses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been apartment hunting like crazy.  I have shifted my focus though from southfeild to closer to detroit where I go to school.  I think my mom will go nuts.  I still don't see why everyone is so afraid of Detroit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115824352807615471?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115824352807615471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115824352807615471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/09/quicky-while-everyone-is-exercising.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115799291446213868</id><published>2006-09-11T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T12:41:54.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/Paris_Hilton_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/320/Paris_Hilton_14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/320/50.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is more Bad Ass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton or Fitty Cent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARIS HILTON no Doubt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is this you say?  Fitty Cent got arrested for not paying car insurance, not registering his lambourgini and for not getting his drivers license renewed.  At least Paris was drunk driving and spent the night in the drunk tank.  Yeah yeah yeah 50 has been shot like 10,000 times and he grew up in the hood.  Paris Hilton lost her dog, she left her Tinkerbell at a relatives for weeks, imagine loosing one of your 5,000 fashionable furry accessories for a week.  Can you imagine the heart break.  It has only made her stronger.  You remember the number 1 cause of celebrity break-ups…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching vd from Paris Hilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone is too rich to get aids, or genital warts.  I GUESS WE WILL SEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE Paris can use her new Thug Appeal to sell more CD's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115799291446213868?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115799291446213868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115799291446213868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/09/who-is-more-bad-ass-paris-hilton-or.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115773344963622237</id><published>2006-09-08T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T12:37:29.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw Hollywoodland last night, and don’t waste your time.  It was just alright, maybe it was because I scarfed the chicken pesto or my sleepyness but it didn’t move me at all.   I am loving Detroit and that’s what counts.  I have been apartment searching and although I would love to grab one in midtown I think my family would freek.  They seem to be afraid of their own shadow and much more afraid of diversity.  My dad bought me pepper spray and would ask me daily if I had it with me when I started school at Wayne.  I lied a lot then.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided a while ago that I am not going to live my life with the fear that is held so tightly with many people.  What is a life like in a cardboard box.  I have a notion after living in small town MIDWEST.  No thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115773344963622237?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115773344963622237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115773344963622237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-saw-hollywoodland-last-night-and.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115747241770406833</id><published>2006-09-05T12:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T12:06:57.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One thing about living in my aunts house it makes me really think about my life and who I am.  I have to think all the time about who I am and what is acceptable to me, something that I don’t do enough.  I think often about my faith and why I believe what I believe and why I don’t what I don’t.  Mass on Sunday spoke about how just believing isn’t enough but it is a lifestyle.  As if you are perpetually on a strict soul diet.  I think I do well most of the time then as soon as I feel like I am doing ok I realize that there is another area of my life that needs incredible help.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next few years I am hoping to leave the service/helping field which is a huge part of my identity.  Will I lose my values if I my occupation is not to help others.  I am getting this itchy feeling at the base of my neck now that I am no longer working for a non-profit but a family owned company.  What will happen if I ever really work for a corporation, will I lose my values what will change about me, will I have the same kind of satisfaction?  Will I have the same kind of satisfaction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I have never had my ass grabbed as much I have now.  Those dirty old ladies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115747241770406833?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115747241770406833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115747241770406833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-thing-about-living-in-my-aunts.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115720300053476496</id><published>2006-09-02T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T09:20:44.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to write about how I missed out on some great food by drinking my slimfast and eventually eating some of a really bad phillycheese stake and missing out on great ethnic food.  I also wanted to write about how I got to see some really great artists and speak with a few of them.  I took business cards of those who I want to decorate my apartment with.  That is once I win the lottery, but really art is one thing that rarely depreciates if you take care of it.  Then I wanted to talk about hearing Blessed Union of Souls live and how I used to slow dance to their songs in High School.  Or how I have seen The Verve Pipe now 3 or 4 times and I was not as impressed this time.  Or how Marky Mark had Brian Vander Ark a Michigan native sing all his the vocals for him in Rockstar.  Or how much I love Brian Vander Ark and am kind of disappointed.  I could write about how I am excited to see Ziggy Marley on Monday, or how all the ladies at work don’t understand why I don’t want to get married.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In stead I will talk about how I got pulled over tonight for drunk driving.  Don’t worry I was not drunk infact I was well below the legal limit but I was nervous as all hell.  I took a breathalizer and all the time I kept thinking, I am going to get fired I am going to get fired I am going to get fired.  I had 4 drinks in a matter of 6 hours, 4 festival drinks where they measure the shots with eyedroppers and I hadn’t felt a buzz all night.  I was actually kinda pissed  because I drank early so it would go through my system and I never felt a thing.  Now I get pulled over because of a stupid one way sign that I didn’t see.  At least the officer was really nice about it and understood.  I was nervous as all hell though, this coming from the girl who DOES NOT get into trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115720300053476496?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115720300053476496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115720300053476496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-wanted-to-write-about-how-i-missed.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115707469687285674</id><published>2006-08-31T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T21:38:16.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had dinner with some girlfriends from high school.  The food was terrible, the conversation was matrimonial and it took us until after dinner to start talking about dildos.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my girls.  I have few friends around here, nothing like what it was like 5 years ago.  It’s hard making friends after kindergarden.  In kindergarden everyone played nice, nobody wanted to be mean to one another and coloring inside the lines was very important, unless it was a coloring book you didn’t like.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t feel lonely, I feel very busy infact it just there is an absence of friendly faces.  I live in an area now that is like 500,000 time larger than the small town I grew up in.  I like the faces they are full of opportunity.  I just hope it’s friendly opportunity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115707469687285674?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115707469687285674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115707469687285674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-had-dinner-with-some-girlfriends.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115699534630177926</id><published>2006-08-30T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:35:46.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New Template&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all you are getting from me tonight, besides I am watching one of the best movies ever made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup that's right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V for Vendetta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115699534630177926?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115699534630177926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115699534630177926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-template-thats-all-you-are-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115670734455257678</id><published>2006-08-27T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T15:35:44.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna puke I must sleep for at least 12 hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup that's about how it goes.  Nausia is awesome.  Day out on the boat.. um I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also blogsucking... It might have to do with the level brain activity around me lately or it may have to do with the fact that I am busy as hell and spend 2 hours of my precious time driving.  Yup I think that might be it.  I can't wait until I can move into my new place.  It's going to be awesome!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115670734455257678?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115670734455257678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115670734455257678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-wanna-puke-i-must-sleep-for-at-least.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115661222636025293</id><published>2006-08-26T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T13:10:26.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am tring to type really quick before I get mobed by bingo players. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food has been a huge issue this past week.  Midwesterners like their food.  They like their food so much that it doesn't matter what the food really tastes like as long as they have a lot of it.  This has been the biggest issue in my family for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to cook... I love to cook.  I have tried to cook for my parents but when I cook I don't like to cook hambergers or speghetti I like to try something new that tastes different.  I don't make huge portions either.  I don't like to eat until I explode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked for my aunt, uncle and cousin the other day and it was my style cooking.  They told my parents about it at my g-ma's b-day and they were like ewww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my brother proceeded to tell my aunt that I am a bad cook.  My aunt loved it and the chef wars have begun.  We will see what they have in store for me this week.  It's supposed to be very competitive.  My cousin is a prof. chef/accountant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115661222636025293?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115661222636025293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115661222636025293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-tring-to-type-really-quick-before.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115620518908016916</id><published>2006-08-21T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T20:06:29.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have 10 minutes before the Cafe closes and I spent most of my internet time talking on the phone with Mr. Brown so I wasn't paying attention to anything else.  This does mean that there will be more spelling and gramatical mistakes than normal.  Lets see, I have read blogs but I havent commented yet and I found that MSN and ICQ are both downloaded onto my computer, how peculiar is that.  So I don't feel so bad about cruising the internet.  I am kinda pissed that yet again I havent gotten anything done.  :(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo today we started talking about mens club again at work which is just kind of something special for the dementia guys and they all kinda decided that they want dancing girls at their first meeting back.  And they didn't like the idea of one of the other residents dancing they wanted professionals.  So if anyone is willing to dance for some bingo prizes the auditions are being held in room 320b at 8 o'clock and bringing a bottle of port might be wise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw little miss sunshine by the way, which would be a good renter especially if you feel that everyone around you is nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like one of my ladies said the other day, I may be crazy but I am not mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By far my favorite quotes of the past week are "B4 or after",  B7 I wanna go to heaven"  "B-9 will you be mine"  "I 30 You're so Dirty" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody else seems to think it's funny, but none of the old people have any patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I totally want a rascle to run around work with.  If just to torment the wheelchair bound in my quickness to manuver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115620518908016916?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115620518908016916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115620518908016916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-10-minutes-before-cafe-closes.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115585966038028408</id><published>2006-08-17T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T20:07:40.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So in the past week I applied for a job moved started a new job while tring to shuffle midnights and Days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived a month in 6 days so far.  I AM SOOOOO HAPPY AT MY NEW JOB.  Maybe tomorrow I will be able to hop on the internet for a little while.  The bad part is that I had to drive 20 minutes to find some wireless today because my aunt doesn't have the internet and my job keeps me SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSY  I cann't emphasize that enough but I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will not be updating as much and will try to write posts through out my time and just post them all at once or something...  I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see how it goes.  Hopefully I can move in a month or so.  I get to paint my walls I am thinking islad theme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Island.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115585966038028408?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115585966038028408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115585966038028408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-in-past-week-i-applied-for-job.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115564052638493331</id><published>2006-08-15T07:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T07:15:26.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fox News negotiating with Terrorists????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but isn't that only perpetuating terrorist acts????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bunch of big talkers when their own people aren't directly involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115564052638493331?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115564052638493331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115564052638493331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/08/fox-news-negotiating-with-terrorists.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115562118632227810</id><published>2006-08-15T01:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T01:53:06.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has become clear to my employers that I will be leaving and they aren't happy.  They are even starting to be mean.  Oh well.  I think they were just kissing my ass as of late so I wouldn't abandon them and I wasn't going to until now.  I still have some people here who have my back though.  Thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago i took my Grandma for Chinese and my fortune said that I will soon receive the gift of content, my grandmothers was "you are surrounded by those who idolize you".  Maybe it's just me and maybe I shouldn't but I had always seen signs as gifts of little arrows.  I also don't take all little notes as signs especially those that are found in astrology section of the newspaper or forced into a cookie.  This one I kept, this one kind of glowed when I took it out of the cookie and for some reason the cookie tasted better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I am not imagining anything or being more flighty than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break from this depression machine.  My mom told me yesterday in passing that she is very happy that I am not working with this population anymore and that my new job has less social work to it.  She told me she could tell I am becoming bitter and that I have lost that little hop to my step.  Yay no more filing 3200 Protective Services forms.  Yay no more parents telling me how they are going to beat their kids.  Yay no more bratty teenagers running away from home because Mom or Dad wouldn’t buy them the video game they wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is my last night here…  It’s a weird feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/bobross1111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/400/bobross1111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115562118632227810?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115562118632227810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115562118632227810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-has-become-clear-to-my-employers.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115549055646446813</id><published>2006-08-13T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T16:28:16.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I got a Real Job... You are reading the blog of a Professional Fun Have-r.  Or an Activities Director.  And Since I have this awesome job and everything whatever, I decide to be truely amazing and not go crazy so, I am also going to have to have a second job.  I start looking and whatev and this is what I see under the Non-profit Sector.  Ahhh LARPER's playing on Craigs List.  How do I heart thee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Do you have an earnest desire to save the world?&lt;br /&gt;Then that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have unique martial, psychic, magical or other abilities?&lt;br /&gt;That's even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not an RPG, a LARP, or any other form of roleplaying--it's the real thing. A chance to embrace your true self, and put that earnest desire to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nameless Few, a small group of aspiring superheroes and world-savers, is looking for those who want to prevent the apocalypse, discover more about the hidden aspects of our world, or simply learn more about themselves and their powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are loosely affiliated with the Justice Society of Justice in Indianapolis (go to http://www.myspace.com/deaconaeon for more information.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, myself, am Foxfire, an urban shaman seeking to raise awareness of the non-mundane, and to prevent a cataclysmic world event from occurring. Working with me are several others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we can't reach these goals alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn about your inherent ability to change the world with your Will?&lt;br /&gt;Connect with other levels of reality?&lt;br /&gt;Shift the course of events away from cataclysm and repression, and toward freedom of thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop me a line; we'll be holding interviews all summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no pay--only the greatest pay of all, the ability to make a real difference in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave mundanity behind, and embrace your inner superhero--help the Nameless Few save the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Foxfire  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/mm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/320/mm2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115549055646446813?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115549055646446813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115549055646446813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-i-got-real-job.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115527028573050266</id><published>2006-08-11T00:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T00:24:45.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I ate a cookie today and now I wanna puke.  How lame am I that I can stomach a 12 pack but not a m &amp; m cookie.  Or maybe that just means that I have an incredible talent.  Maybe they can make a documentary about me.  They should of done that a few years ago when I could drink a fifth of Teq a night and rarely ate real food.  I am so glad I am not an alco anymore.  Even I was able to find my limits, I still get that itch whenever I see a Jeep cuz I just wanna hump it.  I don’t even know how that started but I do know that I can’t even do a shot of teq anymore.  That makes me feel good because now days I can only do wine and special beer.  Yeah so sad for me and Patch Adams or John Adams WAIT Samuel Adams.  What I really can’t believe is that it’s Midnight and I am still hung over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was when I called Justin back and I was a bit loaded.  I received a few voice mails today and still haven’t talked to him.  I bet he is pissed.  I am so going to hear about it tomorrow I can te&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/yourgay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/400/yourgay.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ll.  Next time I visit good ole Toronto which I haven’t because I don ‘t have a real real job and Justin has been here way too much we are supposed to go kareokeeing.  I think I should get plastered and piss him off for taking me to a Kareokee bar.  I FUCKEN hate kareokee.  It’s the worst full contact sport ever invented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of worst things ever created MIND OF MENCIA is the most unfunny show ever.  I am all about the racist jokes, especially because they are usually told in the most unfunny manner but Carlos Mencia just tries to be loud and obnoxious.  It’s like he thinks I am retarted and has to speak louder so he can get his point across.  I always feel like it’s my 7th Grade history teacher lecturing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115527028573050266?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115527028573050266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115527028573050266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-ate-cookie-today-and-now-i-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115523083734988315</id><published>2006-08-10T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T13:31:32.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/3491354_RESIZED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/320/3491354_RESIZED.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya down with OPP, yeah YOU KNOW ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the phrase of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least after the rookie Ontario Providential Police pulled my cousins over for being on the jet skis close to Ontario Waters.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flippin OPP had no clue what to do with them… the water weenies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t stop the drink-a-thon or me telling racist jokes to my cousins asian and latino friend.  But it was all in good fun.  We decided there isn’t enough white people jokes.  I feel left out, although we could tell mic or pollock jokes, it’s just not the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115523083734988315?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115523083734988315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115523083734988315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/08/ya-down-with-opp-yeah-you-know-me-that.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115514248387913333</id><published>2006-08-09T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T12:54:43.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jet Ski-ing, Swimming and Freckling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time for blogging!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lata SUCKAS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115514248387913333?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115514248387913333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115514248387913333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/08/jet-ski-ing-swimming-and-freckling-no.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115500373799672351</id><published>2006-08-07T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:22:18.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok so I miss Craigary and my girls!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/n25703143_30030673_5827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/320/n25703143_30030673_5827.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I miss my girls, but I am making new friends too.  I am finally coming to terms that I may be in this town for a while.  It doesn't help that my mom who just a little while ago was asking when I was moving is now wanting me to stay.   Kind-of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/n21709324_30866342_7816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/320/n21709324_30866342_7816.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/n21709324_30865800_9319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/320/n21709324_30865800_9319.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/n21709324_30741060_2936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/320/n21709324_30741060_2936.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there should be a skin tone lighter than white...  Yep that's me see through.  Ghostly, Caperish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/n21709324_11247183_1747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/320/n21709324_11247183_1747.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween LA style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115500373799672351?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115500373799672351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115500373799672351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok-so-i-miss-craigary-and-my-girls.html' title='Ok so I miss Craigary and my girls!!!'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115492199358976396</id><published>2006-08-06T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T23:39:53.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Debbie is in town and I still haven't seen her.  I guess growing up is hard to do, maybe that's why I avoid it like the plague.  I still like to pretend to be an adult sometimes.  Really I am just a 5 year old that thinks she can kill cooties by drinking as much vodka as possible.  In the case of this weekend as much Resling as possible.  I really which I got the name of the wine it was supa-fab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a good session of cootie killing we went and saw homeboy &lt;a href="http://www.comedycentral.com/comedians/browse/h/jeff_heffron.jhtml"&gt;John Heffron &lt;/a&gt; He made me cry.  On wed. he will be on Last Comic Standing again check him out.  I used to get up every morning and listen to him and Danny Bonaduche.  It was good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I got free tickets to see Billy Ray Cyrus... Thanks Joe.  He won't go with me so if um anyone is in the area on the 20th....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115492199358976396?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115492199358976396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115492199358976396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/08/debbie-is-in-town-and-i-still-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115490948590728186</id><published>2006-08-06T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T20:11:25.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Craigary</title><content type='html'>1:51:25 AM Craigary: So, my brain is getting messed up&lt;br /&gt;1:51:38 AM gweenyb: what did you do&lt;br /&gt;1:51:45 AM Craigary: The last three movies Ive watched are as listed...&lt;br /&gt;1:52:05 AM gweenyb: mk&lt;br /&gt;1:52:16 AM Craigary: Martch of the Penguins....V for Vendetta.....About Last Night (a lame romantic comedy from the 80's)&lt;br /&gt;1:52:34 AM Craigary: i keep watching incredibly different movies&lt;br /&gt;1:52:46 AM gweenyb: ummm YEAH&lt;br /&gt;1:52:52 AM Craigary: I mean seriously, penguins to Vendetta??  who does that kinda thing?&lt;br /&gt;1:53:32 AM gweenyb: CRAIGARY&lt;br /&gt;1:54:06 AM gweenyb: somehow i am watching the members of nsync being umm funny&lt;br /&gt;1:54:10 AM gweenyb: like i am laughing&lt;br /&gt;1:54:19 AM gweenyb: and lance bass is kissing a girl&lt;br /&gt;1:54:22 AM Craigary: are you STONED!&lt;br /&gt;1:54:22 AM gweenyb: wow&lt;br /&gt;1:54:27 AM Craigary: LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;1:54:32 AM gweenyb: no&lt;br /&gt;1:54:34 AM gweenyb: i am at work&lt;br /&gt;1:54:34 AM Craigary: kissing a girl?  did he brace himself?&lt;br /&gt;1:54:57 AM gweenyb: it looked like it took him a while to gather the stomach&lt;br /&gt;1:55:02 AM gweenyb: nooo i am joking&lt;br /&gt;1:55:35 AM gweenyb: ohhh star track next next next generation&lt;br /&gt;1:55:43 AM Craigary: do you remember that old flash video "which bsb is gay"?&lt;br /&gt;1:55:55 AM gweenyb: nope&lt;br /&gt;1:55:59 AM Craigary: oh&lt;br /&gt;1:56:01 AM gweenyb: let me guess&lt;br /&gt;1:56:05 AM gweenyb: joey fatone&lt;br /&gt;1:56:11 AM gweenyb: FATone&lt;br /&gt;1:56:13 AM gweenyb: ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;1:56:15 AM gweenyb: i am so funny&lt;br /&gt;1:56:20 AM Craigary: it was to the theme "I want it that way" but it was "which backstreet boy is gay"&lt;br /&gt;1:56:31 AM gweenyb: the korean dudes&lt;br /&gt;1:57:30 AM gweenyb: so how are you&lt;br /&gt;1:57:52 AM Craigary: im doing alright....the apartment is a bit steamy but all's good&lt;br /&gt;1:58:10 AM gweenyb: steamy... see that's what happens when you have too much sex&lt;br /&gt;1:58:22 AM gweenyb: the juices add to the humidity&lt;br /&gt;1:58:29 AM Craigary: no sex going on here&lt;br /&gt;1:58:37 AM Craigary: stupid lack of sex  *grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;1:58:38 AM gweenyb: what what what&lt;br /&gt;1:58:46 AM gweenyb: OH DON'T EVEN START&lt;br /&gt;1:58:50 AM Craigary: the girl is near death&lt;br /&gt;1:58:58 AM gweenyb: ohhh wow&lt;br /&gt;1:59:08 AM Craigary: she has, what her doctor called "the worst case of swimmer's ear I've ever seen"&lt;br /&gt;1:59:15 AM gweenyb: what kinda herpies did you give the poor lass&lt;br /&gt;1:59:17 AM gweenyb: ahhh i see&lt;br /&gt;1:59:21 AM Craigary: she's running a fever and her ears have been swollen shut for a day&lt;br /&gt;1:59:24 AM gweenyb: yuck&lt;br /&gt;1:59:27 AM Craigary: like, she's about deaf&lt;br /&gt;1:59:28 AM gweenyb: herpies of the ear&lt;br /&gt;1:59:31 AM Craigary: LOL&lt;br /&gt;1:59:37 AM gweenyb: yuck&lt;br /&gt;1:59:39 AM Craigary: i fucked um good!&lt;br /&gt;1:59:45 AM gweenyb: ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;1:59:58 AM Craigary: but yeah, her mom is a nurse so she went home to have mommy take care of her&lt;br /&gt;2:00:09 AM gweenyb: shes deaf that just means she cant hear you calling her a bitch while you give it from beind&lt;br /&gt;2:00:14 AM gweenyb: yeah i know i am sorry&lt;br /&gt;2:00:23 AM gweenyb: but it seemed like it had to be said for some reason&lt;br /&gt;2:00:33 AM gweenyb: ahhh i see&lt;br /&gt;2:01:19 AM Craigary: lol, i leave the cpu for a second and i come back to 4 weird ass comments from you&lt;br /&gt;2:01:20 AM Craigary: lol&lt;br /&gt;2:01:34 AM gweenyb: yeah it's the midnights talking&lt;br /&gt;2:02:09 AM gweenyb: you asked if I am stoned and well it's pretty close&lt;br /&gt;2:02:16 AM Craigary: LOL&lt;br /&gt;2:02:22 AM Craigary: tired = stoned&lt;br /&gt;2:02:23 AM gweenyb: so this girl i used to know called and asked me for my pee&lt;br /&gt;2:02:28 AM gweenyb: something like that&lt;br /&gt;2:02:29 AM Craigary: holy shit!&lt;br /&gt;2:02:36 AM Craigary: haha, that's awesome&lt;br /&gt;2:02:57 AM gweenyb: after thinking about it I wanna get really drunk and give that to her&lt;br /&gt;2:03:31 AM Craigary: or just pee in a cup and poor alcohol directly into it&lt;br /&gt;2:03:41 AM gweenyb: ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;2:03:49 AM Craigary: "Um, your blood is sixty percent alcohol....you arent human"&lt;br /&gt;2:04:04 AM gweenyb: i was told to use the dogs urine but she won't get caught with that&lt;br /&gt;2:04:11 AM gweenyb: ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;2:04:48 AM Craigary: man, i swear if im ever the boss of somewhere and my employees smoke pot, i wont care&lt;br /&gt;2:04:51 AM Craigary: seriously&lt;br /&gt;2:05:36 AM Craigary: unless im managing a pizza place, in which case ill enforce a no-drug policy just to be non-conformist&lt;br /&gt;2:06:29 AM gweenyb: well and to avoid loss of revenue due to an attack of the muncies&lt;br /&gt;2:07:19 AM gweenyb: i wonder how often the narc division has to shoot or snort up on the job&lt;br /&gt;2:07:41 AM Craigary: prolly daily&lt;br /&gt;2:07:47 AM Craigary: they bust people to get a fix&lt;br /&gt;2:08:08 AM gweenyb: ha ha ha i bought super troopers the otherday&lt;br /&gt;2:08:22 AM gweenyb: broken lizard has a new movie coming out about beer&lt;br /&gt;2:08:22 AM Craigary: "Hey!  You!  Bear Fucker!!!"&lt;br /&gt;2:08:27 AM Craigary: beerfest&lt;br /&gt;2:08:33 AM gweenyb: yes&lt;br /&gt;2:08:57 AM gweenyb: i like the... who want's a mustache ride??&lt;br /&gt;2:08:57 AM Craigary: you know what movie im dying to see!!!!!!!!!!OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG&lt;br /&gt;2:09:06 AM gweenyb: let me guess&lt;br /&gt;2:09:10 AM gweenyb: miss sunshine&lt;br /&gt;2:09:12 AM Craigary: Two words....&lt;br /&gt;2:09:14 AM Craigary: Ricky&lt;br /&gt;2:09:15 AM Craigary: Bobby&lt;br /&gt;2:09:19 AM gweenyb: HA HA HA HA HA HA&lt;br /&gt;2:09:22 AM Craigary: awww hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Craigary canceled the transfer of IMG_2291.JPG (2:10:03 AM)&lt;br /&gt;2:10:10 AM gweenyb: BASTARD&lt;br /&gt;2:10:21 AM gweenyb: i was showing you pictures of me with ricky bobby&lt;br /&gt;2:10:23 AM Craigary: sorry, try again&lt;br /&gt;2:10:34 AM Craigary: i didnt know what it was...i thought it was a pop up&lt;br /&gt;2:10:47 AM gweenyb: nope&lt;br /&gt;2:10:55 AM gweenyb: my brother took it so it's a bad pick&lt;br /&gt;2:11:04 AM gweenyb: but I took this months ago&lt;br /&gt;2:11:09 AM gweenyb: i thought it was so awesome&lt;br /&gt;2:11:16 AM Craigary: dude, it ddint work&lt;br /&gt;2:11:19 AM gweenyb: and i had to stop everyone and be a jackass&lt;br /&gt;2:11:21 AM gweenyb: damn&lt;br /&gt;2:11:31 AM Craigary: im on my roommates cpu and i think he has anti-everything&lt;br /&gt;2:11:34 AM gweenyb: it's not awesome enough to send a third time&lt;br /&gt;2:11:40 AM gweenyb: ahhh i see&lt;br /&gt;2:11:49 AM gweenyb: you need to get a puter&lt;br /&gt;2:12:02 AM gweenyb: you a grad student and you don't have a laptop&lt;br /&gt;2:12:04 AM gweenyb: whats the deal&lt;br /&gt;2:12:06 AM Craigary: i have one...he's currently fixing the shit out of it&lt;br /&gt;2:12:13 AM Craigary: well, i have a desktop&lt;br /&gt;2:12:27 AM gweenyb: yeah that you got from sara number 1&lt;br /&gt;2:13:12 AM Craigary: no, i got a new one a while back but i never had internet to use it on&lt;br /&gt;2:13:29 AM gweenyb: ahhh&lt;br /&gt;2:13:31 AM Craigary: then last sememster it worked for a few weeks and crapped out and now he's working on it when he has time&lt;br /&gt;2:13:43 AM gweenyb: i see&lt;br /&gt;2:13:46 AM gweenyb: hey guess what&lt;br /&gt;2:13:51 AM gweenyb: you are going to be jealous&lt;br /&gt;2:13:55 AM gweenyb: really jealous&lt;br /&gt;2:14:02 AM gweenyb: like you will want me to take you with me&lt;br /&gt;2:14:03 AM Craigary: of????&lt;br /&gt;2:14:10 AM Craigary: take me, gwen&lt;br /&gt;2:14:27 AM gweenyb: i got tickets to see Billy Ray Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;2:14:32 AM gweenyb: they were a gift&lt;br /&gt;2:14:36 AM Craigary: OMFG!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2:14:41 AM Craigary: throw eggs&lt;br /&gt;2:14:56 AM gweenyb: well i want to wear my dads mullet wig&lt;br /&gt;2:16:08 AM Craigary: hide eggs in your mullet&lt;br /&gt;2:16:37 AM gweenyb: naww there has to be something better to throw than eggs&lt;br /&gt;2:16:44 AM gweenyb: like knives or something&lt;br /&gt;2:16:57 AM Craigary: LOL&lt;br /&gt;2:17:28 AM Craigary: "Billy Ray Cyrus killed by throwing knives"&lt;br /&gt;2:17:36 AM Craigary: id frame that headline&lt;br /&gt;2:18:18 AM gweenyb: that's still pretty lame&lt;br /&gt;2:18:34 AM gweenyb: i am thinking something more along the lines of rabid pussy cats&lt;br /&gt;2:18:52 AM Craigary: or hungry sharks!&lt;br /&gt;2:18:53 AM gweenyb: knives would do the trick but leave out that pinash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115490948590728186?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://cwilly.livejournal.com/' title='I miss Craigary'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115490948590728186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115490948590728186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-miss-craigary.html' title='I miss Craigary'/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115468421104929943</id><published>2006-08-04T05:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T05:43:48.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I had a bigger heart.  I wish I could stand more stress and tears so I could do more.  Sometimes I feel so overwhelmed that I wish I had chosen a different career path.  We often say that the area of Social Work is much like the Priesthood.  If you can imagine yourself doing anything else then do it because this field is just so hard.  Somedays I go home feeling like I saved the world other times, most times I feel like I am just a lifeguard bringing back three people at a time and they instead of putting their head back are dragging me down.  Often times like my bosses we aren’t much better off than our clients.  My supervisors are living in near poverty and have broken marriages because this is their lives.  Granted they have joined this crusade for sometimes what I feel to be the wrong reasons, but haven’t I.  Psychology was my first class in college, did I just like college better or do I really want to go into psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/wonderwoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/320/wonderwoman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just turned down a job working for a private swim club and have applied to 6 different non-profits in the metro area.  The difference is that these are corporate 503c’s and they all are for Volunteer Coordinators.  I have been searching these classifieds for months without seeing any ads for VC’s and I found many many this week.  Maybe I should hold on to the idea of saving the world just a little longer.  I spoke to the County Prosecutor at a retirement party this weekend and he asked what I did again.  This was not our first meeting.  He teased me for being a bit of an idealist I almost want to hold on to this just in spite.  Just like how I went into psychology when my parents wouldn’t let me study art.  Like I would be poor just in spite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115468421104929943?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115468421104929943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115468421104929943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/08/sometimes-i-wish-i-had-bigger-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115456056670828044</id><published>2006-08-02T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T19:16:06.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/pee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/320/pee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got the weirdest phone call today.  It’s not something that surprised me, or anything that I had to give some thought to.  But it is something that I had expected sooner in my life than at 24 years old.  A friend of mine from high school, well actually a woman that hangs out in my crowd because we have never really been that great of friends called me today and asked me for my pee.  That would have been the temptation right there to go and get stoned then give her the pee.  Or even gotten really drunk before giving her pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s just me but when you are asking for other people’s excrements you have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After discussing this with another friend I found out that I am not the only one she asked and this is not the first time she has asked this.  Call me a hater but it just feels so wrong in many different ways.  One of the things I do is work with kids who have substance abuse issues.  She works for the Local Community Mental Health.  At least I think she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean that I am self-righteous… probably.  I may seem a sour hater instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/IMG_2443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/320/IMG_2443.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115456056670828044?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115456056670828044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115456056670828044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-i-got-weirdest-phone-call-today.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115448805260550145</id><published>2006-08-01T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:07:32.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone in my neighborhood just got wireless... how awesome is that!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115448805260550145?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115448805260550145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115448805260550145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/08/someone-in-my-neighborhood-just-got.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115445603802474245</id><published>2006-08-01T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T14:13:58.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://opathena.blogspot.com/"&gt;Grace&lt;/a&gt; tagged me who was tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.tonypierce.com/blog/bloggy.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Tony&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things in my parents freezer which is my freezer too because I live in their basement:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bag-o-chicken&lt;br /&gt;2. Poppers&lt;br /&gt;3. Key-Lime Chicken Leggs&lt;br /&gt;4. Frozen Tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;5. Ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things in the closet:  Ohhh no closeset how about what used to be in my closet&lt;br /&gt;1. Baseball Mitt&lt;br /&gt;2. Paper Lanterns&lt;br /&gt;3. Hair Dye&lt;br /&gt;4. Box of files&lt;br /&gt;5. Box of cd's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things in the car:&lt;br /&gt;1. A bone pillow&lt;br /&gt;2. Perfume&lt;br /&gt;3. Tanning Lotion&lt;br /&gt;4. Purell&lt;br /&gt;5. A blue sun deflector thinggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things in my backpack: no backpack how about purse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ipod&lt;br /&gt;2. tampons&lt;br /&gt;3. lipstick&lt;br /&gt;4. hair thinggys&lt;br /&gt;5. passport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag &lt;a href="http://listentothecheese.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Patz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://listentothecheese.blogspot.com/"&gt;,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://mikegrimshaw.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Mike G&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://smellydanielly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Smelly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115445603802474245?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115445603802474245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115445603802474245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/08/grace-tagged-me-who-was-tagged-by-tony.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115445333338738994</id><published>2006-08-01T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T13:28:53.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It’s like a thousand degrees out approaching midnight what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the beach like every other hooligan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a nice glowing black from the lights of the city, like someone turned down the dimmer switch but just enough so that the floating cities just grazing us completely light up the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lake floor barely had any rocks on them but Justin searched for any that he could find so he could stuff them in his underwear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water was amazingly like bathwater except for the occasional warm spot which we blamed on josh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115445333338738994?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115445333338738994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115445333338738994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-like-thousand-degrees-out.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115422581916594070</id><published>2006-07-29T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T22:16:59.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/cavalier-king-charles%20spaniel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/320/cavalier-king-charles%20spaniel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My brother showed my dog today and it nearly killed me.  I hate being pit crew.  I also always hate my pit crews coaching when I am acting as handler so I unsuccessfully tried to keep my mouth shut.  Goal for this year is to find an apartment that will allow me to buy a King Charles so I can start showing again.  My dogs are all too old.  Being a veteran I got bombarded by the parents of kids I used to train who are now all grown up.  So and so isn’t being fair.  I don’t see why this is done that way.  Blah blah blah.  My answer to all of them was “Obviously competition isn’t nearly as stiff as it used to be”.  Somehow I got the job of Ring Steward and had the most pleasant of jobs coaching the first time judge through the ring, telling the bratty teenagers when they are not acting appropriate and having parents and leaders yelling at me.  It’s better than actually watching the show because then I start making rude comments hoping that leaders and parents will hear how disappointed I am in the performances of their youth.  When I showed the placing came down to halves and quarters of points and everyone knew how to walk.  In fact that was the first lesson we taught the new kids was how to walk again and my brother even got it wrong after months of practice.  But my old coach and I just harassed him for every little mistake good for him there weren’t many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is that my mom and I got along together perfectly today.  That hasn’t happened at all this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115422581916594070?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115422581916594070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115422581916594070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-brother-showed-my-dog-today-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115410711535607733</id><published>2006-07-28T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T13:18:35.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Miami Vice was better than I expected.  I didn’t see the series and have only seen Don Johnson being channeled by club goers.  It was very gruesome but in a completely awesome way like seeing someone’s hand being completely blown off of their body.  I was a little disappointed that I didn’t get to see Colin Ferrell ass but Jamie Fox definitely has a nice tuckas…  I would describe this movie as 80’s porn meets rescue 911.  The camera is jumpy and the music just makes you think of Jenna Jameson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the move my cousins friend Joe mentioned that Ferrell looks like Billy Ray Cyrus and it completely deleted any hotness point for Ferrell in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/billy_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/320/billy_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/855_916511177_colin_farrell_H151200_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/320/855_916511177_colin_farrell_H151200_L.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next week I am going to Second City to see a local Detroiter so stay tuned to see if I pee my pants.  I am also going to be starting my new Job which I have really failed to discuss much.  I notified my current employers on Yesterday and they don’t want to loose me, they are going to keep me on staff and try to fit me in a few times a month so if something happens I can still do interagency transfers.  My new job… get this because it’s awesome.  Is working at a developmental private Swimming School where I will be teaching babies how to swim.  How freeking awesome is that.  This also means that I will be moving to Royal Oak area soon too bad Chuck isn’t still around and I may be getting an apartment with another one of my friends I have had since Pre-school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM FUCKING PUMPED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115410711535607733?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115410711535607733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115410711535607733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/07/miami-vice-was-better-than-i-expected.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115392748380816996</id><published>2006-07-26T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:24:43.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally saw Pirates last night and walked away a little disappointed.  It was a great story and looked wonderful.  The one liners were a little hokey and the delivery was less than expected.  But since I was the last person on earth to see the movie you already knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am watching a preview of Miami Vice.  I am pretty sure it will suck, but I am hoping to see Colin Ferrel’s ass at some point and it will make the free tickets worth while.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched Good Night and Good luck last night, it was a night of awesome movies, and it pissed me off.  Whether it’s a good thing or not I have been trying to stay away from those things that make my eyes blood shot and my skin rash up.  I get so angry at the way things work around here that it completely ruins any hope of me being a happy person.  I am already souring and becoming bitter from work as it is.  I just don’t want to hear any more heart ache when I am not in direct contact with it.  If that makes me a bad person than so be it.  My mom is constantly saying that I have done enough that my conscious should be clear but that Catholic guilt still creeps in.  Or maybe it’s that White Middle Class Female guilt, or it could be the I voted but still couldn’t change the course of history guilt.  I wish I had a greater capacity in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe loosing it in a card game was not the greatest Idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115392748380816996?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115392748380816996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115392748380816996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-finally-saw-pirates-last-night-and.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15241532.post-115367132290763989</id><published>2006-07-23T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T12:15:22.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/IMG_2548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/400/IMG_2548.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the kids to Comerica Park, I still call it Tigers stadium.  Because my grandfather was an engineer at Fords he used to take me to games when I was a tyke.  I loved it, I know I was impatient and was more interested in the crowd than the game but, I still loved it.  These kids I took kept complaining that they were bored and had more fun playing with their cell phones than taking in the experience.  The one also tried to make fun of me because I like a lot of the buildings and houses in Detroit.  It is a beautiful city.  Give it another 10 years and everyone will move back into the city.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/IMG_2540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/400/IMG_2540.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the game you could definately tell we were in the "Donated" seats section.  One of the perks for working at the shelter.  There was a group from an adult foster home in front of us and they got up and moved around at least 100 times during the game.  In the games bigges play one of the held their pizza box sideways right in front of my face.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/IMG_2554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/400/IMG_2554.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will be giving work my two week notice on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/1600/IMG_2555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1474/999/400/IMG_2555.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;'cause some guy designed
these shoes i use to walk around
some big man's business turns a profit
every time i lay my money down
some guy designed the room i'm standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says i like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15241532-115367132290763989?l=awakenedophelia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115367132290763989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15241532/posts/default/115367132290763989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awakenedophelia.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-took-kids-to-comerica-park-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>gwen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09350432988864358561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
