<?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-2052399273523272219</id><updated>2012-01-20T09:45:58.947-05:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='TheFireFighter'/><category term='fotographie'/><category term='ponderings'/><category term='schoolio'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='future husband'/><category term='Life Artist'/><category term='TheStudent'/><category term='road tripping'/><category term='Survey Says'/><category term='toys and such'/><category term='ScruffyNerdy'/><category term='comrads'/><category term='Batman'/><category term='TheNemesis'/><category term='etsy'/><category term='IBYTTSIAY'/><category term='ranty rant'/><category term='BusDriver'/><category term='listing'/><category term='TheMetalHead'/><category term='face paint'/><category term='muzAk'/><category term='sophistiphunk'/><category term='late night rendezvous&apos;'/><category term='McDishes'/><category term='TheEx'/><category term='idiots'/><category term='nothingness'/><category term='work it out'/><category term='dating'/><category term='SneakerBoy'/><category term='worky work'/><category term='Life or Something Like It'/><category term='click click click'/><category term='TheBestFriend'/><category term='antics and tomfoolery'/><category term='MilkCookies'/><category term='fatty fat fat'/><title type='text'>[insert sarcastic remark here]</title><subtitle type='html'>incoherent ramblings of a 30 something who still looks like a young 20 something</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>316</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-8098470128734740851</id><published>2012-01-20T09:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T09:45:58.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>baby, baby, baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;It seems like it's coming from all directions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People on tv wanting to have a baby, commercials talking about wanting to have a baby. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enough!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know what it is, but my ovaries are all rowdy and want to produce a baby. But I'm not ready AND I'm lacking am important part of this equation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do feel like my time to have a baby is going to start to dwindle. But what exactly can I do about it. I don't really want to do this alone and I don't currently have any prospects. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simmer down in there ovaries. It'll happen eventually. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-8098470128734740851?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/8098470128734740851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=8098470128734740851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/8098470128734740851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/8098470128734740851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-baby-baby.html' title='baby, baby, baby'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-711709030659186711</id><published>2012-01-17T09:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T09:36:26.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haaaaave you met my friend Keiko?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was nice to finally have a three day weekend after the hustle and bustle of the holidays. It's actually slowed down quite a bit at work. A little to slow some days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday I spent the holiday cheer my dad sent me and got this new beauty. Meet Keiko. Now Stella won't be so lonely. It's a nice balance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told myself this would be the last thing I spend money on something that I WANTED. It's time to start taking care of my needs. And there are plenty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First off is a new computer tower. My baby is dying and she has served me well. I think I may stick with Dell. I'd love to get a Mac, but that's not in the budget this year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a tower I really need some new bras and a desk chair. NEED. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It'll be hard. I can give up chocolate or sex or soda, but its hard for me to give up shopping. Not that I shop a lot, but if I see something I like and it fits (which doesn't happen often) and it's a good deal, I can't resist. One of those things I really need to work on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe that'll be something I put on my list to try to accomplish. No want based shopping for a month. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-GE7jt-oPLH4/TxWHadPAM_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/nLs2Metiv2E/IMAG0127.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-711709030659186711?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/711709030659186711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=711709030659186711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/711709030659186711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/711709030659186711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2012/01/haaaaave-you-met-my-friend-keiko.html' title='Haaaaave you met my friend Keiko?'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-GE7jt-oPLH4/TxWHadPAM_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/nLs2Metiv2E/s72-c/IMAG0127.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-8329595234076318022</id><published>2012-01-02T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T20:17:04.725-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><title type='text'>let's talk about sex baby...</title><content type='html'>"...I'm realizing more and more that I'm less interested in sex for the sake of sex and more interested in the intimacy of having sex with someone that I have an emotional connection to." I can't remember which blog I read this on. But yeah, that's how I feel these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that counter there on the lower right. Proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm even fine being single. I'm not actively seeking a relationship, but I will say that running around Chicago in the rain, holding hands and stealing kisses. I'd like more of that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-8329595234076318022?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/8329595234076318022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=8329595234076318022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/8329595234076318022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/8329595234076318022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2012/01/lets-talk-about-sex-baby.html' title='let&apos;s talk about sex baby...'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-4058367546165702719</id><published>2011-12-31T18:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T20:17:59.594-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worky work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TheNemesis'/><title type='text'>this years best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This post really isn't gonna be a review about how good or bad the past year has been. If you really want to know, the last year was pretty damn awesome. It &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; gonna be an update post though. I put on my Winter Wishlist that I wanted to post more, so here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past month has been crazy busy at issa.ino and at work. I've gotten some nice checks from working more hours than usual. I hadn't seen anyone I knew in a casual setting for quite some time. It was starting to get to me. I'm glad things are starting to slow down a bit. Work has been good to me. I got to travel for the company in November and then this week I was given special privileges to help out during a busy times. I feel like my manager must think highly enough of me to grant me those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from my annual after Christmas to Chicago trip. Lizard was unable to make it this year, so it was just me and Greg.&amp;nbsp; I was also unable to spend more than a day there due to work and other life responsibilities. Oh well, Greg and I made it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we had a great time even though it was short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beat him to Union Station so he told me to meet him in the Great Hall, like Love Jones. You might think our hello after not seeing each other for an entire year would've been epic, but it wasn't. We just hugged hello and headed out on our adventure to find pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around in circles, in the rain for about and hour looking for a California Pizza Kitchen that showed up on his phone, but not mine. When we finally got to the right address...it wasn't there. As if it never existed. Weird. We then settled for a local pizza joint called Pizano's. It was very filling with larger than large portions. Good stuff. I would'be boxed up my leftovers, but we just started the day and I didn't really want to drag around a box of pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up we did the one touristy thing I wanted to do and took a picture of our reflections in the bean. As big and shiny as it is we didn't even see it at first and we were looking right at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we began mission: mittens. All I wanted for Festivus were red mittens and a good cheek kiss. We walked up and down State and Michigan and no mittens were to be found. We did find an awesome couch to rest our weary bodies though. Greg also learned how not very aggressive I am when it comes to walking the streets of downtown Chicago. Since mission: mittens was a bust we decided to go and have a cup of tea and a snack.&lt;br /&gt;Along the way and six hours into our day we finally found a not so public spot and kissed. I got real shy, real quick and couldn't help but laugh from being nervous. What if this ended up being awkward? We've been friends for 6 years. But it wasn't. It was fun and easy. We nuzzled and kissed and talked as people passed us by. At one point a family walked by and I saw the child on my left and then he disappeared...I'm about to lean in and kiss Greg and the child appears on my right. He's at my hip, touching my Spiderman bag. His parents called for him and all I could do is laugh. We nuzzled and kissed a little longer, but then I needed something to drink and a snack...it seemed best to start back towards Union Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding a place to have tea was impossible. Everything getting closer to the train station was closed. Even places in the train station were closed. It seemed to early for everything to be closed. We did find a Corner Bakery open and had a nice snack while we waited for it to be time for me to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the whole kiss good bye and waiting until almost the last minute for me to get on the bus. I really didn't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights on the bus were completely off and I thankfully had two seats to myself. I passed out quickly. &lt;br /&gt;While I was glad to be out of my wet shoes and socks I was a little sad I wasn't still in Chicago. I'd have liked to stay overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I was FINALLY able to get moving today I went and picked up the goods that didn't sell at the Handmade Promenade Holiday Pop Up Shop. I ended up bringing home more than I expected, but I think it was a good experience and a good way to get exposure. I have a lot of plans for issa.ino this year. &lt;br /&gt;And now here I am wrapping up a blog post that isn't really a year in review. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-IRovV9dnBcQ/Tv_H3wIub9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/yDHDfA4hZE0/IMAG0115%252520-%252520Anne%25252CDirt.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-4058367546165702719?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/4058367546165702719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=4058367546165702719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/4058367546165702719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/4058367546165702719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-years-best.html' title='this years best'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-IRovV9dnBcQ/Tv_H3wIub9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/yDHDfA4hZE0/s72-c/IMAG0115%252520-%252520Anne%25252CDirt.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-1330173790925708193</id><published>2011-12-25T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T18:07:56.135-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>winter wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;motivation and inspiration to create a more successful &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/issaino"&gt;issa.ino&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blog more (even if it's just a quick pic from my phone or a few words here and there)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fun trips to Chicago and Atlanta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trip to IKEA (new desk and chair?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reinstate Lunch Bunch with AB&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sell AT LEAST 50 Valentine's and Anti-Valentine's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new ink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10 lbs lost&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mark a few more items off &lt;a href="http://deathtothelistdos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Death to the List, Dos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hot cocoa dates/pizza dates/tea dates/movie dates/food dates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;holding hands and kissy face&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;enjoy the company of friends doing whatever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new computer tower with all the important things successfully transferred onto it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-1330173790925708193?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/1330173790925708193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=1330173790925708193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/1330173790925708193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/1330173790925708193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2011/12/winter-wishlist.html' title='winter wishlist'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-4618778800209357184</id><published>2011-11-01T10:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T10:20:36.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>almost there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pt-THjoR-SA/Tq__c4i1hiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jpMbG18vIyM/s1600/103111+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pt-THjoR-SA/Tq__c4i1hiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jpMbG18vIyM/s320/103111+001.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It just keeps getting longer and longer. I've decided that once it gets to the top of my bum I'll start keeping it trimmed. I don't think I can handle it any longer than that. I think I have about 4 or 5 more inches to go. That's probably about 4 or 5 months of hair growth for me. So not much longer at all. I also colored my hair again. Back to black. I think I need to start having someone help me with this process. It's becoming more difficult to get all that hair back there since it's so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-4618778800209357184?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/4618778800209357184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=4618778800209357184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/4618778800209357184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/4618778800209357184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2011/11/almost-there.html' title='almost there'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pt-THjoR-SA/Tq__c4i1hiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jpMbG18vIyM/s72-c/103111+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-3107191627293246087</id><published>2011-11-01T02:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T02:01:29.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ScruffyNerdy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worky work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life or Something Like It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='face paint'/><title type='text'>four times eight</title><content type='html'>I turned 32 this past Wednesday. It was a pretty decent birthday. I hung out with friends at Coaches the evening before&amp;nbsp; and then spent the day in Chicago. I would have liked to stay in Chicago longer, but it wasn't in the birthday budget. I will say that I actually spent my birthday money on myself and not on bills. I treated myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A handsome young stranger gave me his other slice of pizza while at Coaches because he order the last two. It was a nice gesture. Definitely added to the birthday experience. Mac n' cheese, pizza and beer and drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business is going well. My wares are now in 6 shops in 4 states. It's pretty exciting. The goods will also be in a local Holiday Pop Up Shop. Needless to say, I'm keeping busy. I just wish I had more money to put into my business. I have a lot of things I would like/need to pay for and as usual, I always need MORE yarn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ScruffyNerdy asked me a while back about collaborating on something with him. Wasn't sure how we'd be able to combine our two art mediums together, but he'll be embroidering patches with my logo on them for my pieces. I'm looking forward to what they'll look like. Glad that we've become better friends and that things aren't awkward after the admittance of the crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My make up application has improved. I've got a nice little minimalist look that's nice and quick. My face has sort of cleared up. Still can't figure out why I only get blemishes on one side of my face. It's kind of annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be heading to Cleveland at the end of the week for work. I'm told it's going to be crazy madness. I need to rest up while I can. I'm trying to clean up my apartment before I go so that it's nice when I get back. There's a lot to do. I want to move. I think I'm going to start packing things up so that I'm more motivated to move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I need to get serious about eating better and working out. I need to find some motivation and inspiration. No more excuses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-3107191627293246087?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/3107191627293246087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=3107191627293246087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3107191627293246087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3107191627293246087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2011/11/four-times-eight.html' title='four times eight'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-6306583537736968408</id><published>2011-10-09T07:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T07:53:32.313-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>Birthday Wishlist 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a hard time thinking of things I had to have for me birthday. Here's a list of things that'd make me happy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;hanging out with friends at Coaches or where ever, I just wanna hang out with friends &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;nice warm day spent exploring Chicago&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;yummy burger and garlic fries from Boogie Burger&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;some of Lesley's delicious mac n' cheese&lt;/strike&gt; (I got a WHOLE pan)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Johnny Cupcake x Hello Kitty Hoodie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Red Velvet Elvis cupcake from The Flying Cupcake&lt;/strike&gt; (I did get a Texas Red Velvet from Sugar Bliss)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;lots of two-armed hugs&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fun and wild photo shoot (I got some silly ideas)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cup of Mango Tango froyo from Huddles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my neighbors to be quiet for the entire week (this includes that damn barking dog)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new ink on my right forearm to complete my set that goes with what I've got on my left forearm :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Clearly food makes me happy as a lot of my list is food related. Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-6306583537736968408?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/6306583537736968408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=6306583537736968408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/6306583537736968408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/6306583537736968408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2011/10/birthday-wishlist-2011.html' title='Birthday Wishlist 2011'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-3449796099270823362</id><published>2011-09-24T00:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T14:49:45.077-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>fall wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;cozy, warm two-armed hugs&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;warm, delicious breakfasts at Cafe Patachou&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;a href="http://issaino.etsy.com/"&gt;issa.ino&lt;/a&gt; hats and cards carried and sold in more boutiques and shops across the US&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;more custom bear hat orders via email&lt;/strike&gt; and etsy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new larger apartment with hardwood floors and lower rent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;relaxing and fun birthday spent having a good time&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new computer desk and comfortable computer chair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bazbeaux Pizza with friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cuddling and kisses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tea dates/hot cocoa dates/ice cream dates/dinner date/lunch dates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;successful eBay auction/sales&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;trip to Chicago&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;romantic rendevous&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;time well spent with friends new and old&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;success for myself and those around me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;win a camera from &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;The Pioneer Woman&lt;/a&gt; blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;15 lbs lost&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;warm, bronzed, sun-kissed skin&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; (it's getting there)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;peace, quiet and fresh breathable air in my current place of residence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.omericaorganic.com/plug-HOUNDSTOOTH%20-%20WOBOX.php"&gt;houndstooth wood 0g plugs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;more money in my pocket and savings account from winning contests and giveaways, work and issa.ino products being sold&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;patience, kindness and love&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;motivation and inspiration&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;complete and cross off several items on my &lt;a href="http://deathtothelistdos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Death to the List, Dos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-3449796099270823362?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/3449796099270823362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=3449796099270823362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3449796099270823362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3449796099270823362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2011/09/fall-wishlist.html' title='fall wishlist'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-385320899712805261</id><published>2011-09-16T00:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T00:49:42.166-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotographie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McDishes'/><title type='text'>i be on something sometimes and other randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O4if2Pu-UiI/TnK99ZO6_-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/SpblAw9GCsU/s1600/091311+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O4if2Pu-UiI/TnK99ZO6_-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/SpblAw9GCsU/s400/091311+002.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think...I think there's something on my nose?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I be on something sometimes. The thought to take this photo just came to me and I said, yep...I'ma do it. And I did.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I lived in Hawaii, my friends and I used to climb up into mango trees, pick the unripe fruit and then go find a shady place to slice them suckers up and eat them sour or sometimes with a salty fish paste. Yum!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My birthday is next month and there really isn't anything that I want. *shrugs*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't mind being alone, but it gets lonely sometimes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I joined an online dating site. It's meh. I've become the type that doesn't pursue. I want to be pursued. I'm not sure that's going to happen. Men have gotten lazy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I shouldn't say that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hours have been getting cut at work. It's okay, but it's not okay. I have bills to pay and I'd like to go out of town for my birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankfully my work is being picked up by a few places. Closer to my dream.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I now own more make up and care more about my skin that I ever did. It's weird. Next I'll start getting all concerned about my hair. Who am I?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm still me...that's for sure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My skin has started to clear up and even out though. Looks nice. I love it. Who knew all I had to do was put in a little extra time and money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The universe needs to put me in a new apartment. Preferably the one up the street with hardwood floors and a nice kitchen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The universe also needs to let me win that $5000 Target gift card so I can furnish said apartment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Come on universe, you can do it. Give it to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ran into McDishes the other day. We're working on those two armed hugs. He's getting good. I can dig it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've had quite a few friends lately tell me they appreciate my honesty and that they come to me because of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to buckle down and get organized and get to work. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep is about trap me under it's warm, cozy blanket. Later dude.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-385320899712805261?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/385320899712805261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=385320899712805261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/385320899712805261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/385320899712805261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-be-on-something-sometimes-and-other.html' title='i be on something sometimes and other randomness'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O4if2Pu-UiI/TnK99ZO6_-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/SpblAw9GCsU/s72-c/091311+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-1588328860338906520</id><published>2011-06-21T01:43:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T23:15:35.572-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>wishes for summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;adventures of epic proportions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;self portrait tattoo in the style of the Stella Latwinski sugar skull on my left top forearm on my right top forearm*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;picnics and movies at the IMA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;yummy in my tummy frozen yogurt from Huddles&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cooking more dinners for friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ease and happiness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bowling dates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;movie dates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dinner dates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lunch dates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;donut dates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;cuddles and kisses&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;time well spent with myself and with friends&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;winning lottery tickets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;fun filled free day at the state fair&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cruiser bicycle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;coral TOMS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;giggles, smiles and laughter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;more sweet kisses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;picnics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;days off spent enjoying the sun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;business contacts and more business&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trip to Atlanta and Chicago&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Bazbeaux's pizza&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;burgers w/ friends from Boogie Burger&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;yummy fresh breakfast from Cafe Patachou&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;goldeny, sweet summer tan&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;duck pin bowling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;success for those around me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sweet, comfy, easy dresses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;*you gotta be specific sometimes so that what you put out there will come to pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-1588328860338906520?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-6242962676167476647</id><published>2011-06-09T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T00:34:24.691-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ScruffyNerdy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muzAk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MilkCookies'/><title type='text'>epic adventures</title><content type='html'>Saw ScruffyNerdy last week at Coaches. We hugged like it was nothing. I like it when shit just flows like that. No awkwardness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TheMC had a listening party this past Thursday for the album he released on Tuesday. My plan was to drive, but AT didn't get back from church in time...well she did, but I already had a ride coming, so I just got a ride instead. It started out as a sausage fest which I expected, but then a lot of ladies showed up. It also seemed to turn into a Twitter Meet Up. My ride left me to myself to sit with some girl and then Milk&amp;amp;Cookies ended up keeping me company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, we ended up having a Twitter DM convo that got a little hot. Um yeah...which led to us spending 5 hours talking Saturday night because neither of us would make a move. It was pretty fun and funny. BTwice has sensed that there's something going on between us on Twitter. LOL. It was bound to happen. I'm not hiding anything. Might not talk about it so publicly, but I'm not hiding anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time Friday ends I will have worked 7 days straight. I WILL survive it. Then Saturday it's Pride and Sunday is a photo shoot. I'm off on Monday too. Woo! I don't mind getting a lot of hours, but man...so many days in a row without a break is hard. I plan to have summer adventures of epic proportions and work my try to cramp my style. But someone's got to fund these adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get to crocheting these hats. I was supposed to send out at least a week ago. It's just been so hot that I really haven't wanted to touch the yarn. But I will. I have to. I can't be such a slacker. It's bad business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get my Hello Kitty Vans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-6242962676167476647?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/6242962676167476647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=6242962676167476647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/6242962676167476647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/6242962676167476647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2011/06/epic-adventures.html' title='epic adventures'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-4806831328929879346</id><published>2011-05-30T22:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:42:42.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comrads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MilkCookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BusDriver'/><title type='text'>the wheels on the bus go round and round</title><content type='html'>I feel like the weather went from cold to hot too fast here in the last couple of weeks. It's supposed to be in the 80's and 90's this week. I'm kinda thankful that I'll be working for part of it so I'll be in the nice air conditioned mall. Though it'd be nice to be sitting pool side somewhere reading a book and bopping my head to some music. Oh well. It's hard to have it all some times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT did NOT lose her car. She ended up having another bank finance her instead. Woo! She's getting a lot better at driving, but still needs some practice. It's nice to have access to a car. I can go out at night and it makes grocery shopping so much easier. Maybe this will be enough motivation for me to get my OWN car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going back and forth about being hungry and what to eat and who would cook Milk&amp;amp;Cookies and I ended up going out to a show for a bit and then to grab a bite to eat the other night. He ended up paying the cover for the show and I feel like he was attempting to pay for my super late dinner before I hopped in front of him and paid for it myself. He even opened the car door for me. All I could think was, what's going on here? This isn't a date is it? I couldn't tell you the last time a guy opened the car door for me. Could just be his nature. I enjoyed hanging out with him. Then again I generally enjoy hanging out with my guy friends. Less drama, more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy BJ is back!!!&amp;nbsp; Well he didn't really go anywhere, but it feels like he's been gone. He was dating this girl and well...it was like he was a different person. I always felt awkward talking to him and saying hi when I saw him/them. It was like it was wrong to text him. He's not with her anymore. Woo! And his new girl. She's pretty fucking cool from what I can tell. I'm still laughing and shaking my head at the fact that I had to tell him to back up and get his dick off of me the other day. (He was fully clothed, he was just drunk and standing next to where I was sitting and trying to get the attention of his girl who was on the other side of me.) We had a good talk, even in his drunken state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing well with doing one creative thing every day. It's been a lot of crocheting lately because I need to get these hats made and shipped off and dropped off at their destinations. But Friday/Saturday I took a LEGO Star Wars Minifigure keychain and made it into a necklace. Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rll-EMrdI7U/TeRSmUkW9WI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XwqgIxn1buY/s1600/stormtrooper+necklace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rll-EMrdI7U/TeRSmUkW9WI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XwqgIxn1buY/s400/stormtrooper+necklace.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lastly, yesterday I enjoyed being outside as much as I could. Even if that meant sitting on some bleachers downtown blowing bubbles, having to deal with the stench of horses and spending time with friends. BusDriver stopped through with his daughter and hung out for a bit too. I find it awkward to meet dude's kids, even if they're just friends. I don't feel awkward meeting girl's kids though. I don't know. He offered to buy me ice cream. I can't believe I turned down free ice cream. I enjoy hanging out with him too. It's a good balance of sarcasm and not sarcasm. Ha! I can't think of the right word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda feel like someone needs to make a move, before the other one does. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-4806831328929879346?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/4806831328929879346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=4806831328929879346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/4806831328929879346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/4806831328929879346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2011/05/wheels-on-bus-go-round-and-round.html' title='the wheels on the bus go round and round'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rll-EMrdI7U/TeRSmUkW9WI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XwqgIxn1buY/s72-c/stormtrooper+necklace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-758995472426697951</id><published>2011-05-22T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T00:10:26.749-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ScruffyNerdy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worky work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatty fat fat'/><title type='text'>probably the wrong choice of words</title><content type='html'>I told ScruffyNerdy that I had a crush on him and that I wanted to get to know him better. He said he was flattered, that he couldn't say his feelings were the same and that he was cool kicking it as friends. The thing is, for me at least, a crush doesn't mean I want to date or that I have feelings. It just means I'm attracted to you and I think you seem pretty cool. Not sure how awkward things will be now. Wrong choice of words for sure, kinda wish I hadn't said anything at all. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a few male friends be nice to me lately. I'm never sure how to take it. I have a few male friends who do things for me and I know they're just friendly gestures. We've been friends long enough that it doesn't mean anything. No other intentions. But these last two incidents, I'd like to believe both guys were just being nice and it's just part of their nature. I'm not sure though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One guy I've known on Twitter for about a year. We met/hung out a few times, but mostly we communicate via Twitter. He was getting off work one night (he works at a grocery store) and I jokingly asked him to bring me some Oreos and milk. He said sure. I then responded saying I was only half serious. I really did want some milk and cookies, but didn't really think he'd drive 20+ minutes out of his way to actually bring them to me. He did. We hung out and talked for a little bit and then he left. I relayed the scene to a couple of friends after it occurred and both asked me if he liked me. *shrugs* Not that I know of. I just thought he was being nice. I'm sure I could ask him, but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been good. I'm enjoying it. I don't enjoy the uniform so much though. I really wish I didn't have to wear long sleeves. I don't regret getting my tattoo, but I surely do dislike having to wear the long sleeves. Oh well. I've been getting decent hours and my paychecks are normally a little more than I'm expecting. I can dig it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hats are surprisingly STILL selling and I've had requests for more. I thought w/ the warmer weather that business would slow down, but it hasn't. I had a good run on Mother's Day cards as well. Just wish I was more motivated to create. I need to change that. I need to do one creative thing a day and hopefully something will change and I'll be more motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was teaching AT how to drive for a couple of weeks after she bought a car for her birthday, but sadly that has stopped because just as I was informed, you CANNOT finance a car without a driver's license. I feel bad for AT, I hope she gets some if not all of the money she spent back. It was fun being able to drive places. You'd think that'd be motivation to hurry up and save some money to buy a car, but sadly it is not. I still enjoy riding the bus though it's a bit of a pain having to get up early on some days or not being able to go out at night. Who knows, maybe I will end up saving up for a beater car to drive around. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that not much else is going I suppose. Just daily life. I keep telling myself I want to get healthy, but I'm not doing anything about it. Lazy bum. I plan on getting new ink before summer OFFICIALLY begins, saving up my pennies as we speak. And I think that's about it. Oh, I made lasagna for&amp;nbsp; the first time this past week. Delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-758995472426697951?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/758995472426697951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=758995472426697951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/758995472426697951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/758995472426697951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2011/05/probably-wrong-choice-of-words.html' title='probably the wrong choice of words'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-5650598702439653992</id><published>2011-04-21T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T21:45:09.186-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ScruffyNerdy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worky work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>it's been a long time...I shouldn't have left you...</title><content type='html'>Busy, busy, busy...that's what I've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new job at the Lego Store is pretty awesome. The commute sucks, but I'm glad to have a job again. That first week we were open was brutal. Because I have every other weekend off I ended up working 9 days straight. Long days at that. Half of them were supposed to be short, but that's not how it worked out. I can't really complain though because it earned me some over time and I'll have a nice big check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t want to casually date forever. I just want to love one person  really hard and really intensely. I want to settle down and be domestic  and cook dinner and have lazy Sundays in bed. I want someone who will  love me all my lifetime, who will be faithful, who will raise children  with me, who will hold my hand when we are old and grey. I want a career  I love, time to do the things I enjoy doing, passion, great sex,  dancing, fireworks. I want it all.” ~Spatch from The Spatch Diaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep that's how I feel. I'm not even casually dating anyone. I'm a little scared of dating. I have a crush on someone though. And I can communicate with him through social networking sites, but when I see him in public it's like I freeze up. I'll wave and smile, but that's about all I can muster up. He wasn't saying much either until last night when he spoke to me about something I asked him about online. And it was nice and the conversation last a couple of minutes, but that was it. I wanted to talk more, but we weren't in the right venue and I didn't know what to say to him.&amp;nbsp; I so want to talk to him and hang out with him and get to know him, but I don't know how to approach the subject. I'm a chicken shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been going out much since I started working. It's wake up, go to work, come home, eat, shower, go to sleep. I did push myself a few times to spend some time with friends though. The&amp;nbsp; usual haunt at Coaches and then Burlesque Bingo Bango Show, which was more bingo than burlesque which kinda sucked, but I got to hang out with LJ and that's always a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this past weekend off which was a much needed break from work and FA and I hit up Record Store Day. I wore my beard and it was awesome sauce. Sunday I went and saw Talib Kweli. It was a good concert and we had a good spot right at the front of the stage. Crotch in our face close. BB and I aren't good fans though, we don't get too excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-92qI3iKKycQ/TbDcmsWIO6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/g5GpvJX1kp4/s1600/talib.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-92qI3iKKycQ/TbDcmsWIO6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/g5GpvJX1kp4/s400/talib.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;see, we were CLOSE!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Other than that not much else is going on. There is a gentleman that I'm pretty sure has a crush on me and there is another gentleman who I don't know what's going on with him or what his intentions are. I'm not too interested in either gentlemen since I have a crush on ScruffyNerdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Mother's Day is right around the corner so I've been working on Mother's Day cards. You know you need a few. Check'em out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1215787714" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oaWcWOIG1rk/TbDdWJplAzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZDy9XjwgMno/s400/mom+stamp+001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://issaino.etsy.com/"&gt;http://issaino.etsy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-5650598702439653992?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/5650598702439653992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=5650598702439653992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/5650598702439653992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/5650598702439653992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-been-long-timei-shouldnt-have-left.html' title='it&apos;s been a long time...I shouldn&apos;t have left you...'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-92qI3iKKycQ/TbDcmsWIO6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/g5GpvJX1kp4/s72-c/talib.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-2673983942261492702</id><published>2011-03-26T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T00:23:45.639-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TheNemesis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics and tomfoolery'/><title type='text'>...i am yours...i am yours...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes my titles have nothing to do with the blog post. They're usually just random song lyrics. Probably a song I'm listening to at the time that I'm typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Today has been an awesome week.&lt;/strike&gt; It has been an awesome week. I feel like I did a lot, but then didn't do anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied for a job at the Lego Store that's opening up in April on Saturday. I received a call from the company on Monday to schedule an interview on Tuesday. I was hired on the spot. I get to play with Legos. How awesome is that? I'm pretty excited. Some people have looked at my uh...yeah I guess that's cool and then others are like OMG that's awesome!!! I GET TO PLAY WITH LEGOS!!! And sell them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Old Soul Entertainment held their annual J Dilla Tribute at the Jazz Kitchen...along with that Black Milk was in town for a performance as well. It was a good show. The energy was amazing. I carried around an orange the whole night. Ha! I know folks thought it was strange, but I had no pockets. I was fortunate enough to plant myself right at the front of the stage. There were a lot of handsome men at the show, which is normally the case at Hip Hop shows. I wasn't on the prowl though (I never really am), but the ladies in short dresses and stilettos were. I still don't get why ladies dress like that at Hip Hop shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-00tYYoRvdeM/TY1a_wRgSZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2VlX8q0j6eE/s1600/black+milk+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-00tYYoRvdeM/TY1a_wRgSZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2VlX8q0j6eE/s320/black+milk+003.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Black Milk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I spent Thursday at the Indiana State Museum with my friend Tony Styxx. Then we grabbed a burger at Boogie Burger. I tried the Rise and Shine. Who knew a fried egg on a burger would taste so good? Messy, but good. I love a place where even though I don't frequent it every week, the staff knows me and I'm greeted by either my first name or occasionally my Twitter handle when I walk in the door. After gaining a few pounds from the burger deliciousness we went and smoked hookah at The Egyptian. So relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I think it's pretty clear that TheNemesis isn't interested in me the same way I'm interested in him, I'm letting that go. And I'm okay with that. I usually find myself attracted to gentlemen that are unavailable. I don't know how to change that, but I'm working on it. He's still pretty awesome and a great friend though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do something productive. I've been dragging my butt on creating new things. I have the ideas, I've just been lazy I guess. I'm not sure what it is. There seems to be a little bit of unhappiness hanging around. Dissatisfaction too. I need a schedule and studio space. I think that'd make working a lot easier. I should probably stop making excuses. Meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-2673983942261492702?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/2673983942261492702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=2673983942261492702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/2673983942261492702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/2673983942261492702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-yoursi-am-yours.html' title='...i am yours...i am yours...'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-00tYYoRvdeM/TY1a_wRgSZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2VlX8q0j6eE/s72-c/black+milk+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-964630646578490454</id><published>2011-03-25T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:35:38.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cousin it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UMRPDoDhlmk/TYzf8u6p0TI/AAAAAAAAAFU/i6Jh8bC52-c/s1600/032511+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UMRPDoDhlmk/TYzf8u6p0TI/AAAAAAAAAFU/i6Jh8bC52-c/s400/032511+001.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the longest I've ever let my hair get. It's sooooo long. It's hard to believe. It's in need of a good trim and color right now, but I'm on a coloring ban until my birthday and I've got another month until I go in for a trim. I only get my hair cut/trimmed once or twice a year. I've been enjoying long hair, but one of my few complaints is that I always lean back on it and then I can't move my head. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-964630646578490454?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/964630646578490454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=964630646578490454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/964630646578490454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/964630646578490454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2011/03/cousin-it.html' title='cousin it'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UMRPDoDhlmk/TYzf8u6p0TI/AAAAAAAAAFU/i6Jh8bC52-c/s72-c/032511+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-1326949492689955699</id><published>2011-03-21T13:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T21:35:25.297-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>wishes for spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;blowing bubbles with friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trips to Chicago&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;sweet banter that makes me blush&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;b&lt;strike&gt;usiness success&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;success for my friends in their endeavors&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;happiness for those around me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new issa.ino spring line&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;money saved and money earned&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;black sparkly TOMS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;self portrait ink on my right forearm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;fun and comfy dresses for spring&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;all things coral and navy&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;more LEGOS&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sweet spring fling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;support and help for those in need (japan, friends, etc.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bike&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;tickets to concerts&lt;/strike&gt; (Matt &amp;amp; Kim, T&lt;strike&gt;alib Kwali&lt;/strike&gt;...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fun photo shoots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;antics and tomfoolery with friends&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;winning lottery tickets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;weight lost and muscles toned&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fun, fun, fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;holding hands&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dates (&lt;strike&gt;girl dates&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;lunch dates&lt;/strike&gt;, dinner dates, bubble dates, donut dates, phone dates, scrabble dates, hookah dates, etc.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;help when needed without having to ask for it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hard work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;compromise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;awesome care packages&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;good conversations with friends&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;who wants to help me cross some things off this list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-1326949492689955699?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/1326949492689955699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=1326949492689955699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/1326949492689955699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/1326949492689955699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2011/03/wishes-for-spring.html' title='wishes for spring'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-3466497054235434078</id><published>2011-03-20T23:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T00:56:52.859-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotographie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TheNemesis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics and tomfoolery'/><title type='text'>i just want to ride bikes with you</title><content type='html'>I did something different on Thursday and I went out for St. Patrick's Day with my old coworkers. It was actually pretty fun. I'm glad that the weather was nice and I was able to wear shorts. I drank. A LOT. I was told I looked like Dr. Oliva (no idea who that is) and I was also called Mary Ann. Yeah. I don't know. Drunk people. I walked all the way back to the bar we paid a small cover at to pee. I didn't want to pay another larger cover just to go inside and pee at the bar we were at. It made sense to me. And my pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TheNemesis now knows that I like him and have a crush on him. He's adorably cute and I just want to cuddle with him and kiss him on the lips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain and lack of motivation kept me in all day Friday. I think it was probably all the alcohol from the previous night too. I don't know. But I surely was coming up with excuses not have to leave my apartment. I also got my first letter from my new pen pal &lt;a href="http://miss-cuppy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cuppy&lt;/a&gt;. She's cute and I think I love her already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty much a tired and lazy bum on Saturday too. I did get a few things done though (worked on a new art piece). Took a couple of naps and stayed up way too late. I finished making a delicious&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2011/01/beef-stew-with-beer-and-paprika/"&gt; Beef Stew with Beer and Paprika&lt;/a&gt;...at like 1100 and I had to have a bowl, so I kinda had to stay up for a couple of hours so I wasn't sitting with all that food in my stomach. (I always spell stomach with an e at the end and ALWAYS have to delete it). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the Super Moon. (Even that couldn't get me to put on clothes and go outside.) I've seen some photos though and it looked amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did finally leave the house today. I had to. I had two photo shoots scheduled. And because the bus couldn't get me close enough to where I needed to be I had a nice long walk to one location. I'm not complaining, it made up for not leaving the house for two days. I enjoyed both photo shoots. The first was for a project that I'm working on with a friend. I can't wait to schedule more shoots for this project. The second shoot was for a local band. They had me standing in the middle of the street snapping pictures of them. The things you do to get the shot. I hope to get to take more pictures of them in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day of Spring. A Spring wish list is coming soon. To a theatre near you. Eh, more like a blog near you. My blog even. Mmmmm hmmmmm. I'm being weird again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the J Dilla Tribute/Black Milk show on Wednesday. Can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*title is from a shirt someone had on YouTube. I really do want to ride bikes with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-3466497054235434078?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/3466497054235434078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=3466497054235434078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3466497054235434078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3466497054235434078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-just-want-to-ride-bikes-with-you.html' title='i just want to ride bikes with you'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-1378542802820771088</id><published>2011-03-13T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:09:19.548-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TheNemesis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics and tomfoolery'/><title type='text'>i'm a big kid at heart</title><content type='html'>I was let go from my job on Wednesday. I didn't do anything wrong, it just slowed down and I wasn't needed anymore. Kinda sucks. I spent most of my days dicking around on the computer. Seems most folks don't really care to pay you to do that. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day of unemployment and I slept in until almost noon. I couldn't even do that on the weekends. The next day of course I was up early again. At least I got one day of sleeping in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to make this time of unemployment productive. There's lots to do and I'm a major procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the weather is warming up, I'm going to start walking/running again. Mine as well since I wake up so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been pretty great. And the coming week is promising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Neighbor and I went to the mall so she could buy some sneakers that she had her eye on. Some how I ended up coming home with two pairs of sneakers myself, a finger puppet, nail polish and eyeliner. I spent less than $10. You can't beat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been buying a lot of old school toys lately. A kazoo, a kaleidoscope and now this finger puppet. I love toys. I'm a big kid at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had brunch with OldRoomie and Neighbor. Delicious and fun. After lunch we ventured over to Home Depot so Neighbor could find an air conditioner. It's still too early in the season for them, but I walked out with a piece of MDF and some paint. Art project coming soon to a theatre near you. We were making caulk and wood jokes. I think we might've made the sales associate a little uncomfortable. It was pretty damn funny though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told OldRoomie about TheNemisis. She said she could see how I light up about him. I totally do. I think he's the bee's knees and wish we talked more. I wonder what he thinks of me. I'm not the type to ask. *shrugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-1378542802820771088?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/1378542802820771088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=1378542802820771088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/1378542802820771088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/1378542802820771088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-big-kid-at-heart.html' title='i&apos;m a big kid at heart'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-7043656157074026669</id><published>2011-03-08T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T13:02:00.308-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>spaceships don't come equipped with rear-view mirrors</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A friend messaged me telling me to quit looking at his boobs. I suddenly became very aware that I didn't have a shirt on, looked around and realized I was at home alone and got up and put on a shirt after I told him to quit looking at MY boobs. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lost a damn sock. This is war sock monster. This. Is. WAR!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Funny how you think about someone you don't particularly care about and then bam they pop up. Think about someone you DO care about and they're far away. :/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thanks babe&amp;nbsp; &amp;gt;&amp;nbsp; sup luv&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Random chick to her friends about me while she held the door open for me: Damn! She got a fat ass! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uuummm...okay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like boobs. They're kinda fascinating. And I have them and I'm still curious about them at times.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And after all it won't take long to fall in love/Now I know what I don't want/I learned that with you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Hey Soul Sister by Train it makes me laugh because of you and then I sing it loudly and with much passion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;messy curly hair today. *loves*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love Saturdays spent with friends that are full of good times and&amp;nbsp;laughter. Jokes are born and fun is had.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;swag...woo...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My #futurehusband will be passionate about something. His job, music, art, me, children, movies.&amp;nbsp; Something. And what I don't know about what he's passionate about he'll teach me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been playing Bruno Mars' Marry Me over and over the last couple of days. I like it. It's very upbeat and dancey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tried to buy a new computer monitor today, but couldn't find a sales person and was short on time. I might just have to order one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did get some much needed new shoes and clothes though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's a beautiful night/We're looking for something dumb to do/Hey baby/I think I wanna marry you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thunder and lightening? Meh...unless he's here to cuddle with I don't want it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me: Goodnight moon.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Nom nom nom.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *laughs, smiles*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's fun to watch people get excited about things. It makes you get all happy and excited too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My #futurehusband and I will embark on fun adventures together. Skateboarding, bike riding, roller derby, hiking, camping, where ever, what ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting sick. This sucks. :/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're killing me, Smalls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My #futurehusband will braid my hair at night before we go to sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could've went to Chicago today for the day for $6. I should've went.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It feels good inside when folks want to spend time with you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sally Jesse Raphael glasses are on their way!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hope tonight that I sleep through the night and get some good rest. (didn't happen, but I figured out what the problem seems to be)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of my accounts is off by 10 cents and it's driving me bonkers. I'm missing 5 dollars cash and I'm not as concerned. What's wrong here?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Melissa Type Logic: If the person before me doesn't clean out the lint trap, I clean it out and dry my clothes and go on my merry way. If it's already cleaned out I dry my clothes and then empty it before I go. Basically I leave it how I found it and am not doing any extra work for anyone else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All these puppy pictures are making my ovaries hurt. I want a puppy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My #futurehusband will know how and when to make me laugh when I need it and just because.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My #futurehusband will fight for us when things get rough. Every day won't be unicorns and rainbows.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cataloging my sneakers for Sneakerpedia. I didn't realize how dirty some of them were. Yuck! I guess I have some work to do at some point.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spaceships don’t come equipped with rear-view mirrors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-7043656157074026669?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/7043656157074026669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=7043656157074026669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/7043656157074026669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/7043656157074026669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2011/03/spaceships-dont-come-equipped-with-rear.html' title='spaceships don&apos;t come equipped with rear-view mirrors'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-3369125211416414983</id><published>2011-02-24T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T12:35:29.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>flafel</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you don't have the balls to approach me and have to send your friends over, then I don't have the time to talk to you. I don't think I'm that unapproachable...then again I am kinda mean. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I had someone from work ask me if I was from Brooklyn, said I had a vibe about me. I'm just me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; #nowplaying The Only Exception - Paramore &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Rain, rain go away...come back on a day when I have no where to go and want to nap all day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Rumor has it that hugs are a dudes way to test drive the boobies.  Bwahahaha! That's pretty damn smart. I love hugs too much to stop  hugging people. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I've noticed that I'm a lot happier these days and I smile a lot. I don't know what I'm so happy about, but hey, whatever. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Hookah needs to happen this week. (We're planning on Saturday. Yay!!!) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Flafel &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; This is bullshit!!! Sometimes I feel like I just have to say that. No reason. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; That made me smile, but I'm not gong to read too much into it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I'm willing and able/So I lay my cards on your table/I wanna love you - I wanna love, love and treat- love and treat you right &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Make up looks kinda romantic today and I'm just going to work in the hoodie/jeans/Chucks combo. Eh oh well. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Ha, I mention Chucks and then get an email from Converse. One day I'll be able to order a custom pair of Chucks. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Gaaaah...I think I might be getting sick. My sense of smell is super sensitive right now. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; My coworker who says he likes hip hop has no idea who J Dilla was. :( &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If you claim to really be into&amp;nbsp; and don't know who J Dilla is I secretly  judge you and&amp;nbsp; sometimes assume you must listen to Boosie and what not.  *shudders*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; *shrugs* &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; My #futurehusband will be a weirdo too. We'll both seem pretty normal in each other's eyes though. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Apparently no one checks their messages. They see the phone number on  the caller ID and just call the number back. They'd save themselves a  phone call if they'd just listen to the damn message I left. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I wanna hold hands with you and do dumb shit together. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; throw your hands in the air...wave'em like you just don't care...and if  you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit...then everybody let me  hear you say O-Yea-yer &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; #nowplaying Come Close - Common &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I like when he calls me babe. Even if that's just a term he uses in general. It still makes me smile. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You've got this look I can't describe/You make me feel like I'm  alive/When everything else is a fade/Without a doubt you're on my side &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pushing rage. When the people in front of you walk to slow. I've had that. I wonder what it'd be like to just push someone too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-3369125211416414983?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/3369125211416414983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=3369125211416414983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3369125211416414983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3369125211416414983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2011/02/flafel.html' title='flafel'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-8154604753908720891</id><published>2011-02-21T11:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T12:02:37.073-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>I want some fried chicken.</title><content type='html'>I miss listing. Twitter was born and my listing stopped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coral is such a happy color. I'm currently obsessed with it and navy. Together they make my&amp;nbsp; heart sing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start doing a Picture of the Day (PotD) with my cell phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what things I'll capture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want some fried chicken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I made that card I can't get My Cherie Amour out of my head. I hope he liked it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love does exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally smitten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v-neck + cardi + jeans + Chucks = so easy, so comfy, so my favorite right now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dress + cardi + Toms = can't wait for Spring so I can sport these &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get back on the job hunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want a job where I can be happy. Yeah, I know, that's a lot to ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is starting to get boring since no one is coming in really. I  basically get paid to sit at a desk and play on facebook and twitter  right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying putting on nail polish and make up. I've become kinda girly. It's a little weird, but cute at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a weirdo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't already know...I'm ready for dress season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sayin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#nowplaying Friday I'm in Love - The Cure &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the dancing girl. My Front Page and Coaches folks know who I'm  talking about. She's a little cheerleader mixed w/ I don't know what  that other stuff was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Front Page too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking pictures would be ideal right now, though I'm not really inspired. It would be nice to just be out there snapping away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STELLA!!!&amp;nbsp; STELLAAAAA!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My #futurehusband won't mind eating all the yellow and orange Skittle so I don't have to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on eyeliner left handed today while I was talking on the phone. This is funny to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t want to casually date forever. I just want to love one person  really hard and really intensely. I want to settle down and be domestic  and cook dinner and have lazy Sundays in bed. I want someone who will  love me all my lifetime, who will be faithful, who will raise children  with me, who will hold my hand when we are old and grey. I want a&amp;nbsp;  career I love, time to do the things I enjoy doing, passion, great sex,  dancing, fireworks. I want it all.” ~Spatch from The Spatch Diaries” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even casually dating, but I want all that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Melissa L- You are one of the sweetest persons I know. It's awesome how  you comfort me so&amp;nbsp; very much in times where comfort seems impossible,  You have morals and love and strength that is so very inspiring. Thank  you so much for all that you've done for me which is much more than  many. Thank you for being you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just never know how much you mean to someone sometimes. I've been finding that out lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when people send me packages and they get lost in the mail. Twice in a month. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL is already making plans to take me to the food spots in Hawaii. Now all I gotta do is save up the money and buy my ticket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#nowplaying The Rain Don't Last - Hope &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up sideways this morning, feet hanging off the bed. And I wake up  at the same time every morning regardless of what day it is. Annoying. I  don't need to be up that early. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't folks know that no one answers unknown calls anymore. Come on man. Be smart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if i was to wake up tomorrow morning,and decide that i really wanted to write about love... my first poem...would be about u.&lt;br /&gt;about how i love you the same way that i learned how to ride a bike:&lt;br /&gt;scared, but wreckless.&lt;br /&gt;with no trainin wheels, or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how i fell for u."&lt;br /&gt;-Rudy Francisco &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's kinda like that. I wanna jump in heart fist and just go for it. Take it all as it comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss's words before we left: Don't you mother fuckers come in here drunk tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And then my soul saw you and it kind of went “Oh there you are. I’ve been looking for you.” - Unknown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with what the future brings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...it looks like I'll be taking part in a documentary now too. This  pretty damn awesome.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I'll share what it's about later. It has to  do with a book we're walking on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd be the starving artist type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would it take&lt;br /&gt;To show you what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Every word I say&lt;br /&gt;Let's you know that you complete me&lt;br /&gt;I'd paint your name in stars&lt;br /&gt;I'd be all that you want in life&lt;br /&gt;Giving me the chance&lt;br /&gt;I know I'd make the perfect wife&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel about you&lt;br /&gt;Is more complex than the words I say&lt;br /&gt;The reason I feel this way&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face tattoos are wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my #futurehusband lives in Indiana. I don't know why that is, but yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining. Today feels like&amp;nbsp; good day to stay home and lay in bed today. Too bad I have to go to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-8154604753908720891?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/8154604753908720891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=8154604753908720891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/8154604753908720891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/8154604753908720891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-want-some-fried-chicken.html' title='I want some fried chicken.'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-4592023473262012910</id><published>2011-02-17T02:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T02:04:49.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Green</title><content type='html'>KL is moving BACK to Hawaii. I'm jealous. I want to go back. It's been 18 years since I've parted with my beloved Hawaii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-4592023473262012910?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/4592023473262012910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=4592023473262012910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/4592023473262012910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/4592023473262012910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2011/02/green.html' title='Green'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-443652773417043260</id><published>2011-01-16T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T11:20:22.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Stella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TTMacx0yr6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/H44wmV1Jpgc/s1600/stellatattoo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TTMacx0yr6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/H44wmV1Jpgc/s400/stellatattoo.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Isn't she beautiful. She was a belated birthday present from a friend. I love her dearly. I can't wait until she's all healed up and for the summer when I can really show her off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-443652773417043260?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/443652773417043260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=443652773417043260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/443652773417043260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/443652773417043260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2011/01/meet-stella.html' title='Meet Stella'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TTMacx0yr6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/H44wmV1Jpgc/s72-c/stellatattoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-334557864399828723</id><published>2011-01-10T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T00:48:58.849-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road tripping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TheNemesis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antics and tomfoolery'/><title type='text'>Chicago, hold me in your arms</title><content type='html'>But first I should probably wish all 0 of my followers a Happy New Year! So...Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicago was awesome. So awesome that I'm tempted to move there. Kinda. Maybe not, maybe just visit...A LOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So early December I messaged my friend Lizard on facebook asking her when we were gonna meet up in Chicago again. (She lives in Davenport, IA. Chicago is a good halfway point for us.) And she promptly replied that we should meet up later in the month. I thought about it for about two seconds and checked out some hotel rates and said to myself, hey why not. We put our plans into action and I started saving and moving money around to get things settled. And then I remembered that my Lexulous nemesis, Greg, was going to be home in Chicago at the same time and thought hey we should FINALLY meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I met on MySpace like 5 years ago and timing was never right to meet up. Either I was there and he was somewhere else in the country or I had no plans to be in Chicago when he was home or when we were both there one of us had transportation issues. Always something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I was pretty damn excited for Christmas day to come and be over with (I don't celebrate Christmas) so we could get to Chicago and have a grand ol' time. I watched the weather obsessively to see if it would be snowing or super cold or whatever might happen that would make our trip not happen. And thankfully mother nature was nice to us and the weather was pretty good. It was actually warmer in Chicago than it was here at home. Which I would say is pretty rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride to Chicago was packed, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised. It was the day after Christmas and a Sunday. By the way, I LOVE the &lt;a href="http://www.megabus.com/"&gt;megabus&lt;/a&gt;. If it's in your area, you should give it a shot for some of your traveling needs. When we arrived I had a plan, because I'm a planner. My plan was to hit up Popeye's (they closed all the ones here because of bankruptcy I think) and have lunch while I waited for Lizard to get into town. Yeah, that didn't happen. I had it mapped out and hopped off the bus, used the bathroom and got to walking. It started snowing and when I got to Popeye's...it was closed. [insert huge sad face here] I was so very disappointed and I needed a rest, but I decided to just keep walking. It was about a two mile walk, with a heavyish bag, in the snow and the wind. I could've grabbed a cab, but I'm stubborn like that. Lizard arrived at the hotel probably 30 minutes after I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us were hungry so we hit up the Indian Garden that was around the corner from our hotel. Pretty much everywhere we ate and went was down the street or around the corner from our hotel. It was PERFECT! Lizard found a Panera Bread (she eats there every day) and told me she would sneak out of bed to have breakfast there the next morning so I wouldn't know.) Indian was delicious, even if it does sometimes resemble baby poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSn2-d-lJmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QRhC7xf08hM/s1600/indiangardenliz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSn2-d-lJmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QRhC7xf08hM/s320/indiangardenliz.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lizard enjoying yummy baby poop.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After lunch we decided to hit up the shops. I made sure to let Lizard know that I HAD to go to the Lego store, it was on my list. IT WAS ON MY LIST! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSn3e1FWRnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oZuleF0h-6w/s1600/goingtolegostore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSn3e1FWRnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oZuleF0h-6w/s320/goingtolegostore.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're going to the Lego store!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We hit The Mile to walk off some of that food and ducked into a few shops to get warm. Lizard was looking for a New Year's dress and I wasn't really looking for anything in particular. I just like to look. I did want to hit up Sephora though, but that was really about it. There wasn't anything that really caught Lizard's eye so we headed back to the room, but first made a stop at the Hershey store and then Ghiradelli for some hot cocoa. Hot cocoa with caramel and sea salt sprinkled on top. Divine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSn5J8ap3hI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ol8xB7igjXY/s1600/halfpoundreeses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSn5J8ap3hI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ol8xB7igjXY/s320/halfpoundreeses.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;those Reese's cups were a half lb EACH! want!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;When we go back to the room Lizard wanted to hit up the hot tub. I didn't bring my suit, but also didn't want to be sitting in the room by myself so I put on my sleep shorts and headed down there with her. There were little minions everywhere. I got a towel and sat on the edge of the hot tub and soaked my feet. It was nice. I tried to read a book, but the minions were splashing everywhere. There was a lot of stop doing that from the parents, but that did nothing. What happened to discipline?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed back out into the night for dinner. We hit up Kamehachi for sushi. It was kinda late and the wait staff seemed a bit perturbed when we walked in. Oops, but hey we had to eat. At the end of the meal the server came over and asked if there was anything else he could get for us and Lizard asked for something and the server awkwardly laughed and said oh, I actually closed out, I was just trying to be nice. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Monday my mission was to hit up a bank to get Lizard the rest of the money I owed her for the hotel room. Greg texted me while I was in the shower to find out what our plans for the day were because he was close by. Lizard hit up Panera for breakfast while I waited for Greg (nothing special when we met, just a hey, finally) and then we all walked across the street for a bit to eat at The Corner Bakery. Greg was a sweetheart and bought breakfast. I almost always love a man who feeds me. :) We all sat and talked for a good almost two hours. And I think one of the servers was flirting with me. Maybe? During our good long chat Lizard told me that she looked up to me in HS. Which was nice, but weird at the same time. I don't feel like I was anyone special back then. I wasn't trying to save the world. I wasn't popular. I was just me, doing my own thing. I did my best to be a good person, but I've always been that way. It made me realize that you really never know who's watching you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSoHlZMEbHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XY8wJCTplA4/s1600/meandgreg1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSoHlZMEbHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XY8wJCTplA4/s320/meandgreg1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lizard didn't get the memo about black frame glasses. Also aren't we the sexiest nerds ever?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After what turned into brunch we kidnapped Greg and went shopping. He was a trooper. AND he went to the Lego store with me (where R. Kelly was serenading all the children through the speakers, who does that?). He's after my heart for sure. *winks* We're gonna do a travel show using Legos or something like that. Don't steal our idea. I'll cut you. Yeah you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner time came and it was time to bid Greg adieu.[insert sad face here] We navigated the streets to Greek Town dropped Greg off and hit up Greek Islands for some tasty treats. This was the only place we ate at that wasn't near the hotel. We HAD to have Greek food, it reminded of us Germany (oh did I not tell you, that's where I know Lizard from). I tried grilled octopus and had to have my usual gyro that I ALWAYS have when I go to a Greek place. That gyro was so tasty, I was upset I left my leftovers. I really wanted to finish them. We had a great seat in the restaurant. It was like we were reigning over our kingdom. Also I almost had my eyebrows singed off when someone below us ordered the flaming cheese and I leaned over to see what was going on. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSpkt0Q7eXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/w98tbKjjP-o/s1600/octopusyum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSpkt0Q7eXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/w98tbKjjP-o/s320/octopusyum.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Octopus, YUM!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When we got back from dinner we sat for a few and then decided to head back out into the night for a walk and more shopping. More so to walk than anything. I brought my camera with me to take a few pictures. I need to get better and taking pictures when I go on vacation. It'd probably help if I had a smaller point and shoot as opposed to my DSLR. We stopped again at Ghiradelli for hot cocoa. It's so good how could you not. Once back at the hotel it was hot tub time again. And then rest. We'd been on the go for over 12 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;While the sheets and pillows were nice and cozy for some reason I couldn't get any good sleep. I spent both nights tossing and turning and sleeping in different spots in the bed. I don't think Lizard slept well either. I know Tuesday morning we both woke up at around 430 in the morning and just laid there and talked until we fell back asleep.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tuesday was check out and more shopping/walking around. I had a great time in Chicago and really didn't want to get on the bus to leave. I could've used a couple of extra days. Lizard and I decided that we'd make than an annual trip. It seems like the perfect time. Right after Christmas there are are some good sales and lodging is a decent rate. It was good to see Lizard and I'm glad Greg and I finally got to meet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-334557864399828723?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/334557864399828723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=334557864399828723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/334557864399828723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/334557864399828723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2011/01/chicago-hold-me-in-your-arms.html' title='Chicago, hold me in your arms'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSn2-d-lJmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QRhC7xf08hM/s72-c/indiangardenliz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-6579000651280571447</id><published>2010-12-17T12:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T19:13:07.500-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='click click click'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sophistiphunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='face paint'/><title type='text'>Who's that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TQv8ByPTOmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/oI5_0HtOh_s/s1600/010%2B1214.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TQvso1ya7cI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UHxgkjjLeRo/s1600/003%2B1214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TQvso1ya7cI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UHxgkjjLeRo/s400/003%2B1214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551791152041749954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so on Thanksgiving I happened upon &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/vintageortacky"&gt;vintageortacky&lt;/a&gt; on YouTube and got sucked in and watched probably 6 hours of make up tutorials and was fascinated and drawn in by all the different looks. Funny thing is, I don't wear make up. Maybe some lip balm/gloss, but that's about it. Oddly enough I do own a few make up items though. So I went through my tiny supply and tried to imitate a few things and they were nothing to write home about. Then I became a little obsessed with make up and ended up spending a couple of bucks on some of the cheaper items out there and started to play around. It was fun and now I love a good nude lip. I like this look. It's not too flashy, but brings a little something. I really wanna try out some other color combos and expect that by the end of it all I'll have a bigger stash of make up. Look ma, I'm becoming a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TQv8ByPTOmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/oI5_0HtOh_s/s1600/010%2B1214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TQv8ByPTOmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/oI5_0HtOh_s/s400/010%2B1214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551808073260284514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still kind of a goof ball. *shrugs* Also, that's what my hair looks like right out the shower and UNcombed. Yeah, I rarely if ever comb my hair. I know you're jealous. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-6579000651280571447?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/6579000651280571447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=6579000651280571447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/6579000651280571447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/6579000651280571447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2010/12/whos-that.html' title='Who&apos;s that?'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TQvso1ya7cI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UHxgkjjLeRo/s72-c/003%2B1214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-721446798820500830</id><published>2010-12-04T11:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T12:01:24.857-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work it out'/><title type='text'>Lose 10lbs in 10 days!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, no not really what this post is about. I FINALLY starting moving more. Earlier this week when I went to put on some jeans and they were snug I got a bit frustrated and instead of not doing anything I decided I was going to start getting my butt up in the morning and walking. My start date was December 1st. True to my nature, that didn't happen and I went back to sleep. The next morning though I got up and was dressed before my alarm went off and got too it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I walk slow though. I measured my walk on &lt;a href="http://www.maymyrun.com"&gt;Map My Run&lt;/a&gt; and it's 1.56 miles and it takes me about 35 - 36 minutes to walk that. It'd take me over an hour to do a 5K. I need to speed it up. The only thing I don't like about my route is that it's a busy main road and there is a lot of exhaust from the passing cars. *blech* But for now I'll deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm particularly proud of myself because it snowed last night/this morning and was still snowing when I got up. And I still went for a walk. I decided that Sundays and Mondays would be my off days. And I decided that I wasn't going to let the snow bother me. Of course this was the first good snow so the sidewalks were still pretty nice, but they're going to start getting crappy and I'm not sure what I'm going to do about that. I don't want to have to travel to go for my walk. I guess we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-721446798820500830?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/721446798820500830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=721446798820500830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/721446798820500830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/721446798820500830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2010/12/lose-10lbs-in-10-days.html' title='Lose 10lbs in 10 days!!!'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-6510072902994234213</id><published>2010-11-25T12:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T14:14:42.331-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>A GameStop Holiday Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/tmwishlist"&gt;TodaysMama&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/gamestop10"&gt;GameStop&lt;/a&gt; are giving away a sleighful of gifts this holiday season and to enter I’m sharing this meme with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your holiday wish for your family?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spirit of happiness and gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your Christmas morning tradition?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never really had a morning tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. If you could ask Santa for one, completely decadent wish for yourself, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;An &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; expense paid vacation (covering my rent and bills at home as well) month long vacation to several destinations to include: New York City, Toronto, St. Thomas and Hawaii. Where all the daily things at home are taken care of and all I have to do is sit back and relax and have fun. Exploring, learning and hey a little bit of shopping would be fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. How do you make the holidays special without spending any money?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By making sure to spend good quality time with the people I care about, letting them know how much they mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What games did you play with your family growing up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy 8's and WAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What holiday tradition have you carried on from your own childhood?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have any real traditions as a kid. And now as an adult I shy away of too much holiday celebrating. I may be a little jaded about the holidays having worked in retail over the holiday season.  Scary stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Where would you go for a Christmas-away-from-home trip?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to go back to Germany. I miss the Weinnacht's markt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Check out &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/gamestop10"&gt;GameStop&lt;/a&gt; and tell us, what are the three top items on your GameStop Wish List this year? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;An Xbox/Kinect for sure!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DSi for when I'm on the bus or traveling. I miss my Sega GameGear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And last a Nintendo Wii, because I love, love, love Mario Kart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-6510072902994234213?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/6510072902994234213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=6510072902994234213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/6510072902994234213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/6510072902994234213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2010/11/gamestop-holiday-wishlist.html' title='A GameStop Holiday Wishlist'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-3602390457985164893</id><published>2010-11-20T21:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T21:59:08.151-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work it out'/><title type='text'>*thpppppt*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TOiJHs_k_1I/AAAAAAAAADs/uk5Es590mZE/s1600/weight1110226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TOiJHs_k_1I/AAAAAAAAADs/uk5Es590mZE/s400/weight1110226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541830106909310802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I actually meant to post this a week and a half ago, but I'm kind of a  procrastinator. Normally I wouldn't really share a photo like this because I really don't like pictures of myself that are not from the chest up. I don't think I'm fat, but I'm also not where I want to be at either. I keep telling myself that I'm going to start walking and get moving and eating better, but it hasn't happened yet. So I took these photos. This is the most I've ever weighed. I'm hoping these photos will motivate me to get moving. If I can't get back to the weight I was at in HS or right when I started college, I'd AT LEAST want to be back under 200 lbs. and the only time I ever want to see 200 lbs again is when I'm pregnant. And 200 won't even be sticking around long after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I don't have the time to work out because I'm currently unemployed. I have ALL day to work out and I've started to feel that in life, when you want something, you make time for it. Saying that you don't have time is an excuse and quite a popular one at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how often I will post about my weight or what I'm doing, but I hope that I can stick with getting moving and eating better because I don't have a real plan right now, which probably isn't a good thing.  I guess I'm just taking it as I go. But I know I can do it. I'm capable. I just need to quit making excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, hopefully the next time I post a full body pic, I'm a wee bit tinier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-3602390457985164893?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/3602390457985164893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=3602390457985164893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3602390457985164893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3602390457985164893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2010/11/thpppppt.html' title='*thpppppt*'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TOiJHs_k_1I/AAAAAAAAADs/uk5Es590mZE/s72-c/weight1110226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-404398636710757634</id><published>2010-11-04T11:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:04:49.372-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>Another Year Has Passed</title><content type='html'>I started doing these survey types things back in my scrapbooking days and I tried to do this on in particular on the same day every year. I haven't kept up for the last couple of years. I thought today was a good day to start doing thing again, so here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa Lambino, 31&lt;br /&gt;November 4, 2010 11:50AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inside, I feel like I'm:&lt;/span&gt; in my mid 20's. Funny thing is when I look back at previous answers I felt the same way. I think maybe I've just stopped growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A goal I'm working right now:&lt;/span&gt;  building my small business and getting my life in order. Doing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My most recent achievement:&lt;/span&gt;  Hmmm...probably still that I passed the driving test two years ago and now have a driver's license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The last gift I bought for someone:&lt;/span&gt;  bought? I'd have to say cupcakes for my former coworker. I tend to make gifts these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The last CD I bought:&lt;/span&gt;  Does trading CD's count? If so, Timeless by Sergio Mendes. I like to trade stuff, saves me some money. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My current favorite song:&lt;/span&gt;  Maybe So, Maybe No - Mayer Hawthorne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The last movie I saw in the theater: &lt;/span&gt; The Social Network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The last book I read:&lt;/span&gt;  That I've finished - &lt;b&gt;Heaven is Small&lt;/b&gt; by Emily Schultz, I'm currently in the middle of reading several books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The last new thing I learned:&lt;/span&gt;  Tin foil will cut you worse than paper and you won't even realize it until your finger is bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I'm wearing right now:&lt;/span&gt;  White tank top and pajama pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The last person I talk to on the phone:&lt;/span&gt;  Someone at Old Navy. I had a question about some pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I ate for breakfast today:&lt;/span&gt;  Townhouse crackers and tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I thought I'd be doing by this age:&lt;/span&gt;  married, wrangling a couple of children.  Happy and successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Something I'm saving up for right now: &lt;/span&gt; that's a long list, but here are a few items: new specs, shoes, iPod Touch, yarn, etsy goodies, new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something I think about a lot:&lt;/span&gt;  new ideas for products, my shop blog and things to add to it, lists of things and getting organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The last person I helped:&lt;/span&gt;  Mary. She needed shopping advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The last thing I apologized for: &lt;/span&gt; probably Shaad for&lt;br /&gt;inadvertantly offending him.  I didn't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I'm worried about:&lt;/span&gt;  happiness, children, companionship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wish for when I see a shooting star: &lt;/span&gt; happiness, success, to win the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What my plans are for the rest of the day:&lt;/span&gt;  clean the kitchen, cook some food, crochet, organize, fiddle around on the internets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-404398636710757634?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/404398636710757634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=404398636710757634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/404398636710757634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/404398636710757634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-year-has-passed.html' title='Another Year Has Passed'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-8555228229177961661</id><published>2010-10-11T18:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T18:33:44.415-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etsy'/><title type='text'>You Want One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/58708932/soba-hooded-cowl-black"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TLOQNAaRnrI/AAAAAAAAADY/Wk_O4Cmj0fw/s320/SOBAblack1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526919720836636338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really, you do. You should check out this shop - http://issaino.etsy.com. Thank me later or now. Doesn't matter. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-8555228229177961661?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/8555228229177961661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=8555228229177961661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/8555228229177961661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/8555228229177961661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-want-one.html' title='You Want One'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TLOQNAaRnrI/AAAAAAAAADY/Wk_O4Cmj0fw/s72-c/SOBAblack1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-7177201515963772922</id><published>2010-10-08T01:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T01:31:29.279-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life or Something Like It'/><title type='text'>You Can Call Me Al</title><content type='html'>Skimming some of these lists as I repost them here on this blog and I'm missing the friendship I once had with MsRed aka AB. We had a lot of good times together and a lot of laughter. But...I understand that we all move in different directions in life and sometimes that means that friendships must part ways and that's okay. We still have our memories and in my case the lists that some of those memories ended up in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this in August 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me: *stirring from most wonderous nap on the couch*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MsRed: *in the kitchen with coworkers at 4AMish "DRINK YOUR DRINK BITCH, DRINK YOUR DRINK!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I can still hear her saying this with such passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me: Regulators!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MsRed: *with a serious face* I have to leave you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-7177201515963772922?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/7177201515963772922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=7177201515963772922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/7177201515963772922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/7177201515963772922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-can-call-me-al.html' title='You Can Call Me Al'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-5426772456460521941</id><published>2010-10-03T22:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T22:30:40.390-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etsy'/><title type='text'>An Etsy Birthday/Lottery Wishlist</title><content type='html'>Oh how I love the etsy. Here's a little treasury I made of the things I'd love to purchase if I had the extra money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.etsy.com/treasury/4ca92321866a6d9101442da4/a-birthdaylottery-wishlist"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TKk7ztNFqTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/22jMNjlCq5E/s320/etsy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524012177440483634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only a small list of things I love. There's so much more out there. I could spend hours going through pages and pages of items on etsy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-5426772456460521941?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/5426772456460521941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=5426772456460521941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/5426772456460521941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/5426772456460521941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2010/10/etsy-birthdaylottery-wishlist.html' title='An Etsy Birthday/Lottery Wishlist'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TKk7ztNFqTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/22jMNjlCq5E/s72-c/etsy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-3074166142238733453</id><published>2010-09-27T22:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T22:07:27.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall List and a Birthday Wish List</title><content type='html'>I decided this year that since my birthday is in the fall that I mine as well just combine my fall list with my birthday wish list, especially since this year I don't really want much for my birthday (all I really want is new ink and an iPod Touch). Oh and some cupcakes.  So...here we go fall list and birthday wish list in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;new ink (right forearm, "Sono il suo schiavo." I'm thinking a nice ribbony script.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/us/browse/home/shop_ipod/family/ipod_touch?mco=MTM3NTEyOTc"&gt;32 GB iPod Touch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;cupcakes from The Flying Cupcake preferably the Red Velvet Elvis, Koo Koo for Coconuts and the chocolate with the coconut frosting German chocolate I believe.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.champssports.com/catalog/productdetail/model_nbr--52495/sku--5744/cm--GLOBAL%20SEARCH%3A%20KEYWORD%20SEARCH/#sku=5744&amp;amp;size=07.0"&gt;574 Grey Suede New Balance Boys sz 7 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hugs and laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oodles of soft, kushy yarn for cowls and scarves and hats and maybe blankets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toms.com/womens/orchid-cord-women-s-classics"&gt;corduroy TOMS, saffron maybe or the orchid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;long cardigans and hoodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/55703395/black-seraphim-wings-pairs-horn-4g-2g-0g"&gt;Black Sepharim Wings 0g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;support and encouragement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new job that pays well and gives me the time to pursue other avenues&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;time well spent with friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;day trip to Chicago BEFORE it gets too cold&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;more happiness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lots of &lt;a href="http://issaino.etsy.com/"&gt;etsy&lt;/a&gt; sales and custom orders &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;skateboard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;win the lottery (more than $20, preferably somewhere in the thousands range)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;patience while I figure out what I'm doing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;peace, happiness and rest for myself and all that surround me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lose 20 lbs before winter hits &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Not a long list. Totally attainable I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-3074166142238733453?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/3074166142238733453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=3074166142238733453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3074166142238733453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3074166142238733453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2010/09/fall-list-and-birthday-wish-list.html' title='Fall List and a Birthday Wish List'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-1054359567232910914</id><published>2010-09-25T00:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:26:57.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Listy Listing</title><content type='html'>I used to have a blog where all I really did was list, but they're shutting down.  So now I'm trying to transfer all my lists to this blog which I haven't posted on in over a year. How about that?  I also realized that I probably need to change the blog description because I'm not a 20 something anymore. Next month I'll be 31, but I don't look my age. I look like an early 20 something still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...so yeah, there'll a bit of activity over here while I transfer all those posts. It seems like a lot. *shrugs* I might start blogging again too. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-1054359567232910914?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/1054359567232910914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=1054359567232910914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/1054359567232910914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/1054359567232910914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2010/09/listy-listing.html' title='Listy Listing'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-7075665498469810325</id><published>2009-10-23T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T23:29:06.292-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>Birthday Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've discovered that when I list things I want they tend to come to pass.  So here we go:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;cupcakes (cupcakes are what's real in the street)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;smoke hookah (this is always a good time)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;a Mexican pizza from Bazbeaux's w/o the sausage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;a skateboard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;time off from work that I get to spend with friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;iPod Touch (I wanted the iPhone, but I like Sprint service and still have a year on my plan)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the &lt;a href="http://www.tactics.com/supra/muska-sky-top-skate-shoes/black-duct-tape" target="_blank" title="http://www.tactics.com/supra/muska-sky-top-skate-shoes/black-duct-tape" rel="nofollow"&gt;Duct Tape Skytop Supras&lt;/a&gt; sz M7&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;a cute pair of peep toes or heels like &lt;a href="http://www.zappos.com/product/7589926/color/3" target="_blank" title="http://www.zappos.com/product/7589926/color/3" rel="nofollow"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.zappos.com/steve-madden-beauti-black-leather" target="_blank" title="http://www.zappos.com/steve-madden-beauti-black-leather" rel="nofollow"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.zappos.com/shoes-for-lovely-people-kyla-platform-multi-brown" target="_blank" title="http://www.zappos.com/shoes-for-lovely-people-kyla-platform-multi-brown" rel="nofollow"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.zappos.com/steve-madden-tayla-black-suede" target="_blank" title="http://www.zappos.com/steve-madden-tayla-black-suede" rel="nofollow"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; (although they're not peep toes)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;new hoodies, specifically ones that are warm and fuzzy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;cardigans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;a car or a rental for the weekend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;a trip out of town&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;peace and happiness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;trip to the casino&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;new apartment @ Turnverein&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;some of my favorite etsy finds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;crafting goodies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;new orders for&lt;s&gt; hats&lt;/s&gt;, jewelry and &lt;s&gt;cards&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;hot cocoa mix from godiva&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Braxton-Trestle-Desk-Black/dp/B000OPIX9Q/ref=sc_pgc_r_3_0_347642011/180-3247479-0941603?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;frombrowse=1" target="_blank" title="http://www.target.com/Braxton-Trestle-Desk-Black/dp/B000OPIX9Q/ref=sc_pgc_r_3_0_347642011/180-3247479-0941603?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;frombrowse=1" rel="nofollow"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; desk from Target&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/3-Shelf-Bookcase-Espresso/dp/B001NPYU8O/ref=in_de_display_children_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=1PVRVVWX99SC06465V7F&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=482688091&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=B0025V4R9M&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=bottom-4&amp;amp;altString=3%20Shelf%20Bookcase%20Espresso&amp;amp;pf_rd_m=A1VC38T7YXB528&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=5201" target="_blank" title="http://www.target.com/3-Shelf-Bookcase-Espresso/dp/B001NPYU8O/ref=in_de_display_children_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=1PVRVVWX99SC06465V7F&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=482688091&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=B0025V4R9M&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=bottom-4&amp;amp;altString=3%20Shelf%20Bookcase%20Espresso&amp;amp;pf_rd_m=A1VC38T7YXB528&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=5201" rel="nofollow"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; bookshelf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;a pedicure or spa day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dunkin Donuts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;a P &amp;amp; S camera (that new one out with the screen on the front looks pretty neat)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;new ink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;red Chucks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;yellow Chucks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;a DVD player w/ a subscription to Netflix&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;a Wii&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-7075665498469810325?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/7075665498469810325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=7075665498469810325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/7075665498469810325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/7075665498469810325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday-wishlist.html' title='Birthday Wishlist'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-1613050265308550908</id><published>2009-06-08T23:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T23:26:16.704-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SneakerBoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>SneakerBoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;...in ListMaker format...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have no clue when I noticed SneakerBoy.  It was gradual.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do know that it was the roundness of his butt I noticed first though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He looked to be no older than 19.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then I noticed he had great legs and a nice upper body.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still I thought he was young, no need to get all riled up unless it was only to be a quick stockroom encounter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Later I noticed he was more than just a nice body and that he had a nice voice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But still he couldn't be older than 19 and well, I can't do anything with that.  We couldn't even go to a bar and grab a drink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A few weeks ago while talking to one of his coworkers I found out that he was indeed old enough to partake in adult activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That was when the school girl crush sprouted.  The green light that signaled I could go ahead and see what could be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But my nerves kept getting the better of me when I tried to say just a simple Hi.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A  handful of missed opportunities and a lot of encouragement from all my  friends on top of the shock they expressed when they found out how shy I  tend to be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After not seeing him for a few days, too many  missed opportunities, threats from friends and enough signs I finally  just asked one of his friendly coworkers if SneakerBoy was available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His  coworker smiled and said he wasn't sure and that he'd give me his  number and I could ask him myself.  His coworker also mentioned that  SneakerBoy had mentioned me to him at one point.  Good sign?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not a talk on the phone person.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I texted him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He said he wasn't sure who I was, but had a pretty good idea.  He agreed to grab a drink or lunch with me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The  next day at work he walked passed and gave a shy wave.  On his second  pass by, there was there was awkwardness and my confidence kind of fell.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought, at some point we'll actually have to talk to one another.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I later walked passed his place of employment and his coworker stopped and asked if I'd talked to him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He  then told me to hold on while he retrieved SneakerBoy, I said don't do  that, but it was too late, SneakerBoy spotted me and approached as his  coworker exited stage right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We chatted...about work.  But it wasn't forced and it was an easy conversation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Later  via text I suggested a few days to grab a drink, but he was  unfortunately for me busy and getting ready to head out of town.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't heard from or seen him since.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm waiting until after he gets back from out of town before I suggest another date.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If he's still busy, well then I'm leaving the ball in his court.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm hopeful though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-1613050265308550908?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/1613050265308550908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=1613050265308550908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/1613050265308550908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/1613050265308550908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2009/06/sneakerboy.html' title='SneakerBoy'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-3255749640481699247</id><published>2009-05-07T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:06:36.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a public service announcement, this is only a test...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Pulled this off of my MySpace blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Notice to ALL Future Boyfriends...a little information guide to help make our time together more pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I WILL want sex more than you. More often than not you'll turn me down more than I will you. I'll probably be more ready and willing than you can handle. This will irritate me at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have the tendency to be an insensitive jackass. I'm working on it. Words will come out of my mouth that are not intended for anyone's ears. I might actually mean them, but they still aren't always meant to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I need space when I sleep. That doesn't mean I don't like to cuddle, I don't mind it for a little while...but when it's time for sleep and all that body heat is making me hot and sweaty I need some space and the cool side of the pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I have A LOT of male friends.  They are JUST friends.  Be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am not that open with my feelings until I feel I can trust you enough with them. I don't like being vulnerable. In time I'll open up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My friends are an important part of my life. They were here before you...there will be times when I put them ahead of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I'm quiet and I like quiet.  Excessive noise pisses me off...especially music that's not my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm always on time...if not early. I drives me crazy when people are late, especially when they have no good excuse. It's a sure fire way to piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I like to learn about the things that make you tick and that you enjoy and are passionate about.  Teach me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I like the idea of lingerie, but think tanks and boy shorts are sexier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I love to cook and experiment in the kitchen, but the dishes afterwards are my enemy as is the trash. Mucho brownie points if you wash the dishes and take out the trash for me without me ever mentioning it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  I REALLY appreciate the little things...back rubs...cuddling...holding hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  Hitting and teasing are my way of showing affection.  Hugs and kisses are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  I will buy you things.  Little things that make me think about you and that I think you'll appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  I'm eclectic and creative and will sometimes appear as if I'm not all there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  I'm a bit of a organized neat freak...even when I'm messy I try to be neat and organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  Sometimes I like to listen mainstream music even though I know it's bad.  I can't help myself sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Everybody poops, everybody farts, everybody etc. It doesn't bother me, it's human...but if it's gonna stink warn me and if it stinks light a match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I don't like people. I have the tendency to be quiet and shy at gatherings. I'll warm up eventually...just don't ditch me for hours at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  I can be quite perverted at times.  I'm still a lady though and expect to be treated as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.  I'm quite adventurous in bed and in life.  Let's have lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.  I am intelligent.  Just a little slow at times.  I take pleasure in learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I do not have a good relationship with my mother and brother. I don't like to talk about them. The incidents that occurred between them and me may affect our relationship. I'm working on getting past it. Please be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I act tough, but I'm really a thoughtful and caring person at heart. I love and crave affection. I'm touched by the little things, like forehead kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.  I'm easily entertained.  Give me a piece of paper...maybe a pen too and I'll be good for a while.                 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-3255749640481699247?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/3255749640481699247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=3255749640481699247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3255749640481699247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3255749640481699247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-public-service-announcement.html' title='This is a public service announcement, this is only a test...'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-5323557170134308050</id><published>2009-04-21T02:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T02:15:28.312-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatty fat fat'/><title type='text'>Week One</title><content type='html'>Amazing what &lt;a href="http://www.thedailyplate.com"&gt;The Daily Plate&lt;/a&gt; considers exercise.  Standing around at work actually burns calories and means I can eat more if I want to.  I probably shouldn't have though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost one pound this week.  I didn't really exercise though, but I am more aware of the things I eat.  I eat a lot of bread and sweets.  All that bread devouring is probably why I'm so fluffy.  *deep heavy sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I'll have to try to work in more exercise and cut back on the bread.  Oh sweet bread how do I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...I do have some things I want to blog about, I just need to sit my fluffy ass down and get to writing.  &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/chickenb00"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://chickenb00.tumblr.com"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; have taken over my blogging.  That and other projects.  Gotta start making those lists of things to do.  Makes life easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-5323557170134308050?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/5323557170134308050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=5323557170134308050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/5323557170134308050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/5323557170134308050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-one.html' title='Week One'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-8225134844314002607</id><published>2009-04-12T13:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:49:53.983-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatty fat fat'/><title type='text'>Fatty Fat Fat...</title><content type='html'>Okay so I don't really think I'm fat, but I've gained a lot more weight in the last couple of months than I wanted to.  I'm going to say it was due to the stress of medical problems and all the changes going on at work.  That's my story and I'm sticking to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I'm joining Catherinette of &lt;a href="http://twolia.com/blogs/the-catherinette-chronicles/"&gt;The Catherinette Chronicles&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://twolia.com/blogs/the-catherinette-chronicles/2009/03/31/bye-bye-back-fat/"&gt;Operation Muffin Topple&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should join too...it'll be fun.  No really.  It will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-8225134844314002607?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/8225134844314002607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=8225134844314002607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/8225134844314002607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/8225134844314002607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2009/04/fatty-fat-fat.html' title='Fatty Fat Fat...'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-1260055827898257541</id><published>2009-03-26T10:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:52:41.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Things I Believe In</title><content type='html'>Writing prompt from another blog that I saved eons ago.  The prompt had 10 things, but I couldn't think of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Portion control is a big part of weight gain/loss.  Push away from the damn table.  You don't need the super sized fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. God does exist, in some form, man or woman.  I also think that other beings  exist as well.  It can't be just us.  The universe is huge.  And they're pretty smart for staying away from of us this long.  We can be kind of a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Just like we're required to have a license to drive, I think we also need a license to procreate or something.  There are so many people out there that really shouldn't have children.  It's kind of scary...and they're going to be our future.  Oy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Only you can make you happy.  It can be difficult, but money only brings temporary happiness and sometimes people just disappoint you, especially when you hold them to ridiculously high standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. There's a song out there that can describe how you're feeling every second of every minute of every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-1260055827898257541?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/1260055827898257541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=1260055827898257541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/1260055827898257541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/1260055827898257541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2009/03/5-things-i-believe-in.html' title='5 Things I Believe In'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-3928510639602796614</id><published>2009-03-21T14:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T14:13:04.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past 15 Years</title><content type='html'>Had this saved from momomatic's blog and never got around to it, but now that I've got some time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Think back on the last 15 years of your life. How would you summarize your life in just 10 bullet points."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see that would be from age 14 to 29.  Wow...14.  Well...let's go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Moved to Germany.  Graduated from high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Moved back to the US and then back to Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to and graduated from college.  Met my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Moved to Indianapolis, got a job and then got fired for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Found another job.  Learned there was much more to Indianapolis than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Realized my love of photography and began to pursue it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Met some of the greatest people ever.  (Some of those people have come and gone, but they're still awesome people regardless.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Became "homeless" for a bit, but got back on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Had a few photos published in the local weeklies and had a print bought. Realized my dopeness.  And FINALLY got my drivers license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Slowly figured out things well be okay.  And that it helps when you surround yourself with good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to tag people, but I figure you'll do it if you want to.  So get to it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-3928510639602796614?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/3928510639602796614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=3928510639602796614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3928510639602796614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3928510639602796614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2009/03/past-15-years.html' title='The Past 15 Years'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-2821177122947405589</id><published>2009-03-16T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:00:06.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I didn't get a new laptop, but I DID break down and get internet from  home to use on my old but reliable desktop.  I missed you guys.  I  still don't know why the library has vox blocked.  Hmmm...oh well.  It  feels good to be back.&lt;/p&gt;I'm also on Twitter now:  http://www.twitter.com/chickenb00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-2821177122947405589?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/2821177122947405589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=2821177122947405589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/2821177122947405589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/2821177122947405589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!!!'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-3626376255523333850</id><published>2009-02-12T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:45:45.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff I Like</title><content type='html'>In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are dope.  And unfortunately I think I've disqualified myself from winning a pair.  That's right, you can win these.  Just take your ass to see Coraline before March 1st and stay to watch the credits for the passcode.  Heck just go see the movie, it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/826/nikexcoralinedunkmoviepro6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a tee-shirt junkie and I'm sure you've seen me wearing some bizarre shirts and normally I don't like to share where I get them, but today...today I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.teefury.com - Tee today, gone tomorrow.  User designed tees are listed for one day for $9 and then they're never printed again...well at least not via tee fury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://shirt.woot.com - Another site with limited edition tees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com?streetteam=chickenscratch"&gt;http://www.threadless.com&lt;/a&gt; - More great tees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like quirky things and handmade things and things that not everyone has.  I also like to support artists.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.etsy.com - Of course I have my own little shop too: http://issaino.etsy.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blog as much as I used to and a lot of others have seem to have dropped out of the blogging world too...but we seem to all have picked up on Twitter.  The new place to spy, the new place to rant and you can do it on the go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.twitter.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm and toasty and you don't even have to kill a polar bear.  Real fur jackets are yuck...and men really shouldn't wear them...but them seem not to have gotten the memo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rocketworld.org/images/wch_prev3_txt.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available at: http://www.rocketworld.org/creature_hoodie.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I don't know how to skateboard, but I want to learn.  And if I never do I still think this is a dope idea.  One day I'm gonna have my own house and these will be there even if they end up only being an art piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2102/1496787645_97e3719167.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://thinairpress.blogsome.com/2008/06/03/coolest-steps-in-the-world/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because everyone should have a mustache pencil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.atypyk.com/products/prodimages/mustache.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.atypyk.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe not something I particularly like, but I think the series is cool and definitely makes you think twice about what you eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.naturalnews.com/phototours/Cotto_Salami_5_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.naturalnews.com/PhotoTour_Mystery_Meat_1.html for the rest of the photo series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love tattoos and am currently saving up for my next one.  (I still don't understand why people are surprised to find out that I have a few.)  I love connect the dots and this is a pretty clever idea...but what would YOU get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3files.core77.com/blog/images/dot-to-dot_tattoo_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to see what dots connect to be: http://www.core77.com/blog/object_culture/connectthedots_tattoo_11423.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free shit.  I don't know anyone who doesn't appreciate free stuff.  Movie codes, coupons, magazines subscriptions and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.frugalfreebiesanddeals.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-3626376255523333850?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/3626376255523333850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=3626376255523333850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3626376255523333850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3626376255523333850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2009/02/stuff-i-like.html' title='Stuff I Like'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2102/1496787645_97e3719167_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-124769318812621774</id><published>2009-02-01T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:01:04.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a bum...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;...but it's not my fault.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My laptop was stolen shortly after  Christmas and the only place I can get online really is at the library  and for some reason they have Vox blocked.  :(  Hopefully when I get my  tax refund I can get me a Dell Mini and I'll be back to listing.  If you  really miss me I have a few lists on my MySpace blog:   http://www.myspace.com/filipinomami79 or  http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com.&lt;/p&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-124769318812621774?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/124769318812621774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=124769318812621774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/124769318812621774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/124769318812621774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-bum.html' title='I&apos;m a bum...'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-5440591003626041554</id><published>2009-01-27T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:41:52.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kind of Reflecting on 2008</title><content type='html'>Earlier this month I originally wanted to reflect on last year and now that I think about it, it's for the better that I don't.  It's not like it was a horribly awful year or anything, but a lot happened that I don't want to rehash, but I suppose I will reflect on the good times though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY learned to drive and got my driver's license.&lt;br /&gt;Someone bought a print from me.&lt;br /&gt;I spent a lot of time with friends and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;I got to know some friends better.&lt;br /&gt;I started to let down my guard and let people into my space.&lt;br /&gt;I moved into my own place.&lt;br /&gt;I realized my dopeness.&lt;br /&gt;I got to a point where I had a some extra dough to buy sneakers.  Oh sweet sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;Other people realized my dopeness.&lt;br /&gt;I took more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I lost some weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to accomplish a lot more this year.  It might be slow going, but it's going to get done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-5440591003626041554?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/5440591003626041554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=5440591003626041554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/5440591003626041554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/5440591003626041554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2009/01/kind-of-reflecting-on-2008.html' title='Kind of Reflecting on 2008'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-6937309342928473056</id><published>2008-12-30T12:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:14:39.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Friends...</title><content type='html'>I always intend to blog, but I don't.  And to make things even worse my laptop was stolen this past weekend.  Yes, I'm still quite shitty about it.  All my photography is gone (my fault for not backing it up, but still), things I'd written - gone, music - gone.  The asshole can have my laptop, I just want the photos and memories.  Unfortunately I have very little hope that it'll end up in a pawn shop.  And the police officer who took my statement didn't really seem like he wanted to take down the report either.  Jaded much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be back soon though.  Anyone know where I can get an inexpensive laptop with wifi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-6937309342928473056?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/6937309342928473056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=6937309342928473056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/6937309342928473056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/6937309342928473056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/12/sorry-friends.html' title='Sorry Friends...'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-3793770960270132113</id><published>2008-12-13T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:02:54.269-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>...grant my last request...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="asset-content"&gt;             &lt;div class="asset-body preview-links"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px;"&gt;Crappy-cold-accident-inducing weather. :( Thai food and tea with Les was quite lovely though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A  Saturday AND Sunday off during the holiday season...I'm THAT good. Of  course my first day back is a 12 hour day. :( Long and uber boring.  [Next Monday will be 13 hours, gotta LOVE those extended mall hours.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ugh,  what's going on? Why do I feel the need to know what's going on, when  it's really none of my business? Stupid girl feelings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gotta let go of the things I can't control.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The  mall being open until 10PM during the week is DUMB. No one is out that  late shopping. Next week maybe. What a waste of payroll and resources.  And don't tell me it's extra money in my pocket because I'd get the same  amount of hours either way. It just means I won't get home until later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Ex's wedding was beautiful. I'm glad that he's found someone. I'm just a wee bit jealous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"...it's  such a sweet memory/baby of you and me/and how we used to  be/beautifully young/sometimes I just sit and smile/thinking about you  for awhile/wondering how you and I/it's such a sweet memory...you were  so funny/had me in stitches/and now any man I date/must make me  laugh/kissed me in places...you were so sweet...you saw the good in  me/even talked about marrying me/the future we tried to see...would we  still have the same chemistry..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Warm, toasty crocheted hats for  sale. Really I'd make them for free if people just provided the yarn,  but if someone wants to pay for them, that's fine too. Hey I've got  bills today and the extra money ALWAYS helps. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watching Common  dancing with Ellen makes me want to dance with him. Grab his hand, pull  him to the dance floor and dance and laugh and have a good time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow!  An order for 100 cards. Seriously? I can dig it. Glad I let Duwayno  take those cards to shop them around, even though it was a bit hard to  part with them. For those of you who didn't know...I make greeting  cards. They're pretty awesome and special.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's like the  opportunities are just falling from the sky. I like it. Gotta make sure I  get my ducks in a row and do it right though. Funny thing...I wrote  myself a check (recommended from my readings of the Law of Attraction)  and things are starting to happen. I need to go back and reread those  books. More positive thoughts and positive actions. It really DOES work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jerks...sending  my settlement via eCheck so I can't go on my mini shopping spree. My  coupons better be valid by the time the check clears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*deep heavy  irritated sigh* I don't get why some people are so caught up with  appearances. Why is it inappropriate for two friends to have lunch  together? Yes, my friend has a significant other, but if the  relationship is as secure as he says it is, then what's the problem?  It's just lunch. We'll eat and talk, probably talk more about business  than anything else. But why is it okay for him to give me a ride home  late at night? People can see us leave together and know that he's  taking me home, but it's not okay for anyone to see us sitting together  having a meal? I don't get it. Can someone please explain why this is  inappropriate? One person thinks it could be because he digs me...highly  unlikely, but...I am quite charming and beautiful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let go. Let go. Let go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"...baby  let's get closer tonight/grant my last request/and just let me hold  you/don't shrug your shoulders/lay down beside me/sure I can't except  we're going no where/but one last time let's go there/lay down beside  me/I've found that I'm bound/to wander down that lonely road/and I  realize all about your lies/but I'm no wiser than the fool I was  before/I just want you closer/is that alright/baby let's get closer  tonight...tell how can this be wrong/grant my last request/and just let  me hold you..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do I keep thinking it's Friday? Christmas  needs to go ahead and just come and go so that we can get to New Year's  and have the holidays be over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I need to find someone who is anti-Christmas as well and see if they want to go out for Chinese that day or Thai.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why  am I so tired all the time? It seems like I've been feeling like this  for the past couple of months. Six hours of sleep used to be fine, now  eight or nine hours of sleep isn't even enough. What's going on?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I  need a LBD (little black dress). I'm growing into the dressing up  phase. Don't get me wrong I still love my t-shirts, hoodies, jeans and  sneakers. I'm just liking to occasionally switch things up and surprise  people. Get out of the rut and grab some attention.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For it to be winter, my skin still has a lovely tan. I'm usually starting to get quite pasty by now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My  chest and tummy ache when I see/hear information about him that isn't  quite to my liking. What is that? Why do I care about him that much?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"...hands  down/I'm too proud for love/so with eyes shut/it's you I'm thinking  of/but how do we move from A to B/it can't be up to me/cause I don't  know/eye to eye/thigh to thigh/I let go/I think I'm a little bit/a  little bit/a little bit in love with you/but only if you're a little  bit/little bit/little bit/in la la la la love with me...and for you I  keep my legs apart/and forget about my tainted heart/and I will never  ever be the first to say it/but still game over/I would do it/ push a  button/pull a trigger/climb a mountain/jump off a cliff/cause you know  babe/I love I love you a little bit...come here/stay with me/stroke me  by the head/I would give anything anything/to have you as my  man...little bit/little bit/little bit in love with you/but only if  you're a little bit/little bit/little bit in love with me..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two weeks notice. I don't think I've ever put in two weeks notice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes  I think the kid has a crush on me. Either that or he's just really,  really nice. Dinner, dessert, etc. and then when I try to return the  favor...it's no, no I don't need anything don't worry about me. That and  it's been mentioned that when I'm off he talks about me. Oy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You girls really need to get over your insecurities. I'm not trying to steal your man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Well  I know I'm getting an iPod and if I'm don't I'm going to be pissed."  -bratty teenage girl talking to her mother. Really??? Is that what  Christmas is about? I wanted to turn around and smack her. Brat. One of  the few reasons I don't celebrate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is Christmas over yet?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"...last  Christmas/I gave you my heart/but the very next day/you gave it  away/this year to save me from tears/I'll give it to someone special..."  I don't know this is my favorite Christmas song, but it is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Must start working on that goals/affirmations list for the new year. No resolutions. And the winter wish list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of a sudden I can't decide what I want for my new ink. *sigh* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking, looking, looking for a kitchen table. Must get one soon so I can get to work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wishing, hoping, dreaming...him. A girl can dream can't she. I'm in a sappy love song mood. *hmmph*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"...what  would it take/to show you what you mean to me/every word I say/let's  you know that you complete me/I'd paint your name in stars/I'd be all  that you'd want in life/if given me the chance/I know I'd make the  perfect wife/the way I feel about you/is more complex than the words I  say/the reason I feel this way/I wanna do for you/it's easy to say I  love you/so the truth of my love shall reveal/this feeling I have  inside/I wanna do for you/can't you see true love/it's staring you right  in your eyes/I've given you so much/your heart I'd never  compromise/we've been through all the rights and wrongs in life/together  we'll keep getting by/so now it's up to you/I want to be that perfect  wife..." &lt;/p&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-3793770960270132113?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/3793770960270132113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=3793770960270132113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3793770960270132113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3793770960270132113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/12/grant-my-last-request.html' title='...grant my last request...'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-229869550330007779</id><published>2008-11-17T23:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:37:04.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon...</title><content type='html'>I have a blog post coming soon.  Really I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really miss me you can check out some of my lists here:  &lt;a href="http://makemeasandwich.vox.com"&gt;Make Me a Sandwich&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-229869550330007779?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/229869550330007779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=229869550330007779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/229869550330007779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/229869550330007779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/11/coming-soon.html' title='Coming soon...'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-6215278747713761281</id><published>2008-11-17T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:11:44.997-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>...how do we move from A to B...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;Duncan Hines Mini Warm Delights are such a tease.  All that warm, gooey, chocolatey goodness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;I love my new hair.  It's fun and sometimes reminds me of the Cowardly Lion on the Wizard of Oz.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;Lovely, I get all comfy in bed and pop in a movie only to find out the disc is cracked.  BOOO!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;I really need to remember that my home computer monitor is NOT a touch screen like the one at work.  I want a touch screen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;This chronic back pain has got to go.  Sleeping on my stomach probably doesn't help.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;The new job is starting to piss me off.  Why'd you hire me if you weren't going to ever schedule me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;I've been thinking about  it and I think I need to look for a regular full time job.  I don't like  worrying about money.  I want to be at least a little comfortable.  I  want to know that I'll be getting a regular paycheck, instead of being  unsure how many hours I'll have this week or the next.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;Something is wrong.  I  don't like that I'm aware that something is wrong.  I have an idea about  what I need to do, but I'm still feeling really lost and disconnected.   Sometimes I just want to curl up in bed and cry.  It sucks monkey  balls.  I try to spend time out with friends in order to get out of my  head, but I'm tired.  I missy happy go lucky less stressed me.  Where is  she?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;I'm lonely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;But I have great and wonderful friends who care about me.  I'm glad for that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;"...hands down/I'm too  proud for love, but with eyes shut/it's you I'm thinking of/but how do  we move from A to B/it can't be up to me/cause I don't know/eye to  eye/thigh to thigh/I let go/I think I'm a little bit/little bit/a little  bit in love with you/but only if you're a little bit/little bit little  bit/ in la la la la love with me..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;OMG, what is with the  heat???  I should not have to have a fan in the window when it's cold  outside.  At least I don't pay for the heat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;Ugh...foiled again.  I'm never gonna be able to get the shoes I want.  *sigh*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;This wanting things and not being able to get them sucks.  Another reason I need a regular (better) job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;Must get to work on hats, scarves, cards, art pieces.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;Why am I having dreams about being pregnant.  Kind of scary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;Might possibly be getting a car soon.  Whooo ow!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;I miss writing/blogging.  I'll try to make it back here more often.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;I miss Dunkin Donut dates with Lesley too.  Soon?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;Time for change.  Time for progress.  Time for productivity.  Time to get things moving.  I can do it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;Sprint Mobile Broadband sucks ass.  I've got to find a solution to my internet problems.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-6215278747713761281?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/6215278747713761281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=6215278747713761281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/6215278747713761281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/6215278747713761281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-do-we-move-from-to-b.html' title='...how do we move from A to B...'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-3013133922990126731</id><published>2008-11-04T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:18:55.843-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>SHUT THE FUCK UP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I apologize for the lack of lists.  I couldn't log onto this site  from the library because it's blocked.  I do have a couple of lists on  my MySpace blog though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;TheFireFighter SAYS he wants to see me and take me out for pizza.  Right.  [I let him stop by, we did NOT go out for pizza.]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mmmmm...warm, toasty, heat paid apartment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fucking  smokers.  This is my air too.  Quit polluting it.  Why is my downstairs  neighbor's smoke some how filling into MY apartment.  Blech.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm kinda shitty with him right now.  He's probably really busy, but I'm still shitty with him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looong  ass work day AND it seems I've already offended one of my new coworkers  at my new job.  You say curvy, I say hippy.  Get over it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hi,  my name is Stephanie (Melissa's alter ego) I'm nice and kind of slutty.   [Yeah, I don't know.  I think I looked pretty damn good though.  Boobs  all out.]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boo at not having the shoes I ordered in stock, but still available for order online. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yay for Chewy Lemonheads and Friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woo hoo for three days off in a row. [It turned into two days so I could train at job 2.]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's time for crocheting.  Gimme yarn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm  not sure how long I'm gonna do this phone as a modem thing.  The  connection kind of sucks and it's REALLY slow.  I need speed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel like such an ass.  That is NOT my grandfather's name, it's my uncle's.  Stupid security question.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waking up every morning with my back in pain and hurting is NOT cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yeah, I think that crush is over.  Too many things I can see that aren't particularly my cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FUCK!   Abnormal test results mean I must go back for more testing.  :(  Me no  likey the hospital and it's not where I want to spend any of my two days  off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vote!  Vote!  Vote!  I voted two weeks ago.  So glad I did that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go  out tonight or don't go out tonight?  I think I shall stay in and rest  up.  The holiday season is upon us and I have things to make and do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SHUT THE FUCK UP.  I really wish I could poke my neighbor with a stick.  All that damn yelling and screaming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be lazy on my days off.  Anyone want to come do my laundry for me.  I won't make you wash my unmentionables.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"...I'm  realizing more and more that I'm less interested in sex for the sake of sex and more interested in the intimacy of having sex with someone that I have an emotional connection to."  Yeah, that's kind of how I'm  starting to feel.  There are days when sometimes all I want to do is the  dirty, but there seem to be a lot more days where I want to be held and  cuddled and wake up next to someone I connect with and then do the  dirty.  Does that come with age?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It seems like open  marriages/relationships keep coming up on talk shows and blogs lately.   And while I don't think I'm a jealous person, I'm not sure how I feel  about sharing.  Although I can't imagine just being with one person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anyone want to cuddle with me tonight?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-3013133922990126731?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/3013133922990126731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=3013133922990126731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3013133922990126731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3013133922990126731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/11/shut-fuck-up.html' title='SHUT THE FUCK UP!'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-2579928891882643264</id><published>2008-10-02T12:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:16:03.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you registered to vote?</title><content type='html'>Only a few days left to register...you're online right now...go do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in honor of my favorite shirt and the upcoming election, I created this shirt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.cafepress.com/product/312117450v3_350x350_Front_Color-White.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can buy it here:  &lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/isrm"&gt;http://www.cafepress.com/isrm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleaseandthankyou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  I hope to be back blogging again soon.  Work has been crazy (working nine and thirteen days straight and shit like that).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-2579928891882643264?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/2579928891882643264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=2579928891882643264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/2579928891882643264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/2579928891882643264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/10/are-you-registered-to-vote.html' title='Are you registered to vote?'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-7425976284357935988</id><published>2008-09-22T00:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:28:32.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>Fall Fun List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;sexy naughty monkey boots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;warm, fuzzy hoodies to cuddle in during the cool fall nights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;side gigs &amp;amp; extra moola&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;comfort&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;more money, more hours,  more clients, more work, more hugs, more kisses, more time enjoying the  company of friends, more lazy hours spent in bed with someone special,  more happiness, more love, more sneakers, more threadless tees, more  attractive men to flirt with, more dates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;inexpensive car with good gas mileage that runs well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;book club @ Front Page&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;donut dates @ Dunkin Donuts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;kick ass skateboard/long board&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;0g tunnels and spirals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;happiness for self and those around me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;time to give back&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;trip out of town&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;curly hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;flatter stomach and stronger back&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;custom chucks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;new ink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;spa day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;horizontal tango fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;someone special to enjoy the fall foliage with&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;affection&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;met needs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;neck kisses, back kisses,  long kisses, short kisses, soft kisses, cheek kisses, kissing in the  cool fall air, kissing in the sun, kissing before work, kissing after  dinner, kissing in bed, kissing in the car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;support&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;good health for those around me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Helvetica;"&gt;good thoughts and good actions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-7425976284357935988?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/7425976284357935988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=7425976284357935988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/7425976284357935988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/7425976284357935988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-fun-list.html' title='Fall Fun List'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-5202804307798398136</id><published>2008-09-21T00:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:30:35.797-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>A Mini Bucket List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="asset-content"&gt;             &lt;div class="asset-body preview-links"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm cheating on my listing...I grabbed this from another blog I read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 Things to do Before I Turn to Dust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn another language and use it successfully.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have and raise a child who contributes positively to society.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fall in love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend a week spoiling myself in various ways.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose 30 pounds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cook an entire meal from scratch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go on a week long cruise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend time with friends and family enjoying life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's your turn...and post a comment with a link to your list so I can read your list. pleaseandthankyou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-5202804307798398136?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/5202804307798398136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=5202804307798398136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/5202804307798398136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/5202804307798398136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/09/mini-bucket-list.html' title='A Mini Bucket List'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-8124885275869771555</id><published>2008-09-14T00:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:31:57.663-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>Where is everyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This list started over a month ago.  I'm a slacker.  Sorry.&lt;/strong&gt;  Dude seriously, you don't tell your supervisor that you just took a hit  off someone's joint while on your smoke break.  I don't care what you do  on your own time, but while your on the clock working with me...that's  not gonna fly.  Don't want anyone else talking to me? Get married?  Boy, stop.  You're  not allowed to say anything to me during sexy time anymore.  I have my own place!!!  Whoooo ow!  It's good to have a place to myself  that's MINE!  I can walk around naked.  *grins*  And have "company".   *winks*  And have dinner parties and good times.  AND peace and quiet.  Oh bed, how I've missed you.  I will never leave you again.  MUST. OBTAIN. FAN.   Oh so happy!!!  I have such GREAT and WONDERFUL friends.  Always on time.  Always there  when I need them.  Movies and a picnic at the IMA = fun...fun...fun...  My ex got married today.  *rubs arm* TheFelon is like the little brother I never wanted.  The  punching wars that ensue are quite entertaining at times.  We have fun  at work...throwing shoes at each other, sneaking up on each other,  getting people kicked out of the mall.  SHUT UP!!!  If I have to hear you talk about shopping for another minute  I'm going to stab you in the throat. It's okay for there to be quiet  whilst at work...read your book and quite complaining.  Why do I have so much lotion???  And to think I have a $10 off coupon  that I feel the need to use...but do I really need to?  NOT. AT. ALL.   Am I going to use it?  We'll see. [I didn't.  Smart budget decision.]  Isn't the point of being a delivery driver to drive yourself around?   Since when did it become okay for your mother to drive you around while  you deliver pizzas?    Why oh why is L-Shot running around at bars and hip hop shows...take  your pregnant ass home!  Grey: Barack Obama Crowd: Barack Obama Grey: Barack Obama Crowd: Barack Obama Grey: John McCain Crowd: *silence* *Grey falls and rolls on the floor laughing*  Hezekiah: I'm a scorpio and we do what we want. *thinks* Yeah we do.  Things might not always come out as we want them  to, but I guess that's just the nature of the beast.  Um...I think I just witnessed a drug deal out in front of my building.   Awesome.  Blackberry Jam w/ Jumbo Shrimp = CWAZY!!!  The jerks in the leasing office are really starting to get on my last  nerve.  Fix the damn faucet already, you fuckers.  This is ridiculous.  I'm still not completely unpacked yet.  I'm not sure I'll ever be.  And  where the fuck did all these damn clothes come from?  I hope I can sell  off most of them.  Otherwise Freecycle/Goodwill it will be.  I need new bras.  THAT ACTUALLY FIT.  I think my male friends have made it harder for me to find someone to  date.  Combined they all possess these great qualities that I appreciate  and compare others too.  They're always there when I need them and  leave me feeling very well loved and cared for.  [Part of the reason I'm  still in Indiana.]  Contacting corporate got my shower fixed.  Oh yeah baby.  Now all they  need to do is fill the damn holes they left and fix the other shit.    TheFireFighter is finally and officially not in my life anymore.  It was  hard to cut him out, but I did it.  I feel a little bad about it.  I  still have my doubts about telling him I didn't want him in my life.   I'm not sure it was the right thing to do.  It probably was for the  better.  He was just going to continue to disappoint and hurt me and I  definitely don't need that.  Worky, work, work, work.  It really is nice to have my own place and food in the fridge.  I know I  went from a studio to a 1 bedroom, but I had a lot of stuff in that  studio.  Why does my apartment feel so empty?  Oy, in a month and a half I'm going to be 29.  My last year in my  twenties.  Weird.  I so don't feel like I'm the age that I am.  Where  has all the time gone?  Where is everyone???  VERY full week ahead.  I can do it.  I'm gonna make it.  I apologize in  advance to anyone I'm a little bitchy too.  Working pretty much 13 days  straight is not very fun.  The pay check will look nice, but oy.  Really???  You're bitching about the the EXTRA hours we gave you.  We  couldn't just dole out hours all willy nilly.  There is a proper way to  do things.  Your bitching is only going to get you less hours when they  hire more people.  Is that REALLY what you wanted?  You really shouldn't  have gotten as many as you did.  Ugh...some people are just never happy  unless they're complaining about something.  ...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let  go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let  go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let  go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...  I'm already tired and the new week hasn't even started yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-8124885275869771555?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/8124885275869771555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=8124885275869771555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/8124885275869771555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/8124885275869771555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-is-everyone.html' title='Where is everyone?'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-2722638629919527847</id><published>2008-09-09T00:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:36:22.789-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>A Birthday Wish List</title><content type='html'>I will get back to regular listing shortly.  I've been busy working and I have a new apartment.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;My  birthday is a coming (you've got about a month and a half ;) ).  I'm  pretty easy to please, I usually just want to spend time with friends  celebrating and having fun.  But gifts always make it a little bit  sweeter.  A girl can dream can't she.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;New camera equipment&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Time will spent celebrating with friends&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Trip out of town, Chicago maybe?  Heck anywhere out of Indianapolis would be good at this point.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Strawberry Chicken Salad from Urban Element&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;New plugs, tunnels or spirals, 0g.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.auctionworks.com/hi/72/72059/dgp_fsl_v5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.auctionworks.com/hi/72/72059/hs-tri__pr_v6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Skateboard or a bike&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Any of the following from  Dunkin Donuts: a mini cheese pizza, grilled cheese flatbread sammich,  boston creme donut, coffee cool lata (the only way I'll drink coffee  pretty much).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;The Hello Kitty Fender in black with the matching guitar strap&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Sammich from Jimmy John's.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shoes.com/ProductImages/shoes_iaec1102709.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=12996460"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; wallet:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.30764406.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=12872165"&gt;These&lt;/a&gt; earrings:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_430xN.30363159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Bagels from Einstein Bagel Bros.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Winning Lottery Ticket&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Wii&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Dinner at Fogo de Chao or Maggiano's&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;One day where I get to be spoiled and get to do what &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; want to do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Plenty of hugs and cheek kisses.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Nike Air Structure Triax 91&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kicksonfire.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/nike-air-structure-triax-91-dark-oak-dark-oak-tar-mulberry-4-625x492.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Puma Screaming Hand&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kicksonfire.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/puma-first-round-screaming-hand-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Osaka Dunks&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hypebeast.com/image/2008/04/nike-japan-city-pack-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Dr. Feelgood Dunks&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sneakerfiles.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/nike-dunk-sb-dr-feel-good-main.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Pee Wee Herman Dunks&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.st12.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/yhst-22650461078071_2015_0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodie2u.com/mm5/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;amp;Store_Code=goodie2u&amp;amp;Product_Code=GT077W&amp;amp;Category_Code=girlst"&gt;I Shoot People&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.goodie2u.com/mm5/graphics/00000001/GT077W.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Photo shoot of me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Any one of these &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20style="&gt;http://www.threadless.com/?streetteam=chickenscratch"&gt;Threadless Tees in a girls XL.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20style="&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20style="&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.threadless.com//product/562/zoom.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20style="&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20style="&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.threadless.com//product/1397/zoom.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20style="&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20style="&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.threadless.com//product/1372/zoom.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20style="&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20style="&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.threadless.com//product/1420/zoom.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20style="&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20style="&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.threadless.com//product/831/zoom.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20style="&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20style="&gt;              &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20style="&gt;          &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20style="&gt;          &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="asset-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20style="&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="asset-meta asset-meta-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20style="&gt;             &lt;span class="asset-meta-comments no-comments item"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://makemeasandwich.vox.com/library/post/a-birthday-wish-list-1.html#comment-form"&gt;Post a comment&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-2722638629919527847?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/2722638629919527847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=2722638629919527847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/2722638629919527847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/2722638629919527847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-wish-list.html' title='A Birthday Wish List'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-8298435931016639826</id><published>2008-08-13T01:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T01:50:28.645-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worky work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life or Something Like It'/><title type='text'>*tries not to panic*</title><content type='html'>I've just been informed that I have two weeks to find a place to live.  *deep heavy sigh*  I knew this was coming but I didn't realize it would be so soon.  It's hard not to stress out.  Unfortunately I don't have enough income right now for an apartment so I'm looking for a job at the same time (I'm checking CraigsList multiple times a day to pick up a gig or two here and there).  Or quick ways to earn cash.  I currently have a loan listed on Prosper.com:  &lt;a href="http://www.prosper.com/lend/listing.aspx?listingID=380742"&gt;http://www.prosper.com/lend/listing.aspx?listingID=380742&lt;/a&gt; and hope that it will get funded.  This is tough.  If anyone knows of a way to earn some quick cash (that's legal and doesn't require nudity...okay I might actually be willing to do some nudity) please let me know.  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me or send out positive vibes or whatever it is you may do.  pleaseandthankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck pass on my loan link if you can...maybe someone will open their heart and even bid down the interest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-8298435931016639826?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/8298435931016639826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=8298435931016639826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/8298435931016639826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/8298435931016639826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/08/tries-not-to-panic.html' title='*tries not to panic*'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-1822352377488183578</id><published>2008-08-07T00:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:37:24.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You make a dude wanna fall in love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="asset-content"&gt;             &lt;div class="asset-body preview-links"&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A LONG list that's been marinating.  Basically I've been a little list lazy.  I'm thinking it's at least two or three weeks old.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Dickmatized...I am.  I have to get past it.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"You have to wait a little  a while before you can show someone your true self."  &lt;--- I'm not  sure how I feel about that statement. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;This situation effin' &lt;strong&gt;SUCKS&lt;/strong&gt;.  I mean really...it does. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Gotta get out of this funk!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"Just so you know, they don't serve Ding Dongs here."  Thanks Nick, I wasn't sure.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;J.Moore made a real good comment about eating Ding Dongs.  I wish I could remember it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I've heard quite a few  people say that their mate makes them want to do better and be a better  person and that's why they're with them.  I have a friend that makes me  want to do better and be a better person.  That seems kind of weird to  me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Going back and reading my other blog...I think I write pretty well at times.  I don't know why I doubt my writing skills.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I'm not sure what I'm doing other than torturing myself.  :(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;let go.let go.let go.let go.let go.let go.let go.let go.let go.let go.let go.let go.let go.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;When it's late and nice  out and I just need time to myself, I really want to walk home  sometimes.  I know it's not safe.  I'm thankful that I have friends that  care enough not to let me do it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;change.change.change.change.change.change.change.change.change.change.change.change.change.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;It &lt;strong&gt;HAS&lt;/strong&gt; to happening.  It's coming.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"...let the boys make  love/let me fuck ya from the back/hair pulling, hot wax/they won't do it  like that/they won't tie you by your wrist/and spank ya lil sexy bad  ass, cum quick/yeah I know you hard at work/yeah I know your boss a  jerk/you can come to the platter/tie you up with your skirt...girl gon'  lose your mind/let my dick touch your spine/cum four or five  times/southside bump-n-grind/young lady stand in line/but I wanna fuck  you/and all ya freaky dreams/I wanna make come true/like fucking on the  back porch/go on let it out..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I bet you can't tell what's been on my mind.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I had a potential client  cancel a shoot we had set up, my gut told me she didn't want to work  with me.  I was bored today and thought I'd check out her photos since I  noticed she had a new profile photo and low and behold it appears she  went with a photographer she actually questioned me about (I had nothing  to say since I didn't know them or their work).  I hate to say it...I'm  not the BEST photographer, but the images they gave her.   Eeesh...blurry, bad lighting and layouts and little creativity.  This  definitely makes me more confident in the work I do.  Now if only I  could figure out how to express that confidence...as I'm told I tend to  come off very humble at times.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Why is it when you smile at old people they still look at you all grumpy grumperson?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I'm having bouts of  wanting to settle down these days, but I really can't imagine what it'd  be like to be committed to one person.  I think I'm a little scared and  selfish, having to consider how my actions are going to make someone  else feel.  Actually I know I'm a bit scared, I have to get past/passed  that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Consistency.  Very much needed.  Doesn't need to be in romantic relationship form.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;You called at 330 just to  hear my voice?  Dude the only reason you should be calling me that late  is if you want have late night relations, I'm sleep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"You make a dude wanna fall in love."  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Asking to see my portfolio over lunch/dinner = &lt;strong&gt;LAME&lt;/strong&gt;.   Coffee...maybe.  Lunch/dinner sounds like you're trying to make a date  of it.  I don't think so...especially since your by dropped the ball and  said you've been trying to talk to me for months.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;It doesn't impress me when  men try to speak to me in tagalog.  I don't speak that language.  If  anything it just annoys me because I don't know what's being said.  Quit  showing off.  It's lame.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;It's been so long since we've talked on the phone.  I enjoy catching up and just talking.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Hi-effin-larious&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;He's kind of right, I do  sort of just drift along and go with the flow, which causes me to end up  in the situations I end up in.  I probably need to be more aware of  what's going on and gain a little more direction or who I might end up  doing something dumb.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;  sex.  Very much.  I forgot how much I really enjoyed it up until  recently (I think a six month hiatus makes you forget sometimes.  I  guess it's true, the more you get it the more you want it).  Partaking  in hot sweaty, oh god yes, sex...can I get some more of that.  Even when  there's no connection, let's just do this so we can both go on our  merry little way sex.  There hasn't been any make sweet love sex in a &lt;strong&gt;looong&lt;/strong&gt; time, but I bet that's pretty effin' good too.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-1822352377488183578?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/1822352377488183578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=1822352377488183578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/1822352377488183578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/1822352377488183578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-make-dude-wanna-fall-in-love.html' title='You make a dude wanna fall in love.'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-1145386168764366313</id><published>2008-08-04T01:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T02:02:10.633-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late night rendezvous&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Batman'/><title type='text'>Excuse me, what?</title><content type='html'>The other night Batman asked me if I was going to move in with him.  At first I thought, what the fuck?  Then I immediately responded with, I need my own room and you don't live convenient to where I work.  My way of saying no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the thing is Batman and I don't know each other THAT well.  We're friends, but we're not dating, well really I'm not sure what's going on between us other than that we rendezvous late at night and occasionally steal kisses when I think/hope no one is looking*.  I must've done something to him** and now he wants 24/7 access.  *shrugs*  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually anything said during or post sex in my book is null and void, because sometimes in the heat of the moment when the banging is oh god yes good you say something you might not mean to (or blurt out mean things when it's this was a waste I'd rather be filing grandma's toe nails bad).  This time I'm actually a little confuzzled though due to somewhat related things said and done when we were fully dressed and in an entirely different setting.  Yeah, I don't know.  It's probably best not to think about it and take it for what it was...a random request post sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*He once texted/called late at night because he claimed he wanted to hear my voice.  Not a good look, calling after midnight should only be done when it will result in a late night rendezvous. pleaseandthankyou.  Wanting to hear my voice can wait until the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I think the power of the P will have to be a separate post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-1145386168764366313?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/1145386168764366313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=1145386168764366313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/1145386168764366313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/1145386168764366313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/08/excuse-me-what.html' title='Excuse me, what?'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-8831478331799635585</id><published>2008-07-29T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T02:01:26.623-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late night rendezvous&apos;'/><title type='text'>Gettin' Some</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: This blog may be TMI.  I'm very open about sex and have no problem talking about it.  If you don't want to know certain aspects of my life I suggest you close out the window now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just reread this &lt;a href="http://www.singleblackmale.net/2008/06/02/id-rather-get-some-head/"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; from a blog on my blogroll and then just happen to come across the song below in my iTunes and just felt the need to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quite enjoy gettin' head, more so when my partner knows what he's doing (there's something to be learned from the song below and the comments of the post mentioned above).  I just don't get enough of it.  That's partially my fault though because I don't ask for it...as opposed to past partners who aren't shy about it.  My favorite thing though is when dude finishes giving and then looks at me and says, your turn.  My response, I'm sorry sir...I didn't ask you to do it, that was your choice.  I don't feel obligated to return the "favor".  This of course usually results in a pout, where I still don't give in.  If I'm giving head, it's because I want to.  Thankfully though there are quite a few men out there who just love to give head and don't ask for anything in return, but greatly appreciate when you do reciprocate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...there's more that can be discussed on this topic, but right now I've got to get to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Evening, Class &lt;br /&gt;I would like to welcome you &lt;br /&gt;To Pussy Eating 101 &lt;br /&gt;Pay close attention now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's rules and regulations to pleasin' a girl &lt;br /&gt;Goin' downtown could really rock her world &lt;br /&gt;But you gotta make sure that you know what you're doin' &lt;br /&gt;There's a map down there that you gotta start learnin' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, you gotta make sure you rehearse &lt;br /&gt;Move 'round your tongue like your tryin' to curse &lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's nothin' worse than a tongue that doesn't work &lt;br /&gt;Then your girl will be mad and youl feel like a jerk &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread out her lips before you kiss &lt;br /&gt;You wanna make sure that you find the clit &lt;br /&gt;Lick a little bit then move it all around &lt;br /&gt;Lick it all over 'til you hear her make a sound &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you know that you found a good spot &lt;br /&gt;Tease it and touch it, but not a lot &lt;br /&gt;Put your mouth on top, you're in control &lt;br /&gt;You can make it happen - fast or slow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lick it, better lick it right &lt;br /&gt;Touch it, better touch it right &lt;br /&gt;Kiss it, better kiss it right &lt;br /&gt;Do that pussy right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lick it, better lick it right &lt;br /&gt;Touch it, better touch it right &lt;br /&gt;Kiss it, better kiss it right &lt;br /&gt;Do that pussy right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be bland - better act creative &lt;br /&gt;Be on top of your game and be innovative &lt;br /&gt;Experiment a bit and change it up &lt;br /&gt;Lick a little lower then put it in her butt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you can place a finger inside &lt;br /&gt;Make sure that it's wet and easy to glide &lt;br /&gt;If she's really wet, and your finger slides, &lt;br /&gt;Try to put another one inside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you better still have your mouth on the clit &lt;br /&gt;You know you're doin' good if her legs twitch &lt;br /&gt;Then pick her up and set her on your face &lt;br /&gt;Pick a large area to give her some space &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She needs some room to place your mouth where she want it &lt;br /&gt;And let her ride your face like she's 'bout to cum on it &lt;br /&gt;The key to a girl's heart is goin' down south &lt;br /&gt;So come on everybody let her put it in your mouth! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lick it, better lick it right &lt;br /&gt;Touch it, better touch it right &lt;br /&gt;Kiss it, better kiss it right &lt;br /&gt;Do that pussy right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lick it, better lick it right &lt;br /&gt;Touch it, better touch it right &lt;br /&gt;Kiss it, better kiss it right &lt;br /&gt;Do that pussy right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your mouth do the talkin' and your tongue do the walkin' &lt;br /&gt;Work on your cardio, there is no stoppin' &lt;br /&gt;Get through the pain if your jaw locks &lt;br /&gt;You gotta be a soldier and don't stop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lick her and finger her at the same time &lt;br /&gt;Feel around the G-spot seek and you shall find &lt;br /&gt;Rup on that spot, lick on top &lt;br /&gt;You got to be coordinated, show her what you got &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you got that down, put your other hand around &lt;br /&gt;I have to be blunt and not profound &lt;br /&gt;Put your wet pinky finger in her asshole &lt;br /&gt;You're in three different places - it's time to go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pinky in her ass and your other in her hole &lt;br /&gt;Your tongue move fast like a drum roll... &lt;br /&gt;If your girl can't come this way, &lt;br /&gt;I guess she's not ready, come back another day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lick it, better lick it right &lt;br /&gt;Touch it, better touch it right &lt;br /&gt;Kiss it, better kiss it right &lt;br /&gt;Do that pussy right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lick it, better lick it right &lt;br /&gt;Touch it, better touch it right &lt;br /&gt;Kiss it, better kiss it right &lt;br /&gt;Do that pussy right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lick it, better lick it right &lt;br /&gt;Touch it, better touch it right &lt;br /&gt;Kiss it, better kiss it right &lt;br /&gt;Do that pussy right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lick it, better lick it right &lt;br /&gt;Touch it, better touch it right &lt;br /&gt;Kiss it, better kiss it right &lt;br /&gt;Do that pussy right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-8831478331799635585?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/8831478331799635585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=8831478331799635585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/8831478331799635585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/8831478331799635585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/07/gettin-some.html' title='Gettin&apos; Some'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-4788885186869344365</id><published>2008-07-23T17:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:35:02.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>So this post is old...well a couple of weeks at least.  I FINALLY got my drivers license.  Yay!!!  I overcame that fear and let go of the added stress and made the appointment to take the driving test and passed.  The goal McDishes had set for me was July 4th and I'm sure I could've taken the test around then, but I procrastinated and didn't make the appointment in time and ended up taking it a week later.  It's okay though.  I have my drivers license and that's all that matters.  I'm so proud of myself and a lot of my friends who understand how much of a struggle this was for me are proud of me too.  And it feels great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have a great desire to own a car right now, BUT I am being a responsible adult and have started to put away money from each paycheck towards a car.  There's still gas and insurance too, which I'm not really looking forward too.  I'm not sure how people do it.  Can't I just buy a bicycle and call it a day?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being able to drive is going to open a lot of doors...eventually.  I can't wait.  I think I might have to rent a car one weekend just for fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-4788885186869344365?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/4788885186869344365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=4788885186869344365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/4788885186869344365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/4788885186869344365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-4355793640846203023</id><published>2008-07-23T00:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:38:28.386-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>Fancy Hamster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="asset-content"&gt;             &lt;div class="asset-body preview-links"&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Tuesday (of last week):&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I think my paycheck is still fucked up.  Not cool dude, not cool.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I be'd an adult today and  did NOT buy those dunks that I really want.  I gotta get on it so I can  gets them next go around.  Anyone wanna be my sugar daddy?  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;It's nice to be able to grow out my nails again.  All nice and long.  Good for scratching.  Not so good for typing speedily.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I need this t-shirt:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodie2u.com/mm5/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;amp;Store_Code=goodie2u&amp;amp;Product_Code=GT077W&amp;amp;Category_Code=girlst"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.goodie2u.com/mm5/graphics/00000001/GT077W.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Who wants to buy it for me?  Pretty please?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"I'll eat a Ding Dong." - Me, really wanting a cupcake, but Ding Dongs were the only option.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Of course our perverted selves giggled hysterically at that one.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Smoochies?  Um no my dear I  said okie dokie.  See that's what you get for calling at 5-something  your time.  I don't mumble, I'm just sleep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;OMG...my coworker doesn't  know how to STFU.  It's okay to be working with someone and not have to  be talking every single minute.  Silence is GOLDEN!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;If you haven't heard...I'm  pretty much awesome!!!  A portion of a photo I took made the cover of  the Nuvo (the whole photo is on the inside.  Woo hoo!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;It's so weird to not have my ring on.  I feels naked.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Bum: Can I get some alcohol...some love...between your legs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Me: *shakes head in disbelief* &lt;em&gt;did he really just???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*points to chest* Milk, milk.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*points to crotch* Lemonade.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*points to booty* Around the corner...fudge is made.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;...change...change...change...change...change...change...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;...relax...relax...relax...relax...relax...relax...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...let go...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;It's going to be okay.  It's okay to let go and let people in.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;It was nice to get all  fancy hamster for once, too bad the venue sucked donkey balls.  Cash  bar, expensive drinks, it smelled like fish and chicken (which they were  serving).  Oy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Happy 30th Birthday J-Me!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Rocco and I have come to  agreement.  When he becomes a celebrity, we'll get married and then  after 6 months we'll get divorced due to HIS extramarital affairs.  Sure  works for me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;My phone is being weird  again.  I deleted a sent text message weeks ago and every time I send a  new text message it reverts back to this old deleted message.   Weird...weird...weird.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Sometimes I just wanna hug OldManFirefighter.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Really dude, you wanna just walk by and barely say hi and NOT give me a hug.  Okay dude.  I got you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;My goodness...please put some clothes on.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Thirty minutes waiting for  someone to serve me = I'm not coming back.  Ya'lls won't last long,  just like the last place didn't last that long.  Fuckers...I just wanted  something to eat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Some time this week:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Working on a Sunday sucks!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Dude...holding me close, whispering in my ear, rubbing on my leg and booty AND THEN sending me back to my friend.  Not cool.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Nice to know even when I'm  a hot sweaty mess in my work clothes that this man is still impressed  with me.  I feel beautiful and wonderful.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"Dick is addictive." &lt;---at least good dick is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I think I pass the &lt;a href="http://www.verysmartbrothas.com/the-v-test/"&gt;test&lt;/a&gt;.  Do you?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"...kill yourself, resuscitate yourself, and kill yourself again..."  *rolls on floor laughing*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;It bugs the shit out of me  that KOOL keeps sending me junk mail, I don't know how I got on their  mailing list, especially since I don't smoke.  BUT, the Xeos speakers  they sent me are pretty effin' cool.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"...Sex became a coping  mechanism.  I found myself only engaging in sex because I was lonely.  I  hated being alone some nights.  It was easy for me to pick up the phone  and call someone.  Usually, I didn't want to be doing it and just went  through the motions.  Sex only proved to me that I was liked and that  men found me attractive.  It was my value system; sex made me feel  worthy..." -Terrance Dean &lt;em&gt;Hiding in Hip Hop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bigeyedeer.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/graf.gif?w=500&amp;amp;h=402" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I hate to say that I kind  of relate to some of what he's saying; my current theory being that  everyone wants to fuck the Asian chick, but no one wants to date her.   It sucks.  It needs to change.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Okay, not have a car or access to a car officially SUCKS!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I love noodles and cheese.  Mmm...mmm...mmm...bitches.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"Lighten up and don't let the weight of the world get you down."  &lt;--- yes indeed.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-4355793640846203023?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/4355793640846203023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=4355793640846203023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/4355793640846203023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/4355793640846203023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/07/fancy-hamster.html' title='Fancy Hamster'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-5359936844672817479</id><published>2008-07-14T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:42:51.057-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>I PASSED THE DRIVING TEST!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="asset-content"&gt;             &lt;div class="asset-body preview-links"&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"...if you admire someone/you should go ahead and tell'em/people never get the flowers/while they can still smell'em..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I need to work on that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Dunkin Donuts hasn't even  been open two weeks and some of the staff already recognizes me when I  come in.  It's quite ridiculous and shameful.  But I *heart* donuts and  now the tasty little mini pizzas the have.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I really need to start eating at home more.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"always on time"  &lt;--- I  wrote that, but can't remember what it pertains to.  Sometimes I make  notes and if I don't get back to them in a reasonable amount of time I  have no clue what they mean.  *shrugs*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;ACTUALLY&lt;/strong&gt;  laid down, relaxed and watched TV last night.  The only time I'm ever  really able to sit still long enough to relax and watch more than 10  minutes of TV is when someone else is sitting with me.  Otherwise I  constantly get up to go do something.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"Your photography sopunkin turns me ON...i wanna bone!"  Such lovely comments on my BUSINESS page.  I have such great friends.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Another unproductive morning/afternoon.  I'm not really sure what I should've been doing, but I'm sure there was something.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I really need to figure out my priorities.  That'll have to be another list.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;There is so much that I want right now.  Material things, emotional and physical needs.  It's tough.  That's another list too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I want my driver's  license, but have no real desire to own a car and all the headaches that  go along with it.  I'd rather have a bicycle.  Low maintenance. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;This waking up early to be to work at "normal" hours &lt;strong&gt;SUCKS&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I'm going to have a few photos published in the Nuvo!!!  Yay!  Watch for them.  I also earned me a couple of free meals.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Quickies are quite lovely.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Dinner company this  evening was quite nice.  How do you ask a gentleman to dinner or to hang  out without him thinking your interested in him in anything other than  friendship?  He's a nice guy, I wouldn't mind just hanging out with  him.  But from a previous interaction, I think he might be interested in  something more.  Dang it...I'm so damn charming sometimes.  *winks*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Nike samples...in my size...hmmm.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Les keeps telling me I need to create a blog about my bus adventures...so I did.  You can read them &lt;a href="http://debaucheryonboard.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Enjoy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I PASSED THE DRIVING TEST.  I GOT MY DRIVER'S LICENSE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;The woman kept telling me  to breath.  I screwed up a few things, most likely from nervousness, but  I passed.  *huge sigh of relief*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;No fireworks.  :(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;This humidity is killing me.  I love the warm summer sun, but man.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;When I work on the weekends I forget the days of the week.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Rain, rain...go away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;There's Com trying to get folks drunk again.  Not this time dude.  Not this time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I had the ORIGINAL winning  number tonight for the raffle for the Rick Ross concert tickets.  I did  NOT claim the prize.  WTF am I going to do with Rick Ross tickets?  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Sweaty hugs don't bother me when they come from certain people.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I want him.  I don't know why, but I do.  *deep heavy sigh*&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-5359936844672817479?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/5359936844672817479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=5359936844672817479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/5359936844672817479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/5359936844672817479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-passed-driving-test.html' title='I PASSED THE DRIVING TEST!!!'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-1165032425288553546</id><published>2008-07-07T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T16:21:30.197-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>"...want to be loved..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="asset-content"&gt;             &lt;div class="asset-body preview-links"&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;das Wochenende&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Yeah trying to go from 6g  to 4g after only two weeks without the help of a professional  piercer...not a good idea.  *winces in pain*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Patience nerd.  Patience.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"...for you I'd do  anything/even if it means I let you go/never know what you mean to  me/'cause I never let my feelings show/thought this crush was just a  game/now I know that this is very real/way I feel may not ever  change/the fantasy of you with me surreal/what am I to do/this heart of  mine is blue/just can't get...over you/how can I move/the thought of you  so strong/just can't get over you/'cause every now I think I'm  crazy/even ever to try to make you mine/can't you see this is killing  me/to know deep down inside I'm not your kind/silly dreams lead me right  to you/where you hold me tight/treat me right/love me like you  loooove/love to be loved/want to be loved/the one and only me/just can't  get/how.../what am I to do..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I really hope I get to see him this go around.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;The Circle is full of  debauchery and tomfoolery on Saturday nights.  It's really great for  people watching.  I'd love to sit here on a warm night with him and  cuddle/hold hands and silently enjoy his company and watch.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I feel like I'm still on the verge of tears.  Like it's still marinating inside.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;When I sit back and take a  look around I often feel like I'm the last single girl left of all my  female friends.  It's not true.  I'm not.  But that's how it feels a lot  of the time.  Heck even my co-workers have someone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Who's going to help me cross something off of my &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=17345620&amp;amp;blogID=407517870"&gt;Summer List&lt;/a&gt;?  And what's it gonna be.  I think I've made some good progress so far.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;There are a lot of nights I  should keep my butt at home and be productive and/or just chill out.   But I can't help myself.  It gets lonely at home and sometimes a little  suffocating.  I'd rather be out.  Plus it's summer and oh so nice.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;People do some bizarre ish  to their cars.  And this is just a regular Saturday night.  I can't  imagine what Expo weekend is going to look like.  I might have to bring  my camera out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I think I might be afraid  of love and I wonder if I'll EVER be able to let go enough to fall in  love and let someone love me back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*sigh, sniffle, weep*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Give me consistency.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;That dude has the right  idea.  A plain ol' bicycle with a motor.  Peddle if you want to,  probably don't even NEED a license for that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I want to be wealthy and recognized, but I don't want to be famous.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*waits patiently to see what Grey has done with the photos from the shoot yesterday*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I'd wear more dresses if I could find ones that fit properly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;It's amusing when you're  sitting alone and you catch someone doing something and you look over  and the person next to you caught the same thing and you glance at each  other and smile/laugh at what is sort of like a little secret you now  share.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I quite enjoy reading at bars.  Yes, I'm a nerd and I'm okay with that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Com is just not right.  He  gets everyone effed the eff up...and then dips.  Come on dude, that's  not cool.  A shot and a beer is good enough.  You don't need to add a  mixed drink on top of that.  No means no.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;The highlights of the  night of course are: a) Rocco putting up such a fight getting into the  car that they threw him into the trunk and b) Grey hopping out of the  car and running to hide behind a tree when I got dropped off because he  thought they were going to let Rocco out of the trunk and he didn't want  to be around when that happened.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Oh what a night!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;No hangover!  I get faded  easy, but I come down quick.  My skin felt like it was on fire, but my  teeth were chattering because I felt a little cold on the inside.  I'm  thinking no more drinking for the rest of the summer and if there is  any...I'm sticking to beer/cider.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Mmmmm...garlic fries from Boogie Burger.  Who knew potatoes could taste so good?  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I WON THE LOTTERY!!!  Okay so it was only $5, but I still won.  I even told the cashier I was going to win.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Magic. *winks*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I had a great time hanging out with Les in Broadripple.  Fun and relaxing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;If I could put as much  time and effort into myself, projects and my business as I do BSing  around the house I'd be one successful and productive mother effer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Ugh...checking out my  brother's MySpace page just to see how he's doing and then seeing photos  of him brought me back to what he'd done to me.  And now I'm just  disgusted and angry.  I could've done without that for the night.  I &lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt; that idiot.  Yes, I said hate.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*weeps*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;The 4th of July is OVER...knock it off with the firecrackers already you bastards.  I'm trying to relax/sleep/etc.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;The beginning to a long work week.  Let's put on a happy face and make the best of it.  Yes?&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-1165032425288553546?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/1165032425288553546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=1165032425288553546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/1165032425288553546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/1165032425288553546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/07/want-to-be-loved.html' title='&quot;...want to be loved...&quot;'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-6347136822294468199</id><published>2008-07-05T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T16:20:31.317-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>...'cause I would give anything...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="asset-content"&gt;             &lt;div class="asset-body preview-links"&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Well isn't that a lovely surprise.  But uh...there are about 9 hours missing.  Please fix immediately.  Thank you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oddmusic.com/gallery/om24550.html"&gt;AWESOMENESS!&lt;/a&gt;  I wanna visit.  Who's coming with me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;The name calling texts always make me giggle and smile.  And always when I seem to need it most.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Girl dates are awesome fun.  After three drinks she didn't even try to get handsy with me or anything.  *laughs*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I keep wanting to blog  about specific things.  BLOG, blog, not list blog.  This focus thing is  always a bit difficult for me. My mind always wanders and I get  sidetracked and distracted and then a week later the thought is  forgotten.  *deep heavy sigh*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I try to write things down often, but they still get lost at the wayside.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muxtape.com/"&gt;MUXTAPE&lt;/a&gt;.   I like discovering/rediscovering music in ways like this.  Listening to  music I might not listen to otherwise.  Check, check, check it out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"...and for you I'd keep  my legs apart/and forget about my tainted heart/and I will never ever be  the first/to say it/but still I/yes you know I..I..I../I would do  it/push a button/pull a trigger/climb a mountain/jump off a cliff/'cause  you know baby/I love you love you a little bit/I would do it, I would  say it/I would mean it, we could do it/it was you and I and if only I/I  think I'm/a little bit, a little bit/a little bit in love with you/but  only if you're a little, a little bit, little/in lo-lo-lo-lo-love with  me/come here, stay with me/stroke me by the hair/'cause I would give  anything, anything/to have you as my man..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Rain, rain go away.  I have some work I need to do today.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I try not to be such a  complainer, but sometimes it's hard to let go of even just the little  things.  There's already enough negativity in the world, I don't need to  add to it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Worky, work, work, work.  It's going to be a looong week.  Looong.  But the paycheck will be nice and fat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Always be prepared.  I had fun working with Grey today making him splash in the puddle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Crying in public sucks.  I  try not to do it, but sometimes all the bottled up feelings of  frustration, irritation, loneliness, fear along with who knows what else  gets to be too much.  And at the most inopportune times.  I tried my  best to hide it, but my face always has to tell on me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*deep heavy sigh*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;But...it's then when I'm reminded that there ARE people out there who care about me and love me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Thanks dude...those hugs really helped.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Why do some dudes always have to bring up how I shot them down?  Especially when I'm having no luck at the game myself?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Go away headache.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-6347136822294468199?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/6347136822294468199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=6347136822294468199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/6347136822294468199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/6347136822294468199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/07/cause-i-would-give-anything.html' title='...&apos;cause I would give anything...'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-2033936521355092148</id><published>2008-06-30T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T00:46:55.139-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>Can I Rob Him?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="asset-content"&gt;             &lt;div class="asset-body preview-links"&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I  quit Job 1 today.  I had to.  I know I was an ass about it, but I knew  if I didn't do it the way that I did BossLady No. 1 would some how  convinced me to just work one day a week or one day a month or something  or other.I just couldn't do it anymore.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I feel like I let him down.  I shouldn't though, I had to do what is best for me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Oy another heart episode.   I haven't had one of these in forever.  I'm not sure what's worse a  lady doctor visit or a heart episode.  It's like someone has there had  wrapped around your heart and they are squeezing very hard and very  fast.  No bueno.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Working the two jobs was  turning me into an asshole and I noticed that I was starting to drink  more than I normally did.  I wasn't getting very much rest either.   Tired Me = Cranky Hose Beast Me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Happy Me is back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;It was nice of TheMC to  take me to lunch/dinner.  He's really not the douche bag people seem to  think he is...at least not to me.  *shrugs*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"Can I rob him?"  *laughs* That's so sweet, you can rob him.  Just hold him down so I can punch in the face and/or balls.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;So...apparently my eyes  change color?  I don't know.  I guess today they were a lovely light  brown as opposed to a darker brown.  I think it's the light.  But  whatever, I just hope that wasn't your lame attempt to hit on me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I can't help but sway to J. Dilla's - So Far to Go.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Walking the &lt;strong&gt;32&lt;/strong&gt;  blocks home was kind of nice.  It was quiet, which I would expect at  2AM.  I'm not tired and do not feel sore at all.  Probably not one of  the safer things I've done, but sometimes I just need me time.  And I  can be stubborn.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Why milk, WHY?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Oh so comfy jeans and tees and sneakers.  How do I love thee?  (And quite nice that I can wear them to work and be more of me.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"...as long as you know  who you are/and what you're about/nothing they can say can shake your  pride/and make you doubt/the beauty you have in you/and when they give  attitude/you can tell them like this/say, I'm beautiful and special/and I  think it's about time to tell you this/I'm gonna be the best me/that I  know how to be..."  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Dang Wet T-Shirt Contest  was cancelled.  I was ready.  I had on my white tee and everything.   *sigh*  Maybe next week.  I could use that $100 prize.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I flip flop between who I want/like.  But I know who really holds that spot.  Moving on.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"...she ask me can I do the Laffy Taffy/I said I do to make the pussy happy..."  *rolls on floor laughing*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Sitting here waiting for  this new potential client has me mucho nervous.  I'm not even this  nervous when I go on interviews.  I can do this.  She already seems  impressed with my work.  This is going to be easy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Okay I'm a little irritated that she's late.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;It's funny how women  (people) see themselves compared to how others see them.  A skinny women  sees herself as fat when well she's not.  It's crazy how our minds  work.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;There's something about the smell of sunblock that I love in the summer.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"...please baby  don't/don't fall in love with me/please baby don't/you know my  history/see honey I/I'm just trying to warn you/please baby don't fall  in love with me/I've been cruisin down this road for awhile now/I should  tell the truth/girl you've so good to me but I know/I'm no good for  you/you should run while you can/find yourself a better man/cause I'm  know for brief romance/and break hearts across the land...please baby  don't/don't fall in love with me...now on second thought maybe we'll  give/this love another try/cause I can't see you with no one else/I'm  selfish I can't lie/so let's go, let's go slow/you know all you need to  know/it could end on day but/let's just say we'll see how far it  goes..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;You're such and ass.  I'm  sooo sorry I don't fit into the little box you've put me in or believe I  belong in.  I've gauged my ears, I want to learn how to skateboard, I  like sneakers, I'm getting MORE ink.  It's not a new trend.  I'm not  following the crowd.  It's a been a part of who I am.  You really don't  know me.  I really don't know why I allow you to take up any of my  time.  *throws hands up in frustration*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Oh my...how that lady  travels on the bus with newborn twins and another set of twins under 4  is amazing to me.  I will take my children one at a time  pleaseandthankyou.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I want a cheeseburger.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Time for change.  I need  to do something with this hair.  I'm either cutting it all off or  getting a perm.  Either way something needs to happen.  Blah.  Stupid  hair.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Two weeks until I take the driving test.  Let's hope I can get these road bumps figured out before hand.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;From now on we don't talk  about bad dates.  We don't even acknowledge them or give them anymore  thought.  That's bad mojo.  *smiles*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Awww...my little gay boy won't be working at AE anymore...well not the AE downtown, they transferred him out to Columbus.  :(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;JT is the best...she wakes  up and cooks us biscuits, grits, eggs and bacon (of which I don't  partake in, but do enjoy the smell).  What could be better than that?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I feel so naked without my ring.  How could I forget it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Look lady, you're here in  the US, where we speak ENGLISH.  Don't look at me like I'm crazy because  I have have no idea what you're saying.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Wow, the way these young  girls treat these boys and vice versa makes me not want to have kids.   And if I do they will be in the house...ALL THE TIME.  Geez.  The things  that come out of theirs mouths.  We most definitely didn't talk to each  other like this when we were teenagers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Work was pretty effin'  awesome today.  The night could end with more awesomeness if I get to  make out with someone or get some naughty lovin'.  [The night ended with  more awesomeness, very unexpected, but quite pleasant, but how which  did I get? *winks*]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;SPICY.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Gas is $4.xx/gallon.  Why  is it cool to waste that driving around the circle?  You don't look  cool.  You look dumb...and lame.  *shakes head*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Happy, happy, happy.  People can tell I'm A LOT happier.  It's loverly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Talking to Lucky Rex about  sex...kind of weird.  I'm not a freak.  I'm just adventurous.  Don't  worry, I'm safe.  My face does not want to see the palm or backside of  your hand.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;It probably IS pretty  obvious when I like someone, I gotta work on my poker face.  And I'm not  embarrassed to admit that I wonder what Action Jackson's package looks  like.  I mean come on, with a women our goods are clearly visible and  what's not well you pretty much know what you're getting, but with a man  you never know what you're getting.  Him in those tight jeans and a  very noticeable bulge...I'm curious.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Wow...just...wow!  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Sleep, sleep, sleepy, sleep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Wow...now THEY'RE calling  from their cell phones.  Explains why this man's wife was wondering who I  was and why my number was in his phone.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-2033936521355092148?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/2033936521355092148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=2033936521355092148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/2033936521355092148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/2033936521355092148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-i-rob-him.html' title='Can I Rob Him?'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-3129234643731677035</id><published>2008-06-23T00:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T00:46:03.806-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>Kiss me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="asset-content"&gt;             &lt;div class="asset-body preview-links"&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOME TIME LAST WEEK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;More compliments regarding my skills this morning and from an unexpected source at that.  Time to book another session.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I need some Kinder Eggs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I have never wanted bigger  feet in my life.  Why can't the shoes I want come in my size???  Foiled  again.  Not in my size.  I'm thinking none of what I want is meant to  be.  Signs maybe?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Idiot/douche bag manager.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Dude you're trying to hard  and mentioning anything that has to do with commitment is no bueno. Big  ol' red flags homie.  It's going to be over before it even started.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"This is how you like it,  right?" -Boss Lady No. 3 to Boss Lady No. 1 (I knew what was going on,  but my mind immediately went to the perverted place it does.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;People keep telling me I  look like I've lost some weight.  I wouldn't really know of course since  I haven't weighed myself in a few months.  But I suppose it's possible.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I don't mind helping out friends with lunch or moving or whatever.  I've been &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; blessed this year with a place to lay my head that I want to give back any way I can.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I wasn't expecting to see &lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt; out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Great minds think alike.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Why does everyone seem to think I've got something going on with ________?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIiTU5fyphE"&gt;Amy, Amy, Amy...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;So he thinks I have a pretty face.  I know a lot of folks dig the body, but I'm never sure about the face.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;TheFireFighter ACTUALLY  came through when he said he would and then even took me out to lunch.   *almost faints from shock*  It was pretty nice and I'm glad we got to  spend some time together.  I'm still keeping my distance as not to be  disappointed yet again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I'm thankful for my  friendship with McDishes.  He pushes me.  When I look back to where I  was and where I am now and think about the people who've supported and  encouraged me, he's always on the list.  I'm also thankful for  Import/Export, TheMC, JT and everyone else who've opened up my eyes to  see how great I am and can be.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Please don't tell me what I  can and can't do.  Or at least put it in a way that doesn't sound like  you're telling me what to do.  Make it sound like you're giving me  advice.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;My ears throb...and itch...but I skipped 8g and went straight to 6g bitches.  I'm almost there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Ha...so now I'M an asshole.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Who the EFF is calling me  from a PRIVATE number at 11PM?  Leave an EFFIN message.  I'm not  answering and if I do, you're not getting the standard greeting.  I'm  not telling you who I am.  And no I don't know who your husband  is...hmmm.  Someone's fucking around on the phone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;It's funny to see folks out acting silly when you're used to seeing them quiet and reserved.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Stupid kid...I know you  were just trying to cop a feel when you "bumped" into me.  Your ass is  lucky I was working.  That definitely deserved a smack upside the head.   Get the fuck out of here with that shit.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;See all that cussing.  Oy.  Must get in under control.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Ah yes, the joys of  working in the mall on a Saturday night.  Did anyone else catch on the  news the fight at the mall?  Gotta love the teenagers who don't know how  to act right.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I almost fell asleep in the park...at night.  No bueno.  It was so nice out though and the breeze was quite loverly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I *heart* when my "fiance" plays my song.  *rolls on floor laughing*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"...let go/and let me live  inside you/what your mouth don't say/baby your thighs do/I want us to  arrive together/I love it when the weather/is wet and sticky/some depict  me/as being conscious/yeah I use my head/it was you who fed/my appetite  for seduction/biting and cussing making love and uh/touching where no  one has ever touched before/the heat go you open like an oven  door/because of your innocence/even more you'll remember this/hardcore  gentleness/before you wasn't into this/on the ride your freak became  limitless/holding on to the night and me tight/as we write on the  walls/a story called go/you have come so far/you've got so far to go..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;This thing with TheMC...it  comes and goes.  I appreciate it his friendship...I like him...but I  don't.  Eh.  Whatever.  I've got other ish to worry about.  I've pretty  much put him in the friend box.  It's easier that way.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;What I really want from ThePromoter and TheFireFighter is the affection.  Kiss me, hold me, spend a little quiet time with me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I think I've become a little detached lately.  Which probably explains why I've been such an asshole.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Man oh man...this libido needs to be put in check.  I'm ready to tear someone's clothes off.  Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I'm in want to have fun and date land...but some days want to be in love.  *weeps*  I'm so torn.  I need balance...consistency.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I've been wanting to tell  friends that I love them, but I can't physically get the words to come  out of my mouth.  I'm really good at saying them in my head though.  I  love you guys.  Just so you know.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Wednesday at The Living Room Lounge: Wet T-Shirt Contest...$100 prize.  I'm game...that's easy money.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Okay so my friends think  I'm too smart to do things of that nature.  I would have to say they are  probably right.  But what have I got to lose?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I've been really kissy lately.  Kiss me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Pimpin...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"She doesn't have anger management issues, she has anger issues she don't manage." -Grey about me after I've had a drink.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I tend to get a little belligerent...and sometimes I want to fight people.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS WEEK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;The photo looks awesome framed.  I'm pretty geeked.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;NO NO NO NO NO I can't  come in at 9PM after I get off at the other job, especially if you  expect me to come in the next morning.  I AM NOT available to work after  2PM for you.  Quit calling me.  I'm so very ready to quit that job.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Wow, this dude...I can't  believe it.  Details said I had a fucked the fuck up attitude and then  said called me a broke bitch.  Really?  Okay so yes I've been an asshole  lately, but is that really how you want to put it?  I won't lie...it  did sting a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-3129234643731677035?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/3129234643731677035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=3129234643731677035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3129234643731677035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3129234643731677035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/06/kiss-me.html' title='Kiss me.'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-625191857927606416</id><published>2008-06-20T00:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:34:16.352-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>Summer Love: A List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's a new season, which means it's time for a new list of wishes. If you put it out there and put out the effort, it comes back to you. I believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;love and affection&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;someone special to enjoy summer activities with&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;someone special to just enjoy chillin' with&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;day or two to just be&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;authentic pair of Dr. Feelgood Dunks in a 6.5 (MENS)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;kick ass skateboard (possibly a long board)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;lots of naughty wink wink nudge nudge&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;place to call home&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY&lt;/b&gt; driver's license&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;warm summer nights at Front Page, Urban Element, Coaches, Tip Top Tavern, etc. spent with friends&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;meeting new people, good people&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;big, fat check in the mail where the only stipulation is that I have to spend it on &lt;b&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;inexpensive car the runs well&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;vacation out of state (road trip)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;long bear hugs and cheek kisses&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;loads of love and affection&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;long girly dresses&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;lunch with Les in Broadripple &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;encouragement&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;sexy heels&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;acceptance&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;met needs&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;new clients&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;have &lt;b&gt;ANOTHER&lt;/b&gt; print bought&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;positive thoughts and positive actions&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;new new job&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;more hours at current jobs&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;consistency&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;thoughtful words, messages, talks, text messages&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;happiness and success for those around me (my people are doing it big)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;lunch dates, dinner dates, breakfast dates&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;monthly pedicure&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;relaxing back massage and scratch&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;new ink&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;kissing in the rain, kissing on the couch, kissing in the sun, kissing in the car, kissing in the bed, sneaking kisses, soft kisses, cheek kisses, friendly kisses, nose kisses, neck kisses, not so wet kisses&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;happy surprises&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;time well spent on me&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;lots of laughing, lots of smiling&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;slimmer figure&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;nice even tan&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;support for the decisions I make&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;good advice&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;good health for me and those around me&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;an ear to listen&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica"&gt;movie nights with friends&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-625191857927606416?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/625191857927606416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=625191857927606416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/625191857927606416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/625191857927606416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-love-list.html' title='Summer Love: A List'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-6088400142960632635</id><published>2008-06-16T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T22:10:09.971-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>I most definitely could've accidently fallen in lust.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="asset-content"&gt;             &lt;div class="asset-body preview-links"&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Mmmmm...strawberry festival...so very worth it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Dude made me blush &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; smile super hard.  He's young and doesn't exactly fit my mold, but I'll give him a chance.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;It's all about taking chances...in life and in love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;What???  No more moist cheek kisses.  *pouts*  Fine then, I'm gonna continue to be an inappropriate ass grabber.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Sometimes I just need  someone else to validate all the craziness that's going on in my head.   (Legitimate crazy, not mad woman crazy.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"I haven't got a clue if  you're the one/but I like you/and ooh I like how you make me feel/I  wanna do this right/don't wanna waste this night/but I'm  drowning/drowning in your love/bring me flowers/and talk for hours/and  ooh I like you/and ooh I like how you make me feel/kiss my face/your  warm embrace/and ooh I like you/and ooh I like how you make me feel/I'm a  little scared to hold you close/cause I just might never ever let you  go..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I went for about 20 hours  without eating and didn't really realize it until I got to work.  I  scarfed down a slice of pizza in about 4 minutes.  I know it's not good  to go that long without eating and I hate to say I "forget" to eat, but  sometimes I just don't feel hungry and don't eat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Awww, she blew me a kiss.  Kids can be quite adorable at times.  That made my day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"..could it be the world's  gone colder/maybe I'm losing soul/the more I try it just gets  harder/and my pain is getting old/somebody said that nothing lasts  forever/just the store so I've been told/but it seems that when it rains  it pours/and you know the rain won't last forever/and you know the  storm won't always flow/but if the sun don't shine forever/you gotta let  it go/somtimes my burdens get so heavy/and it seems to hard to  bear/somtimes I feel so empty/and it feels like no one's there/somebody  said that nothing lasts forever/just the storm so I've been told/but it  seems that when it rains it pours..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Thin hoodies make great neck scarves.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Who the fuck are these people and why do they think they can rap?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I need to be on MrGreen's level.  Three pairs of shoes in one day?  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;One day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;My cussing has gotten a little out of control these days.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;There's something a little  romantic/intimate/I don't know about sending texts to someone across a  crowded room (or even while you're sitting next to each other).  Waiting  for the other person to get your text and watching their face as they  read it.  The laughing, the smiling and noone else has a clue.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;And no I'm not talking about you.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Keys?  *rolls on floor laughing*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I'm so evil sometimes, but it was funny.  &lt;strong&gt;[Now that was of course about you.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I'm sorry, but BoxBoy just  isn't my type, he's cool to chill with...but that's about as far as  it'll go.  CableGuy thinks I shouldn't be single.  I don't see anything  wrong with it.  It's whatever.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Quite interesting how the evening played out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Surprise wink, wink, nudge, nudge ranks up there with hotel nooky.  I could use a surprise right about now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Thanks for holding open the door dude.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt;  out...why does TheMC have me out at this Washington Park joint in the  sun?  Then again it's not like I had anything else to do today.  Plus I  needed pick up my camera again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Strip?  A little bit of leg. *wipes brow* Ooo-wee.  I might need to find a bathroom. *rolls on floor laughing*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I'm gonna have some sneaker money this week.  Woo hoo!!!  I'm coming for you babies.  How in the world do I decide?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"let's go to the park/I  wanna kiss you underneath the stars/maybe we'll go to far/we just don't  care/we just don't care/we just don't care/you know I love it when  you're love me/but sometimes it's better when it's publicly/I'm not  ashamed, I don't care who sees/us hugging and kissing, a love  exhibition, oh..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"we've been together for a  while now/we're growing stronger every day now/it feels so good and  there's no doubt/I will stay with you as each morning brings sunrise/and  the flowers bloom in springtime/on my love you can rely/and I'll stay  with you/oh I'll stay with you through the ups and the downs/oh I'll  stay with you when no one else is around/and when the dark clouds  arrive/I will stay by your side/I know we'll be alright/I will stay with  you/though relationships can get old/they have the tendency to grow  cold/we have something like a miracle/yeah, I'll stay with you..."  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;John Legend in the park  was quite loverly.  I'm kind of glad I was sans date.  I most definitely  could've accidently fallen in lust.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;These photos turned out pretty effin' awesome.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I think I need to use my chest in some way to make money.  I'm thinking ad space.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Yesterday a dress...today a  skirt that barely covers my ass.  What the heck is going on?  Oh  yeah...laundry...and it's too hot to wear jeans.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I swear as soon as I put on my sunglasses my hearing goes away temporarily. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"I like to make men beg."  -on the phone to TheMC upon mentioning the whiney/begging like IM he  said he left me about a photo edit.  He decided to use that selective  hearing thing I like to use at times.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Every time I talk to him  on the phone it takes me a few seconds to register his voice.  I never  have a clue who he is...that's what happens when you keep all your  conversations on MySpace, IM and text.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Are you serious?  Yes it  is an efficient use of time, but did you really pull some nail polish  out of your purse and start painting our toenails.  Do you lady, do you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Riding the bus is quite the adventure.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"You need to leave that  mall bullshit alone and get to taking pics."  -Import/Export on my  photog skills  (I teared up a little bit upon hearing that.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Some days I just need a good kick in the pants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-6088400142960632635?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/6088400142960632635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=6088400142960632635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/6088400142960632635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/6088400142960632635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-most-definitely-couldve-accidently.html' title='I most definitely could&apos;ve accidently fallen in lust.'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-8308721864192437066</id><published>2008-06-12T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T21:58:55.267-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>You were extra cute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="asset-content"&gt;             &lt;div class="asset-body preview-links"&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;That second Woodchuck probably wasn't one of my brighter ideas.  I get so effin' belligerent.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;At least I didn't throw up.  But I do believe I may have cussed Grey out at one point.  Or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;I don't know what it is, but folks have been all over my nuts lately.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;It's quite the ego boost.  I'm effin' lovin' it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;Why are body builders so darn tan?  it's creepy...so brown.  I'd like to see a pastyish body builder one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;"...gotta use wet wipes, baby wipes...I don't eat no shitty ass..." -Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;I  AM quite impressed that dude knew my ethnicity without having to ask.   It's very rare that that occurs.  But still isn't grounds for me to go  home with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;Okay so it's a little odd/weird/coincidental that I ran into dude who wanted to take me home at the library the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;I'm starting to go green.  We need to save this planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;My boobs are too big for target dresses and my butt is too big for target shorts.  Why do I even bother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;How come I can't walk out of Target without buying something I don't REALLY need?  Or at least can wait to buy later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;I'm  not all mother earthy and haven't gone completely green yet, but it  still pains me to see people blatantly litter.  Yes, I've done it  before, but do my best to hold my trash until I get to a trash can.  I  don't want to be a litterer or waster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;So hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;Either I'm a REALLY awesome sales person, or I'm just really cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;Grey still gives better cheek kisses.  Yours was a little moist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;"...I  never knew a luh-luh-luh, a love like this...gotta be something for me  to write this...Queen, I ain't seen you in a minute...wrote this  letter  and finally decided to send it...signed, sealed, delivered for us to  grow together...love has no limit, let's spend it slow forever...I know  hear is weathered by what studs did to you..I ain't gon assault them  cause I probably did it too...because of you, feelings I hand with  care...there are times...when you'll need someone...I will be by your  side...there is a light that shines...special for you and me..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;My chest makes quite the advertising space.  I should sell the space to earn some extra money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;I know why I prefer him with facial hair.  It balances out his eyebrows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;*rolls on floor laughing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;Okay that was a bit mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;Watching  McDishes interact with Drunk Girl was hilarious.  I finally know her  name.  That girl is out there.  I think she realizes I'm not a fan of  hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;"You were extra cute."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;You know I'm not a fan of the term cute, but you get a pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;I  don't see the difference in how I dress for work and how I dress  normally are different (other than I don't wear jeans to work often).   How do my work clothes make look more feminine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;Okay  so I AM quite attractive.  I don't mean that in a conceited way.  I'm  just realizing that I'm a beauty and that many seem to think so.  I kind  of knew it before, but I don't think I completely believed it.  I'm  still getting used to having men hit on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;So...a  lot of my work clothes are starting to get a little big.  I guess that  means I'm losing weight or something like that.  Wonderful and  fantastic...yes.  I really just don't feel like having to buy new  clothes right now though.  No more LB for me.  Heck even the bras don't  fit me.  I MUST make a trip up to the "special" store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;The amazing shrinking woman whose boobs never get smaller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;*deep heavy sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;I made Boss Lady No. 2 cry.  I didn't mean to.  I wish there was something I could do for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;"come  if you got real love for me...stay away if you got games and tricks for  me...I want a man that means everything he says...and not a boy full of  play...pulling a rabbit out of his hat everyday...oh baby I'm scared of  you...oh I don't believe in magic...I believe in lover everlasting..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: '-editor-proxy';"&gt;Being  tied down right now to just one person isn't on my list right now.   Unless it's one of two or three people.  Seems weird to say, but I feel  only they by themselves could be enough for me.  Otherwise I want to be  able to see other people.  And really I just want to be able to spend an  evening or a day with someone.  Hang out, enjoy their company...be  affectionate or intimate if it feels right.  I'm not sure a relationship  is right for me right now.  Too much other stuff going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-8308721864192437066?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/8308721864192437066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=8308721864192437066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/8308721864192437066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/8308721864192437066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-were-extra-cute.html' title='You were extra cute.'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-1608326537126996875</id><published>2008-06-08T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T21:13:16.043-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>Rain, rain go away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="asset-content"&gt;             &lt;div class="asset-body preview-links"&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;My nipple hurts.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;I quite enjoyed sitting and chatting with TheMC.  We're not very different from each other.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;I'm mucho tired.  I probably should just stay home and rest as opposed to going out and chillin' with the homies.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;Watching Nick sway to a slowish song is quite humorous.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;He's probably right, I  probably don't need to be dating right now.  And really sometimes all I  really want is someone to cuddle and nap and hold me.  I'm not really  sure I can deal with having to consider someone else's needs right now.   I gotta do me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;Exhausted.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;I can't believe this  woman just asked me to physically help her put on this bra.  I'm  traumatized.  I didn't have have no desire to see all that on a  stranger.  I can come check on you after you've gotten it on, but no I  don't want to be in the dressing room with you and put it on you.  Oy!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;My guilty pleasure is bad female pop songs.  There.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;*does anti-rain dance for Nick*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;Dude...seriously,  can't you take a hint?  I'm READING, why are you STILL trying to holla  at me.  Leave your number and I won't get back to you because you're not  taking the hint.  TAKE THE EFFIN' HINT DUDE, TAKE THE HINT.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;Yes I bring books to  clubs/bars so that I can enjoy the music and read.  I don't care if it  makes me look anti-social.  It's fine by me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;Spring is almost over and things on my &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=17345620&amp;amp;blogID=368561297"&gt;list&lt;/a&gt; are coming to pass.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;See, you write things down and put good energy into them and they come true.  They do, they do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;I'll be working on the Summer List soon.  I gots big plans.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;Stupid $10 mistakes.  That'll teach me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;It's nice to see that there are still young men out there that will give up their seat on the bus for a lady.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;*sings* I sold a print...I sold a print...I sold a print...hey hey hey hey.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;Geezum it's hot.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;Really, you're going  to yell at that driver when you're the one who's stumbling in the street  NOT at the crosswalk and jaywalking?  Please.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;Kevin did an awesome  job on Radio Now last night.  Grey even got some air play.  Big things  are coming for the both of them.  I just know it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;Rain, rain go away.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;Time for new plugs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;New job is okay.  I'll  be working from this past Tuesday all the way to NEXT Friday.  And even  though Sunday is only a staff meeting it still means I have to go to  work.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;I may be a walking zombie this week.  But guess what...it's money in the bank.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande; min-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px Lucida Grande;"&gt;"...ninety-three year old YOUNG lady..."  If that's young, then what does that make me?&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-1608326537126996875?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/1608326537126996875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=1608326537126996875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/1608326537126996875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/1608326537126996875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/06/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, rain go away.'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-4483790505466421376</id><published>2008-06-02T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T16:54:27.078-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>I suppose it's possible.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="asset-content"&gt;             &lt;div class="asset-body preview-links"&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Ugh...my nose is being raped by the smell of urine.  Dude...seriously.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;This bed is either &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; comfortable or I'm just tired.  I'm going to say both.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I'm glad TheBestFriend knows me well enough and that I haven't changed all that much from who I was and who I am now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I still find it very  strange when I get hit on.  I looked like a bum in my ripped jeans, a  hoodie and my hair pulled back into a messy ponytail and I &lt;strong&gt;STILL&lt;/strong&gt; got hit on about three times in the span of thirty minutes.  What's up with that?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;It was quite the ego boost.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Be careful what you wish for indeed.  I got a new job.  And I have a date.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Someone wants to buy a print of mine for &lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt; this time.  And a whole series of photos I haven't even started to work on yet.  I'm pretty effin' geeked about that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Indianapolis is too small.  Details used be a camp counselor or something for Les' son &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; he knows TheParkRanger.  (Then again TheParkRanger is the mayor.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Date was cool.  Details is  a nice guy and a gentleman, but I'm not physically attracted to him and  really not feeling him.  He doesn't fit the crowd I run with either.   And he's a little too touchy-feely.  I'm quite surprised he put up with  me for as long as he did.  I won't change who I am just to date you.  I  am who I am...and sometimes I'm an ass.  And out of all my boys that I  hugged you only made what seemed like a snide remark about the hug I  gave TheMC.  Oh and just because I hang out with mostly boys doesn't  mean any of them are going to get play.  That's a ridiculous thing to  ask.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Thought bubbles courtesy of Blind Date would've been hee-larious.  Had I the energy I probably could've made him cry.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Yay!!! Import/Export came  all the way up from Atlanta to visit.  We had a great a time, even if we  only got to spend one day together.  It was a good time all around.   *wink wink nudge nudge*  And the attention and affection was greatly  appreciated.  Not too touchy-feely and heck he was able to hang with me  and the boys and fit.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;He noticed how fidgety I am and thinks I might have ADD or something.  I suppose it's possible.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;It's really bizarre when  you're out and you meet someone and their significant other only to  realize you know their SO from somewhere.  I realized later I met him  online and we talked on the phone a few times.  He either didn't  recognize me or was ignoring the fact that we've "met" before.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*rolls on floor laughing*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Sooooo tired.  MUST.GET.UP.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Yeah, maybe I shouldn't  have talked to McDishes...usually I feel good after our conversations.   Not so much this time.  Hmmph.  He made me doubt my decision about  accepting the position &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Why you gotta fuck with my high like that?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;It was silly of me to think that we could talk about everything.  I guess sometimes I forget you're not TheBestFriend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Texting me at 130AM because you want to see me = unacceptable behavior.  I'm not feeling that &lt;strong&gt;AT ALL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Get off my nuts please.   Apparently I don't deal well with people I'm not attracted to texting me  all the time.  Can I get some space please?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://insidethemindofadeviant.wordpress.com/2008/06/02/man-laws-pt-54/"&gt;Caking&lt;/a&gt;.  I &lt;strong&gt;*heart*&lt;/strong&gt; this blog.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm  doing too much.  Or trying to do too much.  Making lists of things I  need to do or buy or whatever helps...but not all the time.  My mind is  just everywhere.  I need a little pill or something that will help me  focus and get ish done.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I was just offered the OTHER position I interviewed for last week Wednesday.  Hmmm...what shall I do?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I'm feeling quite exhausted.  Maybe it's time for bed.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-4483790505466421376?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/4483790505466421376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=4483790505466421376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/4483790505466421376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/4483790505466421376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-suppose-its-possible.html' title='I suppose it&apos;s possible.'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-4660129835828559108</id><published>2008-05-23T01:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T01:11:52.212-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>I haven't got a clue if you're the one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="asset-content"&gt;             &lt;div class="asset-body preview-links"&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;We  flew kites in the parking lot before the derby on Saturday.  It was fun  playing like a kid.  I love moments like that.  Carefree and fun.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;JT's so sweet...she made cabbage and sausage w/ turkey sausage just for me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Eating that sausage made me feel kind of dirty.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*blushes*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;It's possible I'm falling all over again.  Maybe...I don't know.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*deep heavy sigh*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Awww...she loves me.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*rolls on floor laughing*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Gotta love when you send a text message to the wrong person.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I'm getting really comfortable driving.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"I'm about to get off [the  phone]." JT to me as she's getting off the couch...she then realizes  that she's not talking to me on the phone that in fact I'm sitting right  next to her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*rolls on floor laughing*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;That's when you &lt;strong&gt;KNOW&lt;/strong&gt; it's time to go to bed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Why are you calling me at 7:50AM?  How is it you always come back like that?  Just pop up?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I really &lt;strong&gt;DID&lt;/strong&gt;  do the damn thing on those photos.  It helps when other people tell me  so.  I like the little ego boosts.  They make me realize that I &lt;strong&gt;CAN&lt;/strong&gt; do this.  &lt;strong&gt;I CAN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=17345620&amp;amp;blogID=339621207"&gt;From my a list of mine&lt;/a&gt;:  13.  Hitting and teasing are my way of showing affection.  Hugs and kisses are too.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;There's my reason for being that way with you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I miss making out.  What happened to the fine art of making out???&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"...in our lives we hunger for those we cannot touch..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"...I'm a little scared to  hold you close...cause I just might never ever let you go...caught up  in your smile, I'm happy as a child...but I'm still drowning, drowning  in your love...bring me flowers and talk for hours...ooh I like you, and  ooh I like how you make me feel...kiss my face, your warm embrace...ooh  I like you, and ooh I like how you make me feel..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;When I walked into the  place where I was being interviewed today and sat down and absorbed the  office and observed the people working there I immediately felt like I  didn't belong, that that place was not for me.  At one point I  contemplated telling the administrative assistant that I wasn't going to  waste the gentlemen's time because I didn't think that was where I was  supposed to be.  But I didn't.  I went through with the interview  anyway.  Who knows.  Maybe I could make it work if offered a position  there.  My being tells me different though.  I know that I'm going to  have to take a job where I may be slightly unhappy for awhile in order  to get where I want to be.  It's okay.  I'm okay with that.  I want to  do what I need to do to get where I need to be.  And I'm tired of being  broke and not having a place to live.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;It's been almost a full year since I've slept in my own bed and had a place to call my own.  How did this happen?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"Love enables you to put  your deepest feeling and fears in the palm of your partner's hand,  knowing they will be handled with care." Carl S. Avery&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Grey gives good cheek kisses.  [side note: Dave/Hellhammer has the best smelling hugs.]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I'm happy he understands  the whole positive energy/list/law of attraction/secret thing.  It's  nice to talk to someone who gets it and doesn't look at you like you  have four eyes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"Homies before hoes dude."  Grey to Rocco about spending Rocco's stimulus check after I said we  (Rocco and I) were going on a "date".  Of course my argument was I am a  homie...so that line was NOT going to work.  Grey of course gave in and  agreed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Soft legs before rough.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Every time I see the  Mobile Network 1 bulletin about Wet Wednesday @ The Tip Top, I see Wet  the Tip...and my mind goes straight to the dirty place.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I's tired.  Today was full  of unexpectedness.  Early wake up call, TheNarcissist fishing for  relationship status, TheMC stopping at the job and I wasn't even working  and then ending up having to work.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Maybe I shouldn't have eaten that chocolate.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I'm feeling really needy right now.  I need a hug and some attention.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"I haven't got a clue if  you're the one...but I like you...and oooh I like how you make me  feel...I want to do this right...don't want to waste this night...but  drowning...drowning in your love...bring me flowers and talk for  hours..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I'm not sure what to think about these shirts:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hypebeast.com/image/2008/05/rockwell-08-ss-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;As of June 30th I &lt;strong&gt;WILL&lt;/strong&gt;  be living in a place of my own and it'll be no further north than 38th  St.  (and with the cost of gas right now, on the bus line.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Make a list.  Make a vision board.  Be specific.  Make your wish.  It &lt;strong&gt;WILL&lt;/strong&gt; happen.  Live your future in the present.  Share what you want with others.  We're all connected.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I really should be gong to sleep.  Bu you know me...fighting it.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-4660129835828559108?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/4660129835828559108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=4660129835828559108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/4660129835828559108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/4660129835828559108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-havent-got-clue-if-youre-one.html' title='I haven&apos;t got a clue if you&apos;re the one...'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-637339517629631842</id><published>2008-05-18T21:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:10:56.891-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survey Says'/><title type='text'>...marathon kisses we used to share...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="article" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 4px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;going to my friend's shows and supporting them as much as I can in there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;endeavors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;I wish&lt;/span&gt; that I could have a day or two or three to chill with a friend(s) and just be, with no worries about ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;I know&lt;/span&gt; I'm going to be okay in the end, fixing this mess is just going to take some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;I appreciate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;the love that my friends show me and the help they've been giving me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt; to fall in love with that special someone over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's easy. If you want to do it, just use the bolded words in your own list. Add a comment here if you plan to do it, so I can read yours too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Past Paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Eric Roberson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-637339517629631842?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/637339517629631842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=637339517629631842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/637339517629631842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/637339517629631842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/05/marathon-kisses-we-used-to-share.html' title='...marathon kisses we used to share...'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-3919818296228356441</id><published>2008-05-18T01:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T01:11:03.508-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>I will fuck you up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="asset-content"&gt;             &lt;div class="asset-body preview-links"&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;So...my brother's girlfriend is fifty years old.  There's nothing wrong with that...except that I want to be an aunt one day.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Sometimes I can be a little selfish.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Me: Would you like a dressing room so you can try those on?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Older Woman: No thank you.  I don't like getting undressed.  I can bring it back if it doesn't fit right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Me: Yes, you can.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;OW: You know us old ladies don't like to get undressed unless we're about to have sex.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Me: *tries very hard not to laugh*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEST&lt;/strong&gt; thing I heard &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;The sun is starting to make my blonde hairs more visible.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Jebus effin' cupcakes...now my uncle is being all preachy.  Oy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"how does it feel being in  these arms...what's it really like to be loved...I've been alone now,  how long...have you ever loved the way that I have...and I have often  wondered who...who could love you the way I do...now I just want you to  know...how I'm touched deep in my soul...just being with you...and I  need you more each day...baby, if you're still awake...call me when you  get this..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"You have to walk  carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your  lover's arms can only come later when you're sure they won't laugh if  you trip." J. Carroll&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*laughs*  &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; would laugh if I tripped.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Sometimes I can be an ass.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Man, I look like such a tomboy today.  Chucks, knee-lenth shorts, t-shirt, hoodie.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Yippee!!!  Zumiez is open.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I don't know why I was so scared to drive before.  It's fun.  I love it.  The price of gas could drop by a dollar or two though.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Worky, work, work work.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Interview on Monday.  Setting up another interview as well.  Waaahooo!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*walks to bus stop*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Random stranger: *honks horn* Ay!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Me: *ignores stranger*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*phone rings*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Me: Hello?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;McDishes: That was me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Seriously?  It's night  time and I'm alone.  I don't respond to strangers honking at me.  Try  calling out my name next time instead of yelling ay.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Brutus?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;You:  I will fuck you up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Me: *giggles* Okay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;You: *shakes head*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;You're the one that left that open like that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Class of 93's next event +  Anger Management = Ha ha, not funny.  Don't make me transfer some of my  aggression from McDishes to you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Sometimes he makes me  wonder what the deal is with him.  Things can be a little confusing at  times, but then I remember it's usually women who confuse things that  are really quite simple.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I really shouldn't be  allowed to talk to new people if I've had a drink and am feeling a  little tipsy.  I'm nice and don't know how to say no.  I didn't really  want to give that dude my number. [I think he realized I wasn't really  interested when later he tried to talk to me and I didn't have much to  say, text messaged other people and kept getting up to socialize, me  socialize...oh my.]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Drunk girl is not drunk.  Weird.  She looks so...normal.  It's just not right.  Must be invasion of the body snatchers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I like being able to go out alone and when I arrive all my friends are there and I'm not really alone at all.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Ugh, I hate waking up from a night out with a stuffed nose because of the smokiness of it all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;My nipples itch.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;TheReceptionist is such a cutie.  Normally not my type either.  Too bad it looks like he has a girl.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I might need to make another trip up to the shop so I can price my tattoos.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*smiles*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;One key to my heart...chewy Spree.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;*heart*&lt;/strong&gt; roller derby.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Even though I'm broke,  homeless and have douche bags hounding me every effin' day, I'm happy.   More happy now than I've been in a long time.  I like it.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-3919818296228356441?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/3919818296228356441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=3919818296228356441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3919818296228356441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3919818296228356441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-will-fuck-you-up.html' title='I will fuck you up.'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-7625522752472844874</id><published>2008-05-16T09:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:55:29.506-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty rant'/><title type='text'>...do your boobs hang low, do they wobble to and fro...</title><content type='html'>If you've ever met me or have seen pictures of me then you know that I have big cha chas/taters/fun bags/boobs whatever your term for breasties may be.  They're a pain some days, but I love them.  They're my girls.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, I've been trained to measure women for over the shoulder boulder holders and a lot of ladies come into our store wearing the wrong bra and tell us that the little misses at Victoria's not so Secret told them they were some size that is grossly incorrect in order to get them to buy their overpriced braziers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where was I going with this?  Oh yes...well my coworkers and I like to stop through the shop to see how they do their measuring and see what ridiculous size they will measure us at, because you see, most of my coworkers are larger than DDD's.  And VnsS only goes up to a DD.  Our first go around my Second in Command was measured in at a mere 40 D...way off, she's a 42 H.  The little miss seemed to have trouble measuring her as if she was calculating in her head how to for the lie she was about to tell my SiC.  We guffawed at her mismeasurement and let her know how wrong she was.  She was not happy.  At this point I couldn't allow myself to be measured.  Little miss didn't even offer any other place for SiC to find a bra that would fit her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, if we have a women who comes in and we can't help, we send her to the few stores we believe can help.  We do our best to make sure that those women find a bra that's going to fit them.  Why?  Because your boobies shouldn't be hanging down to your belly button and clothes fit much better when the girls are up where they should be and most women feel like new women when they've got a good bra on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A week or so later I decided I wanted to find out what the VnsS minions were going to tell me when I asked to be measured.  I got a new girl, but she was being supervised by someone and measured me at a mere 38 D.  No bueno.  I'm really between a 36 J and K.  I got some huge ta tas.  BUT...newbie was on it and suggested I try my store (she didn't know I worked there) and a couple of department stores that specialize in the large sizes.  She got mucho points for that and my hatred for VnsS was lessened.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still think they've got some work to do though.  I understand they want to make a sale, but come on...it's more than just making the sale.  It's about getting these women in to the correct bra that will work for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now all you ladies out there go get measured...because I bet some of you are wearing the wrong size bra...just don't go to VnsS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-7625522752472844874?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/7625522752472844874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=7625522752472844874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/7625522752472844874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/7625522752472844874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-your-boobs-hang-low-do-they-wobble.html' title='...do your boobs hang low, do they wobble to and fro...'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-6798381782344615539</id><published>2008-05-13T01:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T01:10:04.281-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>...I'm the fixer, not the cuddler...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="asset-content"&gt;             &lt;div class="asset-body preview-links"&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE WEEKEND UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Don't hate on my cheese and lettuce sammich.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I might suck at Mario Kart, but it was still fun to hang out and play.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I'm such a Scorpio.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I know where I'm going to live next.  Those apartments are amazing.  I never would've thought.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"Just let him buy you a drink."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*lets weird drunk guy buy me a soda*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;We didn't have enough of the video game playing at Brookinz spot so we had to play video games at Front Page too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Wow...someone wants to buy one of my images.  That's so effin' AWESOME!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;It's a small effin'  world.  GoodMan met a coworker of mine at a wedding and they seemed to  have hit it off.  I'm glad he was honest with her about why we didn't  mesh.  Now I don't have to play Molly Matchmaker (one thing I prefer not  to do).  I'm glad they seem to like each other.  I am a little jealous  though.  I tried to like him.  Really though he didn't have to be a  douche and not speak when I came into the store.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Please sweet jebus someone  teach the ladies at Victoria's Secret how to PROPERLY measure a woman's  bra size, 38DDD I am NOT.  I'm much more endowed than that.  I will  give little miss credit though, she AT LEAST suggested my store (in  which I'm too busty for as well), Nordie's and Macy's.  Unlike  CupcakeJ's experience where the woman grossly mis-sized her and then  didn't even offer any other suggestions.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Yes me and my coworkers  and douches and go to VS to laugh and giggle when the size us busty  girls the wrong size just to sell their wares.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Mmmmm...feel the warmth of the bulbs.  I think I can feel my skin getting a little more tan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*giggles*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;It feels good when someone tells you they love you and you know they mean it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*feels all warm and fuzzy inside*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I'm glad they were able to work it out and that she's happy and possibly in love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BEGINNING of the week...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I like driving.  It's actually pretty fun.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;The couch is actually pretty darn comfortable.  I only wake up once or twice during the night to switch positions.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Why I always decide to get  the bright fuck me red nail polish on my toes I'll never know.   Especially since I don't really like people looking at my feet.  I think  it's that girly bit in me.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*basks in sun*  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Yay!  I was able to skip 12g and go straight to 10g.  I probably could've done 8g, but I didn't want to push it.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Condescending douche bag bullying jerks...go kick rocks while playing in traffic.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I know.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"...don't get all sensitive...I'm the fixer, not the cuddler..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*tries to cry away from the phone*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I do my best to be as supportive as I can.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;You always make me see that people DO care about me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*sobs...sniffles*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;The 4th of July give or take a day since it's a holiday &lt;strong&gt;WILL&lt;/strong&gt; be the day I become a licensed driver.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Apparently there will even be a firework in my honor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;You know...it's funny...you write things down that you WANT to happen...and the next thing you know...they DO.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;You can always tell when  I've been listening to music by how often lyrics end up in my  lists...I'm not sure where my iPod is at the moment.  I know it got  packed in a bag somewhere.  I hope I find it soon.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Living out of a small duffle bag is quite frustrating.  I &lt;strong&gt;WILL&lt;/strong&gt; have a place of my own soon.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-6798381782344615539?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/6798381782344615539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=6798381782344615539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/6798381782344615539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/6798381782344615539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-fixer-not-cuddler.html' title='...I&apos;m the fixer, not the cuddler...'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-6560885187375300409</id><published>2008-05-10T01:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T01:09:15.665-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>You ain't got to lie to kick it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="asset-content"&gt;             &lt;div class="asset-body preview-links"&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;The  photo shoot with McDishes turned out pretty well.  I got some awesome  shots and had fun.  There's still some things I need to work on, but  it'll all come together in time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;CJ was randomly in town this weekend it seems.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I DO have some attractive male friends.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Bazbeaux's has a little tire sandbox outside for to play in while you wait for a table.  Yes, I played in it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"Is that a fat joke?"  I think we make people a little uncomfortable when we say that and they don't realize it's just a joke.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Haircut time.  One of  these days I'm going to get this down to one haircut a year.  I don't  see how people pay $30+ to get their haircut.  WASTE.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I gave up sexy time to  hang out and support my friends.  It was the direction I felt my heart  was pushing me.  [Good thing I did, sexy time was not that good when it  finally did commence.]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;My name is NOT Michelle!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;How come other people know I have personal space issues?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Also, why do people have  to mess with me and sneak up behind me and/or grab my ass.  That's not  funny.  That'll get you jabbed with and elbow or stabbed with a rusty  fork.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Why am I so tired???&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I'm such a procrastinator.  Packing, packing, packing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Of course the one time I decide on not going...you're going.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I want to spend as much of  my free time as I can with my friends.  Spending time with friends  makes me happy and it takes away from the loneliness.  It's pretty much  always a good time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I drove all over the city  today.  It was fun.  I even braved I65.  I'm sure I may have pissed a  few people off.  Parallel parking needs some work, but I think I still  did a pretty good job.  I'm starting to become more comfortable with  driving.  I'll have my license at the end of the summer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Watch out world, here I come.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Awww...someone loves me.  *throws up in mouth a little bit*  Kidding.  Geez.  I love you too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Yeah...that was a waste.  So very glad I went out Sunday night.  Can I pretend like it never happened?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*poof*  It never happened.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Now I know why he wouldn't send me any pictures.  You ain't got to lie to kick it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Me need sleep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I swear McDishes always knows the right thing to say.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Melissa no longer resides on the south side of Indianapolis.  Woo hoo!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Um...did you really just  ask me to send your girl a message to let her know that we're not  messing around with each other?  Do you really think that's going to  help?  That doesn't bother you that she signed into your account to spy  on you?  Are you sure that's someone you want to be involved with?  I'm  not sure I can come out to visit you now.  I'm trying to come home in  one piece and enjoy my time with you.  I don't do jealous/insecure  girlfriends.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"Is that a real goose or a fake goose?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I love how things fall  together when you act spontaneously.  Going for cupcakes turns into  selling your microwave and runs into going out for sushi which instead  leads to chicken wings and good laughs with friends.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I always find myself hanging out with a bunch of dudes.  And usually the only girl hanging out with a bunch of dudes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Dude, I'm sorry for  pushing you into that table like that.  Have you noticed I'm more "mean"  to you now than I was before?  I think part of it is due to  tension/frustration.  And sometimes you just ask for it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I cried last night (at Vito's) because I was just THAT happy and it felt good.  I was a little embarrassed, but it was okay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I felt very loved.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*deep heavy sigh*  They've sicked the lawyers on me.  Fun stuff.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Come on dad...why do you do that?  That's not cool.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;You're right he's probably  trying to protect me and save me from worry and I shouldn't take it  personally...but it's hard.  We're already not that close...and him  living across the ocean doesn't make it any easier.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-6560885187375300409?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/6560885187375300409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=6560885187375300409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/6560885187375300409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/6560885187375300409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-aint-got-to-lie-to-kick-it.html' title='You ain&apos;t got to lie to kick it.'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-7988051653796599888</id><published>2008-05-03T09:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T02:01:26.625-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late night rendezvous&apos;'/><title type='text'>nothing's right, I'm torn</title><content type='html'>Decisions...decisions...the possibility of some new nookie or going to see TheMC and a lot of my friends perform.  I already turned down the nookie last night and I've seen the ones I love perform before and know I'll get the chance to see them again.  The thing is though I think I'd rather spend time with my friends than rolling around in bed with someone...especially since it's someone new and it's not like we're trying to date or anything.  It's just sex.  It's been 4+ months since I've gotten any...but still...it's just sex.  The opportunity will eventually arise again for me to get some.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some how I think there is something wrong with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*shakes head in disbelief*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*deep heavy sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Torn - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Natalie Imbruglia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-7988051653796599888?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/7988051653796599888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=7988051653796599888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/7988051653796599888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/7988051653796599888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/05/nothings-right-im-torn.html' title='nothing&apos;s right, I&apos;m torn'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-4785846679431517326</id><published>2008-05-03T01:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T01:08:18.768-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>*shrugs shoulders*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="asset-content"&gt;             &lt;div class="asset-body preview-links"&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Having  that sour cream licked off my face by him was kind of sexy.  I think  that might've been too much.  Sometimes I think I let the flirting go to  far.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I was very affectionate tonight.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Oooo weee...I got a kiss on the cheek.  I feel all warm and fuzzy inside.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"I might drive a Tracker, but that doesn't mean I smoke the meat blunt."  Funniest shit I heard all night.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Cunt.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Sometimes I want to cry  about my situation...and I do for about a few minutes...but I don't feel  like I should because I need to stay positive so that things will be  okay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;How does GoodMan expect to  get anywhere with a woman if he has that defeated attitude.  Thanks for  the lunch dude, I really appreciate it.  I'd like to hang out with you  sometime and get to know you...but that attitude has got to go.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"...I could never be what  you want me to be...I'm just gonna leave you disappointed...could it be  that this time...we're just longing, longing for the first time...it's  been such a long ride...now we're slipping back again...no matter how we  try to pretend..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Today I painted a beauty  shop with a man named Mississippi who's momma told him you don't shake a  woman's hand you give her a hug.  I think it was just an excuse to get  close to my body.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Effin' creepy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"I'm not trying to be in your business..."  Then stop asking me questions and go back into the other room and get back to work.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Commenting on my chest like that whilst holding your son is quite inappropriate.  Also...so why'd you tell him?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;There are days when I find  it so very hard to be the friend I want to be to people because I can't  do things for them like I want to due to my financial status.  I know  friendship isn't about that, but sometimes I just want to buy a friend  an ice cream cone or take them out to lunch.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"I actually love the hell out of your personality."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"Pssssst" does not equal "Psssshh".&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"My balls itch."  Thanks for the update.  'Preciate it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"Soulmates aren't people  that make you tingle when you meet them the first time.  They are the  people that make you tingle when you meet them the 100th time."  And not  necessarily romantically inclined.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I'm comfortable with who I am, I know what I want and I'm enjoying getting to know me.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Yay!!!  TheStudent is  finally back from France.  I wish he wasn't moving to DC, but that's  okay.  It's just another excuse for me to head out that way to see him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I didn't get the job I wanted.  It's okay though.  I'm not really THAT disappointed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*shrugs shoulders*  Oh well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Aw...I'm gonna be his first.  I think I've been a few people's first.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I've been pretty damn  popular this week.  I don't always like being on the phone, but just the  fact that people have been calling/texting me makes me feel all warm  and fuzzy inside.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Okay so I still have a crush on him.  (See sometimes I just say him.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;A 1AM text message + loud thunderstorms + honking geese = one tired me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I'm starting to get used  to folks calling me babe.  I used to dislike it, but now it seems like  it sort of a term of endearment and have started to use it myself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"...I'm starting to  believe...something's wrong with me...'cause everyday, every night,  every hour, every minute...I'm thinkin' 'bout it..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I've been fed very well this week.  All sorts of food hook ups.  *pats belly*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I REALLy appreciate the kindness of my coworkers.  They're good peoples.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Crap I lost an o ring.  I think it is about that time to get the ears stretched again though...so I guess I'll be okay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;There's something about  having a man you're attracted to randomly tell you he wants to  eat...hmmm...maybe I should keep that to myself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I just turned down sex...AGAIN!  What's wrong with me?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Today looks like a beautiful and promising day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I amaze me sometimes.  Discovering who I am and who I want to be and watching me grow.  It's something else.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-4785846679431517326?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/4785846679431517326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=4785846679431517326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/4785846679431517326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/4785846679431517326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/05/shrugs-shoulders.html' title='*shrugs shoulders*'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-4419075823537839971</id><published>2008-04-26T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T01:18:12.966-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>"...like a lunar eclipse..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="asset-content"&gt;             &lt;div class="asset-body preview-links"&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Hmmm...well  with the current dilemma stretching will have to be postponed.  And  there will be no squirreling away of monies for new ink.  This is the  least of my worries and yet on my mind.  We all have to cope some how.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I really just want to cry.  I know I shouldn't though.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;WTF?  How'd I get think funky ass sunburn.  Ridiculous.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;GoodMan popped into the  store to say hello and tell me how beautiful I looked.  He's sweet.  Ten  minutes later I realized why I didn't really care for him. [Just  realized he must've lost that weight it looked like he gained.  Maybe he  stopped in to show off how good he looks now...very nice.]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;For the most part I'm doing pretty well with &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;  calling/texting Mr. Jones.  I can't bring myself to delete his phone  number or all of the text messages though.  Someone else would have to  take my phone and do it for me.  It didn't help that I came across this  message from November, "If it were up to me I'll see you every day."   How effin' sweet is that.  Oddly enough I haven't actually &lt;strong&gt;SEEN&lt;/strong&gt; him since October and he's been in town many a time.  [Okay my dumb ass couldn't resist and texted him.  No response.]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I have a deep desire to go to a strip club.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"If you are willing to  invest yourself wholeheartedly in your dreams, then the necessary  resources, including the money, will follow."  Jack Canfield&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*nods*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I found a job I REALLY do want and think I'd really be happy at.  Not what I was expecting either.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Good job vibes, come this way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"...grand my last request  and let me hold you, don't shrug your shoulders...lay down beside  me...sure I can accept that we're going nowhere...but on last time let's  go there...lay down beside me..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;That's a cute dress...and that's a cute dress...and that one is too.  *sigh*  Oh well maybe next week.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I have the bestest friends.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I AM pretty darn smart.  I just have my moments.  I take the long way around a lot of the times.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Sometimes I think he tries  to drop hints by saying things that are not me to send give me a hint.   Or maybe I'm over thinking things like I do sometimes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"You have NO concept of  personal space." *laughs*  I really didn't mean for it to come out that  way, but dude you kept hitting me.  If we were intimately involved or  having a conversation, that might not have bothered me.  But we aren't  and we weren't, so back up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Heck I'm all nice and soft...I'd want to touch all over me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"You two are complete opposites...like a lunar eclipse..." *makes hand motions of an eclipse*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;They do say opposites attract.  *grins*  Kidding...hush your mouth.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I'm glad that I've been able to form friendships where my friends understand my quirks and even find humor in some of them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I'm not mean.  Really...I'm not. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;[obligatory McDishes comment]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Wheeler Mission Dude: Are you single?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Me: *lies* No.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Wheeler Mission Dude: You man lets you out like this?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Me: Uh...yeah.  *thinking...uh no one is the boss of me taken or not can you please get out of my ear*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I couldn't live without music and hugs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*yawns*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"I'm looking for love.  Real LOVE.  Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love." -Carrie Bradshaw &lt;em&gt;Sex in the City&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Now dude got me checking out sneakers all over the place.  I gotta have these:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sneakerfreaker.com/images/articles/Osaka-Dunk--2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-4419075823537839971?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/4419075823537839971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=4419075823537839971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/4419075823537839971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/4419075823537839971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/04/like-lunar-eclipse.html' title='&quot;...like a lunar eclipse...&quot;'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-5842249517883935580</id><published>2008-04-24T19:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T19:39:02.578-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotographie'/><title type='text'>"...I'm a sneakerhead..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I was listening to &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/alphaisforever"&gt;12 Steps&lt;/a&gt; by my guy alpha. (be sure to check him out) and looking at this photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/SBEV4S3dyAI/AAAAAAAAABU/O8cEbx35isU/s1600-h/SSP+3.08+894BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/SBEV4S3dyAI/AAAAAAAAABU/O8cEbx35isU/s400/SSP+3.08+894BW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192955902216226818" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And this idea for a project I've sort of been working on hit me.  I mentioned it to a friend and he made a suggestion that made the whole idea break off into it's own photo series.  And then the ideas kept flowing and now I'm completely excited to get started on this project.  I think it's going to be...for lack of a better word..AWESOME!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yeah...I'm so excited I just had to share that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-5842249517883935580?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/5842249517883935580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=5842249517883935580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/5842249517883935580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/5842249517883935580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-sneakerhead.html' title='&quot;...I&apos;m a sneakerhead...&quot;'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/SBEV4S3dyAI/AAAAAAAAABU/O8cEbx35isU/s72-c/SSP+3.08+894BW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-8735930239036609657</id><published>2008-04-22T20:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:57:47.384-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worky work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TheFireFighter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life or Something Like It'/><title type='text'>"...the universe conspires..."</title><content type='html'>I'm not a very good blogger...at least not these days.  But if you want to catch up with me you can always check out my &lt;a href="http://makemeasandwich.vox.com"&gt;lists&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I even begin?  There really hasn't been a lot going on as all I really do is go to work, come home, go to the library and then come home.  It's really exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...I'm &lt;b&gt;STILL&lt;/b&gt; in search of a full time job.  I've had a couple of interviews, but no call backs.  It's frustrating, but it's beginning to make me think that the universe is conspiring to push in the direction of pursuing this photography and art thing with more heart.  But my brain says, but what about the bills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TheFireFighter, oh TheFireFighter...what do I say.  We "fought" for a couple of months about me coming clean and being honest about something he wasn't even supposed to know about.  It seemed like things were progressing in a positive manner, but then I realized he was just stringing me along and I decided that I wanted no part in allowing him to make me feel hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of cut him out and then silly ol' me go sucked back in.  And we're sort of talking again, if that's what you want to call it.  McDishes tells me it's hard to let go because of the convenience and familiarity of what we don't have.  And that's probably true.  I have this odd hope that we'll be able to work it out, even though I know he's no good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crush on TheMC has lessened.  I still do some subtle flirting when I can and I so enjoy the warm hugs.  Ooo...wee...that body...who wouldn't want that body pressed against there's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current stress is trying to find a place to rest my head.  I have very little to work with, but I have faith that I'm going to be okay.  I'll find a job and then the rest will come.  It'll all fall into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the big things I guess.  I've been quite happy through most of it.  It seemed unusual to be so happy, but happy I was and happy I am.  I have great supportive friends.  My situation might not be the best, but it could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to try to keep up here more, but who knows.  It's hard sometimes with so much going and nothing really to write about.  I think that's why I'd gone to listing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-8735930239036609657?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/8735930239036609657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=8735930239036609657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/8735930239036609657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/8735930239036609657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/04/universe-conspires.html' title='&quot;...the universe conspires...&quot;'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-9029479752928494407</id><published>2008-04-21T01:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T01:17:18.224-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>I'm gonna be okay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I've begun to notice  that I have a new habit.  I like to tuck my hands inside the top of my  bra...I almost look like my hands are in my pits a la Molly Shannon in  Superstar...but not quite.  I'm not really groping myself, just  comfortably resting my hands inside because I don't know where else to  put them.  It keeps my hands toasty and warm and the skin is nice and  soft and squishy.  I wonder if anyone else does this or am I just a  weirdo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Holy...what the???  Earthquake for your morning wake up anyone?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Nick has volunteered to be my "man agent".  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*rolls on floor laughing*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I really could probably use one right about now.  I can't seem to pick them out myself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I just turned down good sex.  But for a good reason.  I'm trying play nice with Karma these days.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I also just turned down  dinner with a couple of attractive strangers.  I swear there's nothing  wrong with me.  I'm just trying to do my own thing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;It was so lovely to wear a  dress today.  The only thing that was missing was a pair of flip flops,  but my Chucks did just fine.  I gots my own style.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Dude if you're going to  put me on hold for an extended period of time I need you to a.) have  some decent music and b.) check on me every couple of minutes so I know  you know I'm still on the line.  thankyouverymuch&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Seriously lady, are you  deaf?  If you're not going to wear both earbuds in your ear can you at  least turn them down?  I like my bus rides with some bit of peace and  quiet.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Having to cover an extra  shift tonight was totally worth it when the southern boys from came in  with their tight pants and lovely asses.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Boss Lady No. 1: Hi, how can I help you?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Southern Boy: I'm lookin' for an outfit for my wife?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;BLN1: Okay, about what size is she?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;SB: *looks me up and down* Eh, about her size. *pointing to me*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Note to all men:  If  you've been with your significant other for over a year I'm gonna need  you to have a clue about what size she is.  When she goes to the  bathroom after some nookie, take a peek at the size of her clothing and  make a note of it.  Sales women don't usually appreciate being checked  out and compared like that.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;SB might've gotten a pass because he was an out of town cutie, but I really hope your wife was my size.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;The clear skies and the almost full moon looked quite lovely tonight.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cupcakeblog.com/index.php"&gt;Another one of my favorite blogs.&lt;/a&gt;   I don't know if I'll ever get around to making anything on it...but  damn it I'll try.  I think my thighs are telling me they need some  cupcakes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"...let's pretend for one  night, I'm the man in your life...and we do the things that lovers  do...all the loving you like, I'll give it to you just right...there's  nothing less than special when it comes to you..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;What a lovely bomb to be  dropped right as I'm heading out the door.  Approximately two weeks to  find a place to lay my head with all of $20 to my name.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*deep heavy sigh*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;It's cool though.  I'm gonna be okay.  I'll figure something out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*thinks positively*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Chewy Lemonheads &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt; is what's real in the streets.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;So to clean up Indy they need to ween the crackheads off of crack with Chewy Lemonheads &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt;  have them help fix up a lot of the beautiful housing we have here in  town and then give'em a one way ticket to somewhere on the Megabus.   Right Les?  Okay so the plan needs some tweeking.  We're working on it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Oh my eyes!!!  T-shirts and fishnets...I didn't want to see ALL that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;alpha. did his thing.  Congrats dude.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;J. Moore's hugs were just what I needed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;McDishes looks...well...young and...well it'll take some getting used to.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Thanks dude.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Thanks Les for a great date.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;So I let him suck me back  in.  I mostly deleted him and was fine with not contacting him and  losing myself in the nonsense and then...he texts me.  And there he  is...back in the door.  Telling me if he had a place down here I could  stay with him.  Working things out basically.  Blah blah blah.  And I  fell for it.  It made me feel good.  And now stupid for thinking it  would work and that it could possibly be an option.  Why?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-9029479752928494407?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/9029479752928494407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=9029479752928494407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/9029479752928494407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/9029479752928494407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-gonna-be-okay.html' title='I&apos;m gonna be okay.'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-580438590613549972</id><published>2008-04-17T01:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T01:16:32.905-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>It's not supposed to be THAT hard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="asset-content"&gt;             &lt;div class="asset-body preview-links"&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Why  must the guys I would really prefer to date have to live in different  states?  The text/IM flirting is great, but baby I need some face time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I have a "date" with a girl this weekend.  *giggles*  Thanks Les.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Effin' internet  connection.  Connect damn it.  CONNECT!!!  I suppose if I bought an  aircard or something I wouldn't have this problem.  Yeah...maybe next  time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Woo hoo...I just won tickets to Jazz Fest.  I hope it's tickets for two.  I should probably find that out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;See that's the power of  positive thinking at work.  Now if I can win tickets to John Mayer and  the Roller Derby this weekend I'll be set.  A job or a big fat check  would be nice too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Awww...PoetJoe was trying  to make an effort to meet up with me.  Even though I want it and it  could've happened, I really wasn't feelin' it today.  Figures.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I just ate an &lt;strong&gt;ENTIRE&lt;/strong&gt; package of cookies.  No bueno.  Well they were indeed bueno, but devouring the whole package in one day was no bueno.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Why do you have to live &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; the way in Brooklyn?  I need you here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I really need to learn to read more throughly before I hit the send button.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;One day these stupid geese  are going to get a chop in the neck.  No one told you to build your  nests right next to the sidewalk that I have to walk on.  Okay, so it is  kind of funny that one of them took flight and was chasing after me.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Dear Self:  Stop, just  stop.  It's not going to work out between the two of you.  Stop hurting  yourself by letting him get to you.  It's a pointless waste of time and  you're better than that.  He doesn't seem to care about you either way,  will continue to hold that grudge regardless of what he says and will  continue to string you along as long as you let him.  Please just stop,  he's not worth it.  It's not supposed to be THAT hard.  I don't like to  see you like this.  Love, Me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I don't feel like such a  freak for not liking BBQ sauce on ribs anymore now that I know I'm not  the only one.  Then again I guess it doesn't matter since I don't eat  pork anymore anyway.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I've never thought of &lt;a href="http://insidethemindofadeviant.wordpress.com/2008/04/10/i-just-want-to-watch/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;before, but now I'm curious.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I could &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; use a head rub right about now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;And a hug.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Yay, spring is &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt; here.  Time to break out the dresses and flip flops.  Now if only I could get up to my storage unit to retrieve such things.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; a morning person, being up at 6AM is just not right.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUST.BUY.NEW.EARBUDS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;So that one job I applied for and interviewed with was looking for people still/again and I didn't get a call back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;See that's just the  universe SHOUTING at me, but I'm still being hard headed because I'm a  little skeered about how I'll still be able to survive financially and  what not.  But I'm smart enough to know that I shouldn't worry about  that because it will all work out in the end.  If that's the case, then  WTF is my problem?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yaledailynews.com/articles/view/24513"&gt;I really don't even know what to say about this.&lt;/a&gt;  But it doesn't seem right at all, creating life, just to turn around and destroy it all in the name of art???&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-580438590613549972?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/580438590613549972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=580438590613549972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/580438590613549972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/580438590613549972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-not-supposed-to-be-that-hard.html' title='It&apos;s not supposed to be THAT hard.'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-3790643448226214259</id><published>2008-04-11T01:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T01:15:26.752-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>I AM enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="asset-content"&gt;             &lt;div class="asset-body preview-links"&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana;"&gt;“Stroke  a man’s dick you have him for the night, stroke his ego and you have  him for life.”  Really?  I might have to try that.  I never said which  part though. [insert naughty smiley face here]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana; min-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana;"&gt;My lobes itch.  They don't hurt...just itch.  The next 4 to 6 weeks will not pass fast enough.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana; min-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana;"&gt;I *heart* j dilla.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana; min-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana;"&gt;"...let go and let me live  inside you...what your mouth don't say, baby your thighs do...I want us  to arrive together...I love it when the weather is...wet and sticky,  some depict me...as being conscious, yeah I use my head...it was you  that fed my appetite for seduction...bitin' and cussin', makin' love and  uh...touching where no one has ever touched before...the heat got you  open like an oven door..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana; min-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana;"&gt;My "heart" seems to beat for  hip hop heads and sneakerphiles.  I also seem to fancy b-boys and  skater bois.  Men with black plastic squarish frame glasses are pretty  hot too.  I like them nerdy artistic types.  Where are they all hiding  out at?  The ones I don't already know that is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana; min-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana;"&gt;I really need to stop having weird dreams about kissing/dating my male friends.  It's really starting to freak me out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana; min-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana;"&gt;"It's not nice to be rude,"  says the strange man because I don't want to walk down the street with  him.  Screw you then, I'll be rude.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana; min-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana;"&gt;Possible temp job with a  design/art firm. [The position went to someone else. :(  It's cool  though, that just means it wasn't for me and something better is about  to come along.]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana; min-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana;"&gt;*JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JJOB JOB JOB JOB*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana; min-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana;"&gt;I AM enough.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana; min-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana;"&gt;Rain rain go away, come back at night when I'm ready for sleep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana; min-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana;"&gt;I think I'm done with Mr. Jones.  I have to be.  He's no good for me.  Why is it so hard to let got though?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana; min-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana;"&gt;I wish these darn o rings would stay on.  Or maybe I just need to stop playing with my ears.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana; min-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana;"&gt;Babe, boo, baby...pick one and stick with it.  Okay babe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana; min-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana;"&gt;McDishes aka McMeany: Funny how doors just swing open when you look for them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana;"&gt;Me: Yeah and if you're not careful they hit you in the face.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana;"&gt;(on the possibility I'd be temping at that design firm)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana; min-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I feel my  inability to find steady full time employment is a sign for me to get my  ish together and work on/with my creative abilities because that's  where I'm supposed to be.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana; min-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana;"&gt;I think I may have said this before, I'm over my crush on TheMC.  He's a nice guy, but yeah...I think it's pretty pointless.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana; min-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana;"&gt;I know I say this a lot but I really &lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt; thankful for my friends.  They're like family to me and I often feel like I'm closer to them than my real family. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana; min-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana;"&gt;I'm stronger than I think I am.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana; min-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana;"&gt;Ewww...is the skin on my lobes supposed to be peeling like this?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana; min-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana;"&gt;It's probably a good thing  that I waited so long to check out Paradise Cafe &amp;amp; Bakery.  If I'd  checked it out sooner I'd probably be SUPER broke.  That'll have to be a  place for special occasions.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana; min-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana;"&gt;Why am I so damn sleepy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana; min-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana;"&gt;New favorite blog to read: &lt;a href="http://www.verysmartbrothas.com/"&gt;Very Smart Brothas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana; min-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 14px Verdana;"&gt;So much to do, so little focus.  Must separate myself from the computer.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-3790643448226214259?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/3790643448226214259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=3790643448226214259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3790643448226214259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/3790643448226214259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-enough.html' title='I AM enough.'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-1702262849566575807</id><published>2008-04-07T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T01:14:39.222-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>And yes, I will fight you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="asset-content"&gt;             &lt;div class="asset-body preview-links"&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;"...a man who adores you, but fucks you like he's paying for it..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;That sounds so effin' hot right about now.  I don't know if it's because it's spring or because it's just been that long.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB JOB*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; need to get a new pair of earbuds for my iPod.  I'm not sure how much longer I can live without it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I've been so effin' stoked lately. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;There's a hole in the  inner thigh of my favorite jeans.  Thick cupcake thighs.  I *heart*  these jeans I'll wear them until they're completely falling apart or  just don't fit anymore.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; mean and/or evil.  That's just your silly ol' perception of me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*gives the evil eye*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;And yes, I will fight you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Apparently someone has been keeping tabs on me via my blog.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*waves hello*  *giggles*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I miss the tomfoolery and antics that occurred when TheBestFriend and I used to hang out.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Why my Grey always hump my leg.  Well...at least some part of me is getting some action.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;It was good to be at the Front Page with familiar faces even if it was a fairly small crowd.  It's been a long time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Yay!!!  Spring is here!!!  Dresses and tanks and shorts, oh my!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;*jumps for joy*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;The last bit of red added  to the ever increasing green and fading black has created a lovely  brown.  Hopefully it lasts until I can get some professional help.  I  wonder how I'd look as a blonde?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Tinted lenses hiding curious eyes.  I *heart* my prescription sunglasses.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;The stretching has begun.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Joe is like the greatest  piercer ever.  He's adorable with his disheveled hair, so very friendly  with such a calming presence.  I appreciate that he explains EVERYTHING  and what's going on while he's doing it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;And thankfully it appears that my left ear is only really torn in the front so I'm able to stretch both ears at the same size.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Brandon, the receptionist?, is a cutie.  I don't know what it is about him, but I just wanna make out with him in the back room.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;The spring seems to make  people friendly.  Two strangers joined me for lunch when there was ample  seating elsewhere.  We didn't really chat with each, but their presence  was welcomed and enjoyable.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;So I ran into  TheNarcissist on the way home...he popped into my head after seeing a  few boys on bikes speeding off.  As the boys sped off who happens to be  just behind them walking back to his office?  Him...and wouldn't you  know it...he said he had just been thinking about me too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;It never would've worked  out between us.  Too different...but too alike at the same time.  It  wouldn't have been fun.  I wouldn't have gotten what I wanted.  I think  things are perfect the way they are, we talk or run into each other  every few months.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;I can't stop smiling.  I'm so effin' happy these days.  I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;  it.  Even though I've been given some tough and stressful news I'm  okay.  I know that everything is going to work out in the end.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Happy is good...&lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt; good.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-1702262849566575807?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/1702262849566575807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=1702262849566575807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/1702262849566575807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/1702262849566575807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-yes-i-will-fight-you.html' title='And yes, I will fight you.'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-139366777336165975</id><published>2008-04-03T21:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:43:01.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, You're It</title><content type='html'>So &lt;a href="http://stampsandstitches.blogspot.com"&gt;Gale&lt;/a&gt; tagged me and I haven't blogged in a while so I figured why not.  So here I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Link to the person that tagged you and leave a comment on their Blog. &lt;br /&gt;2. Post the rules on your Blog. &lt;br /&gt;3. Share 7 random facts about yourself on your Blog &lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 7 random people, linking to their Blog. &lt;br /&gt;5. Let each person know by leaving a comment on their Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven random facts about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I just got my driving permit for the first time less than six months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm taller than probably more than half of my coworkers, but I have the smallest feet. (I'm made fun of all the time because of it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm a size 14, but I'm known as the "skinny bitch" at work.  (I work in a plus size women's clothing store.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have no problem going to restaurants, movies, flying, riding the train or bus by myself, but I don't like calling up pizza places to call in orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't like people touching me with their feet.  But I will massage certain people's feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I've lived in all of the US time zones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I like to let my ice cream melt a little bit so that it's a little soupy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not tagging anyone because I don't feel like it.  But you can do it if you want.  If you do, comment me so I can read your list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2052399273523272219-139366777336165975?l=sarcasticremark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/feeds/139366777336165975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2052399273523272219&amp;postID=139366777336165975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/139366777336165975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2052399273523272219/posts/default/139366777336165975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarcasticremark.blogspot.com/2008/04/tag-youre-it.html' title='Tag, You&apos;re It'/><author><name>her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17517220984013417449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfZbyMY92KE/TSnnO2QVfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WH0CnoIS9DA/S220/007%2B1214.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052399273523272219.post-3560657170491981496</id><published>2008-04-03T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T01:13:43.157-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listing'/><title type='text'>bueno/no bueno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bueno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;friendly games of online scrabble with TheDirector where I win strip teases via picture mail&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;enjoying a sammich from Jimmy John's with a friend&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;stopping traffic with my hot self (dude your lights green, why are your in reverse?)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;new beginnings&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;all this happy and excitement for what's to come&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;sunny spring days even though it's still a little chilly out&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;prescription sunglasses&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;spring sneaker party&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;punk rock vs. hip hop&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;millions of ideas racing through my mind&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;spring&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;being able to cross things off my spring desires list&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;days off&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;hot cocoa&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;taking pictures again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;being excited about taking pictures&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;job interviews&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;VERY supportive friends (thanks McDishes)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;having enough&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;libraries with free internets&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;neatly stacked piles of books&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theinfiniteink.com/category/podcasts/"&gt;soulrific podcasts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;all this energy (now only if I could figure out a way to harness it and focus)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;Bobbi Blu shoes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;someone wanting a photo I've taken as a wall size print&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;free snacks at work so I don't have to spend money on junk or starve&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;happiness&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;found money&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;the ability to sleep in&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;helping out a friend/coworker/someone who may or may not need it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;laughing at myself at how ridiculous I sound as I realize I'm talking to friend/computer and they can't hear me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;discovering local artists and new music&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;lists&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;endearing, thoughtful and random text messages&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;thunderstorms&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no bueno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica; min-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;me on coffee (thankfully Boss Lady No. 2 didn't kill me)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 18px Helvetica;"&gt;
