<?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-10318312</id><updated>2011-04-30T17:57:24.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not interesting...</title><subtitle type='html'>I really am not interesting, I have a boring, depressing life, fucked up friends and nothing to do. That's why I spend my time doing this doing something useful or active! WEEEEEEE!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110973064837894682</id><published>2005-03-01T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T21:30:48.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry beloved fans!</title><content type='html'>I am sorry my beloved fans, but regrettably I have moved my fabulous blog to xanga... Yes, I know, I have sinned. Please forgive me. It was peer pressure, why do we even have friends when all they seem to do is get us into awkward little situations like this one. Goodbye my darling blogger. I'm sure we'll meet again, I couldn't say when, where or how. But this is not the end... It is not the end.&lt;br /&gt;xanga.com/magic_is_afoot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110973064837894682?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110973064837894682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110973064837894682' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110973064837894682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110973064837894682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/03/sorry-beloved-fans_110973064837894682.html' title='Sorry beloved fans!'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110903649450966474</id><published>2005-02-21T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T20:41:34.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I still love David, even when he makes mad libs evil...</title><content type='html'>the other day i was at a stripclub eating pussy when out of nowhere came this dick guy. i could tell he had serious masturbateing problems from the get go. his boobs was all sex and stank like paris hilton. A fuck was hanging out of his pants. he fell down in a puddle of seman. i laughed my vagina off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110903649450966474?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110903649450966474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110903649450966474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110903649450966474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110903649450966474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-still-love-david-even-when-he-makes.html' title='I still love David, even when he makes mad libs evil...'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110894945568195564</id><published>2005-02-20T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T20:30:55.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicky's belly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63644752@N00/5144538/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/5144538_19f860d361_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63644752@N00/5144538/"&gt;Vicky's belly...&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/63644752@N00/"&gt;grannytakesatrip&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt;I think it's pretty...&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm watching the new Simpsons and I thought that this was hilarious:&lt;br /&gt;Homer: Whatâs it called when a guy is gay for a girl?&lt;br /&gt;Marge: Straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a totally fab episode, it had a viewer discretion advisory for discussion of Gay marriage. I hope this was just Matt Groening making a political statement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110894945568195564?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110894945568195564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110894945568195564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110894945568195564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110894945568195564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/02/vickys-belly.html' title='Vicky&apos;s belly...'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110884048899475684</id><published>2005-02-19T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T14:14:48.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If anyone ever dares to say this to me I will personally wring their neck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=300 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=left bgcolor=#BAEBFF&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style='color:black; font-size: 12pt;'&gt;To pick up Izzy Lee Anne Anderson: &lt;b&gt;Hi. I'm an astronaut and my next mission is to explore Uranus.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pickuplinegenerator.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get your own Magic Pick Up Line&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110884048899475684?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110884048899475684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110884048899475684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110884048899475684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110884048899475684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/02/if-anyone-ever-dares-to-say-this-to-me.html' title='If anyone ever dares to say this to me I will personally wring their neck!'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110877299618288692</id><published>2005-02-18T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T19:29:56.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sins</title><content type='html'>Fantasies blinded by neon lights&lt;br /&gt;Buried in feather boas&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in mounds of costume jewelry&lt;br /&gt;You have sinned&lt;br /&gt;A bottle of perfume falls to the linoleam&lt;br /&gt;It’s too sweet&lt;br /&gt;Like rotting fruit&lt;br /&gt;You sin again&lt;br /&gt;A flailing arm &lt;br /&gt;carelessly knocking a jar of powder off the armoire&lt;br /&gt;It fills the air&lt;br /&gt;Clogging your nostils &lt;br /&gt;coating your throat &lt;br /&gt;There’s a point when you just stop believing in God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110877299618288692?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110877299618288692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110877299618288692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110877299618288692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110877299618288692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/02/sins.html' title='Sins'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110869924275034700</id><published>2005-02-17T03:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T23:00:42.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did they have to die? Warhol, Basquiat, Haring... Who's left?</title><content type='html'>What is it about art, that inspires the truth within us?&lt;br /&gt;That evokes such emotion?&lt;br /&gt;It ruins lives, destroys relationships, it even kills people.&lt;br /&gt;It’s so dangerous&lt;br /&gt;Like a love affair, it can turn on you and bite you right in the ass&lt;br /&gt;True art lovers don’t buy art&lt;br /&gt;They don’t linger on it, they don’t hang it on the wall and stare at for hours every day&lt;br /&gt;It’s like time, it passes, but it still there&lt;br /&gt;A trace still remains. &lt;br /&gt;It never really disappears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110869924275034700?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110869924275034700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110869924275034700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110869924275034700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110869924275034700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/02/why-did-they-have-to-die-warhol.html' title='Why did they have to die? Warhol, Basquiat, Haring... Who&apos;s left?'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110861141200474785</id><published>2005-02-17T01:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T22:41:19.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate our culture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63644752@N00/4930372/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/4930372_0fa3463a00_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63644752@N00/4930372/"&gt;Me!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/63644752@N00/"&gt;grannytakesatrip&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt;AIM IM with montypython1211&lt;br /&gt;Adam: have you ever shaved your pubic hair?&lt;br /&gt;Me: no, ew... Honey, I don't even shave my legs&lt;br /&gt;Adam: sorry. i was just curious&lt;br /&gt;Me: that's okay, I'm just expressing a point&lt;br /&gt;Adam: ok, i see your point&lt;br /&gt;Me:why should I have to shave, when you don't?&lt;br /&gt;Adam: I dont know&lt;br /&gt;Me: Would you date a girl with unshaven legs, or do you think it's gross?&lt;br /&gt;Adam: I would,i don't think it's gross&lt;br /&gt;Me: good, it's just so unreasonable. It really pisses me off, but I'll stop now&lt;br /&gt;Adam: continue if you like&lt;br /&gt;Me: okay... In this society all people are supposed to be equal, no matter gender race or sexual orientation, so why is it gross when I don't shave my legs?&lt;br /&gt;Am I not forfilling some expectation?&lt;br /&gt;It's like you're expecting me to be a meek stay at home mom who lives to breed&lt;br /&gt;Adam: mmhmm&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry, I know you couldn't care less&lt;br /&gt;Adam: i don't mind if you rant&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's alright, I'm done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Adam, he's always the butt of my rants...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110861141200474785?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110861141200474785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110861141200474785' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110861141200474785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110861141200474785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-hate-our-culture.html' title='I hate our culture'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110860395607163968</id><published>2005-02-16T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T20:32:36.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxation</title><content type='html'>I suddenly feel so relaxed. I don't have to do anything to do for school, my dad's not home and I'm watching Spongebob. Could life be any better?&lt;br /&gt;Of course it could!&lt;br /&gt;My Dad just recently decided to stop painting, which is really sad. He's such a good artist, but he never sells anything. He's giving up too easily, who cares if he sells anything. Painting is good for you, and if you payed for art school it's probably not good to let it go to waste. I dunno, it just saddens me.&lt;br /&gt;Aroused is such a pretty word, but I'm not. My porn isn't loading. It's such a dipshit. I've been waiting for like 20 minutes,&lt;br /&gt;GODDAMNIT!&lt;br /&gt;Nickelodeon is not at all hot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110860395607163968?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110860395607163968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110860395607163968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110860395607163968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110860395607163968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/02/relaxation.html' title='Relaxation'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110843787508198550</id><published>2005-02-15T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T22:24:35.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb thing...</title><content type='html'>Monday, February 14, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I AM: Really odd&lt;br /&gt;I WANT: To get up and piss&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE: Shit I don't need&lt;br /&gt;I WISH: I wasn't to lazy to get up and take a piss&lt;br /&gt;I HATE: Bladders, right now atleast.&lt;br /&gt;I FEAR: Rapists&lt;br /&gt;I SEARCH: For an end to writers block&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER: What the fuck this world is thinking&lt;br /&gt;I REGRET: everything&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE: My friends and family, how lame...&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT: a slut (I guess, no one ever gave me the chance)&lt;br /&gt;I DANCE: ALL THE FUCKING TIME&lt;br /&gt;I CRY: too much&lt;br /&gt;I CONFUSE: People who don't know me and Felicia&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;YES or NO:&lt;br /&gt;YOU KEEP A DIARY: Blogger&lt;br /&gt;YOU LIKE TO COOK: Not really&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE A SECRET YOU HAVE NOT SHARED WITH ANYONE: Not really, I'm bad at that.&lt;br /&gt;YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE: Not love at first sight, but otherwise... Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;THE WEIRDEST PERSON YOU KNOW: Myself, Emma, Vera and just abut everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;THE LOUDEST PERSON YOU KNOW: Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;THE CUTEST PERSONS YOU KNOW: Adam, Emma, my doggy (exept when she's stinky) Gosh, we're all cute!&lt;br /&gt;THE PERSON THAT KNOWS THE MOST ABOUT YOU: Erm... My shrink&lt;br /&gt;THE LAST IMAGE/THOUGHT YOU GO TO SLEEP WITH: Hot gay sex... :D&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A CRUSH: Duh!&lt;br /&gt;WANT TO GET MARRIED: Sure&lt;br /&gt;GET MOTION SICKNESS: Goddamnit!&lt;br /&gt;THINK YOURE A HEALTH FREAK: No&lt;br /&gt;GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS: Erm... What do you want me to say?&lt;br /&gt;LIKE THUNDERSTORMS: They rock!&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT&lt;br /&gt;HAIR COLOR: Boring old Brown&lt;br /&gt;EYE COLOR:Hazel&lt;br /&gt;BIRTHTHPLACE: Durham, nc&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER: 18&lt;br /&gt;COLOR: Darkish pink!&lt;br /&gt;DAY: Friday&lt;br /&gt;MONTH: October&lt;br /&gt;SONG: I can't decide&lt;br /&gt;FOOD: Steak and mashed potatoes&lt;br /&gt;SEASON: Summer&lt;br /&gt;SPORT: I hate sports&lt;br /&gt;DRINK: Joker, absolute, grape juice with sparkly water&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;PREFERENCES&lt;br /&gt;CUDDLE OR MAKE OUT: I couldn't decide...&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE MILK, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Hot chocolate burns me, so chocolate milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARK OR WHITE CHOCOLATE: White is yurmy&lt;br /&gt;VANILLA OR CHOCOLATE: Chocolate, unless you add something to the vanilla&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST 24 HRS, HAVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;CRIED? Yes, but it was from joy. I was rejoicing the hottness of someone.&lt;br /&gt;HELPED SOMEONE? I don't know&lt;br /&gt;BOUGHT SOMETHING? No&lt;br /&gt;GOTTEN SICK? No&lt;br /&gt;GONE TO THE MOVIES? No&lt;br /&gt;GONE OUT FOR DINNER? No&lt;br /&gt;SAID “I LOVE YOU”? Yeah, but I don't remember who I said it too&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN A REAL LETTER: No&lt;br /&gt;HAD A SERIOUS TALK? No, probably not&lt;br /&gt;MISSED SOMEONE? yes&lt;br /&gt;HUGGED SOMEONE? Too many to count&lt;br /&gt;FOUGHT WITH YOUR PARENTS? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;FOUGHT WITH A FRIEND? nope&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Name 5 bands you listen to: Sex Pistols, Warrant (Cherry Pie!!!), the Queers, the Nothings, The Ramones&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever:&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat a bug? It depends on the bug or how much you pay me.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hang glide? FUCK YES!&lt;br /&gt;4. Kill someone? Nope&lt;br /&gt;5. Kiss someone of the same sex? Erm... I'm a kiss slut, I kiss everybody&lt;br /&gt;6. Have sex with someone of the same sex? Probably, it depends on who it is.&lt;br /&gt;7. Parachute from a plane? Yeah, probably&lt;br /&gt;8. Walk on hot coals? Nah, why should I?&lt;br /&gt;9. Go out with someone for their looks? It depends on their looks.&lt;br /&gt;10. For their reputation? Nah&lt;br /&gt;11. Wear plaid with stripes? Fuck yes!&lt;br /&gt;12. IM a stranger? sure&lt;br /&gt;13. Sing Karaoke? sure&lt;br /&gt;14. Get drunk off your ass? I guess&lt;br /&gt;15. Shoplift? I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;16. Run a red light? Erm... I don't drive&lt;br /&gt;17. Star in a porn video? Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;18. Dye your hair blue? Sure!&lt;br /&gt;19. Be on Survivor? No way&lt;br /&gt;20. Wear makeup in public? Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;21. Not wear makeup in public? Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;22. Cheat on a test? Sure&lt;br /&gt;23. Make someone cry? Tears of joy and admiration?&lt;br /&gt;24. Date someone more than 10 years older than you? It depends on how old I am&lt;br /&gt;25. Stay up all night? I do it all the time&lt;br /&gt;26. Get Back with your Ex? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who you last:&lt;br /&gt;1. Thought of: Adam, I'm talking to him&lt;br /&gt;2. Missed: Laurie&lt;br /&gt;3. kissed: Emma or Zoe, I can't remember&lt;br /&gt;4. Liked: Erm... The guy on the last porn I watched&lt;br /&gt;5. Slept with: NO ONE!!!! I AM NOT HAPPY GODDAMNIT!&lt;br /&gt;6. Cried for: Rachel&lt;br /&gt;7. Wanted to be with: Erm... James Dean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110843787508198550?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110843787508198550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110843787508198550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110843787508198550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110843787508198550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/02/dumb-thing.html' title='Dumb thing...'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110831476020434852</id><published>2005-02-13T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T12:52:01.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63644752@N00/4731130/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/4731130_6796e5d86c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63644752@N00/4731130/"&gt;My bed&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/63644752@N00/"&gt;grannytakesatrip&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt;I woke up this morning and found my bed once again desperately attempting to kill me. My sheets were wrapped tightly around my neck and my arms were pinned to my sides by my blankets. It was lucky I woke up when I did (noon), or I might not of been able to struggle free.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to figure out what my bed has against me, I don't jump on it, I don't have sex on, I think I treat it rather well. It must just be an asshole. This worries me a bit, I don't want to spend my life sleeping with an asshole. (HA!)&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a new bed...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110831476020434852?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110831476020434852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110831476020434852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110831476020434852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110831476020434852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-bed.html' title='My bed'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110818714209513938</id><published>2005-02-12T03:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T00:09:25.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sleeping"</title><content type='html'>Ugg... My computer is being such a bitch and is only letting me see half of my porn clips. They're only like 20 seconds long anyway. It's very very sad. They change once a day and I want to watch the "uniforms" one. Today it's boy-scouts or something it's very sad.&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, my dad said he would let me perm my hair. So, instead of dreads I'm getting Audrey Hepburn hair. Breakfast at Tiffany's is my new favorite movie. It's still underneath Tootsie, which I watched again today. I've lost count now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm "sleeping" so I'm going to have to cut this short.&lt;br /&gt;I took a quiz and I have a high sex IQ. Feesh's is only average. Fuck yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I must have better guessing skills than she does.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight...&lt;br /&gt;-Izzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110818714209513938?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110818714209513938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110818714209513938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110818714209513938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110818714209513938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/02/sleeping.html' title='&quot;Sleeping&quot;'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110808227141455565</id><published>2005-02-10T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T19:37:51.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Erm... News to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jadoredior1983/1065335507_icslesbian.jpg" border="0" alt="lesbian"&gt;&lt;br&gt;WOW! What a suprise! You're a "LESBIAN!"&lt;br&gt;now if you're a guy and you're getting this,&lt;br&gt;please go see an exorcist. And if you're a&lt;br&gt;girl....MUNCH ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jadoredior1983/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20queer%20are%20you%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of queer are you? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110808227141455565?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110808227141455565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110808227141455565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110808227141455565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110808227141455565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/02/erm-news-to-me.html' title='Erm... News to me...'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110800367284902862</id><published>2005-02-09T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T21:47:52.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love David!</title><content type='html'>David: ok does ur mom mind that u masturbate and look at porn or is it one of those she doesnt know things&lt;br /&gt;Me: she doesn't know things... DUH!&lt;br /&gt;David: ok, same wit me...it be a bit odd if they knew and dint care&lt;br /&gt;David*impersonating his mother*: DAVid what are you doin&lt;br /&gt;David: im mastubateing mom&lt;br /&gt;David*impersonating his mother*: ok tell me when ur done&lt;br /&gt;Me: HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110800367284902862?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110800367284902862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110800367284902862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110800367284902862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110800367284902862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-love-david.html' title='I love David!'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110798847365268020</id><published>2005-02-09T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T17:34:33.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And we were impressed when Nora was in the fifth, I had no idea I was that bad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's Inferno Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110798847365268020?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110798847365268020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110798847365268020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110798847365268020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110798847365268020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-we-were-impressed-when-nora-was-in.html' title='And we were impressed when Nora was in the fifth, I had no idea I was that bad...'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110798032288716500</id><published>2005-02-09T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T15:18:42.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is beatiful?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63644752@N00/4527986/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/4527986_afb6ef35e3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63644752@N00/4527986/"&gt;naked_anorexic_girl&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/63644752@N00/"&gt;grannytakesatrip&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt;I was reading a blog of a girl who weighed 88 pounds and was 5' 7". She was whining about how gross and fat she was.&lt;br /&gt;What is it with this obsession with thinness. I am amazed and like I said, I just don't want to hear it any more.&lt;br /&gt;Personally I would much rather be fat and happy than thin and depressed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110798032288716500?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110798032288716500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110798032288716500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110798032288716500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110798032288716500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-is-beatiful.html' title='This is beatiful?'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110797237064169643</id><published>2005-02-09T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T13:06:10.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is fat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63644752@N00/4521607/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/4521607_5236b7177e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63644752@N00/4521607/"&gt;abdomen-obese&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/63644752@N00/"&gt;grannytakesatrip&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt;I don't want to hear about it. You're all being greedy bitches. You are not fat and I'm tired of listening to you're whining.&lt;br /&gt;That is fat.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how our culture supports that anything that isn't anorexic is fat. I can grab the fat on my stomach. and I think I have a double chin. I'm fat?&lt;br /&gt;Apparently.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should get an eating disorder, it seems to be what culture wants me to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110797237064169643?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110797237064169643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110797237064169643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110797237064169643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110797237064169643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-is-fat.html' title='This is fat...'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110782833258870045</id><published>2005-02-08T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T21:05:32.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus...</title><content type='html'>Jesus, my dad tries so hard... Does he really think that she’ll come back to him? Because she won’t, honestly I don’t think she’s telling me something. Which is unlike her, she usually just comes out and says think. It really annoys me how secretive this whole thing is, do the think keeping me in the dark will make this any easier.&lt;br /&gt;“I just wasn’t happy anymore,” Says Mother.&lt;br /&gt;*Silence intermigled with annoying guitar plucking* Says Father. He won’t let me see him cry, he pretends he sick and makes me go stay at my mom’s. Which isn’t really fair, he could just go into the basement, I lock myself in my room most of the time anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110782833258870045?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110782833258870045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110782833258870045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110782833258870045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110782833258870045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/02/jesus.html' title='Jesus...'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110765589156661268</id><published>2005-02-06T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T21:11:31.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wouldn't life be easier?</title><content type='html'>Wouldn't life be easier if you could just get what you want? Then again, life would be fairly meaningless... I could list the things I want, but they're so pointless, materialistic and shallow. It makes me even more depressed, I shouldn't even think about them. They just make me hate myself. Which makes me hate myself for hating myself and so on... Who gave me the right to hate myself, I don't deserve that privilege. I have a good life, so many people have it worse than me. I almost wish I had a harder life, just so I can reserve the right to complain...&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110765589156661268?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110765589156661268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110765589156661268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110765589156661268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110765589156661268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/02/wouldnt-life-be-easier.html' title='Wouldn&apos;t life be easier?'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110748268669929680</id><published>2005-02-03T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T21:04:46.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Offically forgiven...</title><content type='html'>Alright, you apologized and I forgave you, but here's your final punishment, the word will know that I no longer trust you... Trust is not easy to regain, keep that in mind next time you break a promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl: Why didn't I stop her when she took her anti-depressants with a shot of tequila&lt;br /&gt;Carl: niiiiiice&lt;br /&gt;Me: I didn't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Me: don't tell her you know that&lt;br /&gt;Me: she'll be incredibly pissed&lt;br /&gt;Carl: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Carl: I know&lt;br /&gt;Me: Seriously, promise me no matter how pissed @ Rachel you are, don't bring that up&lt;br /&gt;Carl: bring what up?&lt;br /&gt;Me: tequila&lt;br /&gt;Carl: Ah&lt;br /&gt;Carl: yeah I promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly does this mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;I know you regret it now, but it's a little late for that&lt;br /&gt;Look before you leap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110748268669929680?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110748268669929680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110748268669929680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110748268669929680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110748268669929680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/02/offically-forgiven.html' title='Offically forgiven...'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110748560300199815</id><published>2005-02-03T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T21:53:23.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a bleeding heart liberal... I dare you to do something about it.</title><content type='html'>The Idiot Son Of An Asshole:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not smart, a C student&lt;br /&gt;And that's after buying his way into school&lt;br /&gt;Beady eyes, and he's kinda dyslexic&lt;br /&gt;Can he read? No one's really quite sure&lt;br /&gt;He signs stuff and he executes people&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why, he doesn't have any friends&lt;br /&gt;Cocaine and a little drunk driving&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter, when you're the Commander in Chief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot son of an asshole&lt;br /&gt;He's the idiot son of an asshole&lt;br /&gt;Idiot son of an asshole&lt;br /&gt;He's the idiot son of an asshole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put on some make-up, turn on the 8-Track,&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting a week back on the shelf,&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I'm the President, of the United States,&lt;br /&gt;But they I woke up, and realized I'm still me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's too dumb, to eat pretzels, apparently smart enough to fix an election.&lt;br /&gt;Moved boldly into the White House,&lt;br /&gt;but most people voted against him.&lt;br /&gt;He likes naps, He's good at naptime, A couple of naps and then a nap and then he's ready for bed,&lt;br /&gt;He may be from Bush decent, He's always gonna be unpresident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot son of an asshole&lt;br /&gt;He's the idiot son of an asshole&lt;br /&gt;Idiot son of an asshole&lt;br /&gt;He's the idiot son of an asshole&lt;br /&gt;Idiot son of an asshole&lt;br /&gt;He's the idiot son of an asshole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's our president&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ericblumrich.com/idiot.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110748560300199815?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110748560300199815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110748560300199815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110748560300199815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110748560300199815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-bleeding-heart-liberal-i-dare-you.html' title='I&apos;m a bleeding heart liberal... I dare you to do something about it.'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110738669556967222</id><published>2005-02-02T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T18:24:55.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP BULLSHITTING ME!</title><content type='html'>We gave him two things to do on the project... two mother fucking things... and he doesn’t do either... Stop bullshitting me about how you worked your ass off on it and then you left it at home, if you worked so hard then why can’t you call your perfect parents and get them to bring it. You actually expect me to believe you!&lt;br /&gt;Honestly you shouldn't even get credit on this project.&lt;br /&gt;"Graham, did you finish your countries?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes,"&lt;br /&gt;"Then where are they?"&lt;br /&gt;"In my head,"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay... What good does that do us?" The project was due today, do you want us to nail your head to the board with a railroad spike? You expect me to believe that you thought it was an oral project (tee hee) What do you take me for fuckwad? &lt;br /&gt;At least the teacher understand... &lt;br /&gt;DAMN THIS SUCKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110738669556967222?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110738669556967222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110738669556967222' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110738669556967222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110738669556967222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/02/stop-bullshitting-me.html' title='STOP BULLSHITTING ME!'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110703944936373518</id><published>2005-01-29T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T17:57:29.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know these are dumb, but I'm enjoying myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/Medox/1039424250_uizlilipic.jpg" border="0" alt="You are Lili St. Cyr!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Lili St. Cyr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Medox/quizzes/What%20Classic%20Pin-Up%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Classic Pin-Up Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110703944936373518?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110703944936373518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110703944936373518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110703944936373518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110703944936373518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-know-these-are-dumb-but-im-enjoying.html' title='I know these are dumb, but I&apos;m enjoying myself'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110702926065929624</id><published>2005-01-29T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T15:07:40.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our house...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63644752@N00/3956777/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/3956777_254b5c54ea_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63644752@N00/3956777/"&gt;IMG_0662&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/63644752@N00/"&gt;grannytakesatrip&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt;((A photo of the guy from the Experts last night... It's special because my camera's battery was dying...))&lt;br /&gt;â¢A study overlooking the lake for yours truly&lt;br /&gt;â¢ Garage converted into room where Adam's band can practice&lt;br /&gt;â¢Bedroom with thin walls for gay best friend&lt;br /&gt;â¢Large studio with window's for Feesh&lt;br /&gt;â¢Hot Tub&lt;br /&gt;â¢Feesh's IBM laptop&lt;br /&gt;â¢Adam's Dell laptop&lt;br /&gt;â¢My I-Book&lt;br /&gt;â¢Gay best friends I-Book&lt;br /&gt;â¢STRONG wireless signal throughout the house&lt;br /&gt;â¢Lake with dock&lt;br /&gt;â¢Kitchen raised above living room floor w/ marble countertops&lt;br /&gt;â¢ Well-stocked Black Fridge&lt;br /&gt;â¢Bright green shag carpeting&lt;br /&gt;â¢Assorted awesome eclectic furniture in living room&lt;br /&gt;â¢Close hair stylist friend (not living in house)&lt;br /&gt;â¢Two persian cats&lt;br /&gt;â¢Well stocked fucking cool wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;â¢Basemeent converted into dance floor (w/ pole)&lt;br /&gt;â¢Izzy's Canopy bed with curtains&lt;br /&gt;â¢ Special credit card set aside for porn&lt;br /&gt;â¢ Feesh's comfortable futon &lt;br /&gt;â¢Adam's bed with bouncy mattress&lt;br /&gt;â¢Giant trampoline&lt;br /&gt;â¢Wine Cellar&lt;br /&gt;â¢Lots of windows&lt;br /&gt;â¢LARGE shower with awesome tiles&lt;br /&gt;â¢ Butt washer thing (I can't figure out how to spell the correct word)&lt;br /&gt;â¢Great sound system throughout the house&lt;br /&gt;â¢Disco balls and colored lights&lt;br /&gt;â¢ Chandeliers strung with odds and ends&lt;br /&gt;â¢Lots of naked barbies (don't ask...)&lt;br /&gt;â¢Well decorated walls&lt;br /&gt;â¢Trees&lt;br /&gt;â¢Close proximity to the city&lt;br /&gt;â¢ Exercise equipment (Well stocked fridge...)&lt;br /&gt;â¢Small library with up to date collection of high quality porno magazines&lt;br /&gt;â¢Normal sized TV, with DVD player&lt;br /&gt;â¢Netflix&lt;br /&gt;â¢A studio set aside for painting clothes&lt;br /&gt;â¢ Secret stashes of candy everywhere&lt;br /&gt;â¢Guest rooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, I'll keep you posted... We all have the right to wishfully think!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110702926065929624?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110702926065929624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110702926065929624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110702926065929624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110702926065929624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/our-house.html' title='Our house...'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110702756970974581</id><published>2005-01-29T14:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T14:17:40.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam and Feesh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63644752@N00/3955961/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.flickr.com/3955961_4725838d28_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63644752@N00/3955961/"&gt;Adam and Feesh!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/63644752@N00/"&gt;grannytakesatrip&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt;Feesh and Adam at Ooh La Latte, Adam does not usually look like that! I'm not exactly sure how he managed to get that expression... Lemme tell you, we kicked ass in that place! All the other lame fuck wads couldn't hold a candle to our supreme emoliciousness!&lt;br /&gt;The first band was shit, so during that time we planned our future:&lt;br /&gt;-Feesh will go to Art School in DC, as soon as she is out she will start a vintage store/cafe, like Ooh La Latte.&lt;br /&gt;-Adam will be bassist in an incredibly awesome heavy metal band. He will often play @ Feesh's Cafe and will get discounts on clothes to improve his supreme awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;- Boringly I will be a professor of Theology @ Georgetown university (at least I'll have a steady paycheck) I will spend majority of my time @ Feesh's cafe, and, as her unofficial stylist I will get discounts on clothes and unlimited lattes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will all live together in a house outside of DC, with gay best friend. We listed the details of our house. See last post...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110702756970974581?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110702756970974581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110702756970974581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110702756970974581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110702756970974581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/adam-and-feesh_29.html' title='Adam and Feesh!'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110706086725986290</id><published>2005-01-28T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T23:54:27.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gay care bear?!?!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/londonbelow/1038911340_dergaybear.jpg" border="0" alt="Gay Bear"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gay Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/londonbelow/quizzes/Which%20Dysfunctional%20Care%20Bear%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110706086725986290?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110706086725986290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110706086725986290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110706086725986290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110706086725986290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-gay-care-bear.html' title='I&apos;m gay care bear?!?!!!!!'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110703361989472272</id><published>2005-01-28T04:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T16:20:19.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ack...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.mn.rr.com/couplandesque/quizzes/john.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.mn.rr.com/couplandesque/quizzes/johnquiz.htm"&gt;Which John Cusack Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110703361989472272?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110703361989472272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110703361989472272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110703361989472272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110703361989472272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/ack.html' title='Ack...'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110688461981471011</id><published>2005-01-28T01:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T22:58:42.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Staring @ the wall and once again "sleeping"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63644752@N00/3849903/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos2.flickr.com/3849903_da77950321_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63644752@N00/3849903/"&gt;IMG_0628&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/63644752@N00/"&gt;grannytakesatrip&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt;I'm wistfully staring at the wall, wishing I hadn't burned that incense because it made my head ache. Just so you can conjure in your mind exactly what I'm doing right now, that's a picture of part of my bedroom wall, it's very depressing, I'm out of wall space and my dad is a little pissed about how the scotch tape on the wall. Apparently scotch tape is bad for the wall. I'm trying to make my cold go away so I'm really going to sleep, not "sleep"&lt;br /&gt;'Night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110688461981471011?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110688461981471011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110688461981471011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110688461981471011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110688461981471011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/staring-wall-and-once-again-sleeping.html' title='Staring @ the wall and once again &quot;sleeping&quot;'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110686229380886077</id><published>2005-01-27T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T16:44:53.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Intense emotional hesitations... Sounds pretty, doesn't it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am getting a cold and my head hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The immigration project is due on Monday! AHHHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have cramps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have run out of pads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My teachers are assholes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My gym teacher is bitch champion of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have an overwhelming urge to smack my parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dinner isn't for another few hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have no musculer, hot young men serving my needs every hour of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Conan is grounded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have temporary lost Zoe's Guns N' Roses CD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Slash is not in love with me :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today is not Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am broke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My ability to see the sunny side of life is temporarily been disconnected... Please hang up and try again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am complaining to an unresponsive computer screen instead of my shrink, who I saw only about an hour ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am too young to go to gay bars with my non-existent hot gay friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My dad might only let us go to Ooh La Latte 'till 11 because he won't be able to stay awake... I will not let this happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's cold outside, but it's not snowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It might snow this weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bush was re-elected, though his name is actually rather dirty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Condaleeza Rice's hair stylist is still alive and kickin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bush is going to make a constitutional amendment against gay marriage, even though it's against everything America is supposed to stand for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There's a chance Roe vs Wade will be overturned, see #23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;They're thinking about bombing Iran... Yes, they're images of themselves are so over inflated that they don't realize our asses are going to get kicked. Even Alexander the Great couldn't defeat Persia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Grandma is out of Jelly Beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I guess it's the sneezin' season," Great Aunt Janice says, concentrating on her knitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I ran spellcheck on this and it doesn't know the word homoerotic or asshole, I am not pleased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;starving!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nobody but Feesh is commenting on my blog anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My dog has rolled in something unpleasent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My dad is playing sad songs loudly on the guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My computer thinks that Conan should be changed to Cowman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have no arm strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The word 'Freedom of Choice' have worn off of my wristband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My favorite pair of underwear has blood all over the crotch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I want to take a shower but I can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cool clothes are always expensive, especially @ The Untidy Museum (untidymuseum.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have one sweater and It's getting a little dirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No one ever sends me any mail, exept Netflix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I still have nine more problems to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I lost my immigrant and had to redo it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have no grand children (WTF!!! I'm only thirteen, that's a good thang!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have no children, see above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm itchy in all the places it's rude to scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have to pee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nobody is on AIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Carl won't admit he wears tighty whity's, what exactly is there to be ashamed of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't know where the aspirin is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I can't miss school tomorrow because I won't be able to party all night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That concludes my top 50 reasons why today sucks... Thank you, *bows*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110686229380886077?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110686229380886077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110686229380886077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110686229380886077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110686229380886077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/intense-emotional-hesitations-sounds.html' title='Intense emotional hesitations... Sounds pretty, doesn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110678079462144370</id><published>2005-01-26T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T18:06:34.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>America's leading football authority...</title><content type='html'>I was reading one of my dad's old football magazines in the bathroom, I thought they were supposed to be about football... hmmm... I don't think anyone who doesn't like to ogle women with so much botox in their brains that they can't even pick out the right bikini size. &lt;br /&gt;"Finally! Everything you need to know about football, at the touch of a button! AND IT'S FREE!" &lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I didn't catch that, I was too distracted by the fact that, that woman's nipple's are so hard she could looks like she could type with them. Come on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note about the song Arlene that I mentioned earlier: It's a murder ballad, in case you didn't catch that. It's about this guy who takes this woman into a cave and kills her. It's really pretty creepy and he keeps on going on and on about her hair and how he can still see how red it is in the dark. SCARY, especially after all those episodes of Law and Order SVU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110678079462144370?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110678079462144370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110678079462144370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110678079462144370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110678079462144370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/americas-leading-football-authority.html' title='America&apos;s leading football authority...'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110670766479870701</id><published>2005-01-26T00:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T21:47:44.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times...</title><content type='html'>I can’t believe I’m watching Friends, what is it about me and bad TV shows these days. I want cable at my moms! Maybe I should just stop watching TV... HA!!!!!!! Maybe Law and Order SVU is on, or Seinfeld. YAY, Seinfeld... I am so lame. All I do is waste my life in front of the TV. There’s another concert @ Ooh La Latte on Friday, I invited Feesh and Vicky to come with me. I don’t know if they can come, they’re the two people I feel most comfortable around. I’m not sure why, but I want to get some dancing done. Interesting story of the day: On New Years, Vicky got “a little” tipsy @ Chelly’s house and they were climbing around on the roof... Aren’t Chel’s parents the best?!? (sarcasm, sarcasm) Well I guess Vicky really had to pee, but she pissed on Chully’s roof. I wonder if that was before or after they trashed Chul’s neighbors house. Good times... Good times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110670766479870701?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110670766479870701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110670766479870701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110670766479870701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110670766479870701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/good-times.html' title='Good times...'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110660838407714235</id><published>2005-01-24T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T18:13:04.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching Will and Grace...</title><content type='html'>Ugg... I hate this show, or at least I like to say that. It's a lie... I love this show, all it's awful stereotypes and dumb jokes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an moment today when I realized how lucky I was to have my friends. We were rolling around on the hill, which is covered in dry grass. We were all coated in itchy grass, Emma was laughing so hard she couldn't breath, after everyone else left we were "separated" because we were distracting everybody. We couldn't even make eye contact, we were both ready to wet our pants. I love my friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110660838407714235?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110660838407714235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110660838407714235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110660838407714235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110660838407714235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/watching-will-and-grace.html' title='Watching Will and Grace...'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110653264866360745</id><published>2005-01-24T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T17:12:27.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feesh's feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63644752@N00/3701503/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos2.flickr.com/3701503_2843a9fc37_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63644752@N00/3701503/"&gt;Feesh's feet&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/63644752@N00/"&gt;grannytakesatrip&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt;I read the story about that lightsaber kid and decided not to post pictured of their whole faces, but feet won't hurt, right? These aren't my feet, my feet are thinner and my toes are longer. Not that Feesh ((xanga.com/barbieispunk)) has fat feet, I just have incredibly narrow feet, which makes shoe shopping nearly impossible, whick sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how shows ratings go up higher each new season, or maybe it's show by show... I'm watching family guy, some episodes are rated PG and some are rated TV-14 or whatever. I wonder why is it on TV it's 14 and in movie's it's 13? Actually I don't wonder, I couldn't give a flying fuck... I just don't want to stop writing... &lt;br /&gt;Ta Ta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110653264866360745?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110653264866360745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110653264866360745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110653264866360745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110653264866360745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/feeshs-feet.html' title='Feesh&apos;s feet'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110645849622445680</id><published>2005-01-23T04:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T21:18:52.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GOSH!!!</title><content type='html'>Ugggg... I am so tired of being depressed! So fucking tired. I should of had fun tonight @ the concert @ Ooh La Latte (http://www.oohlalatte.com/) , I mean come on, they had a Bush shaped pinata filled with condoms and and little packets of astroglide, I didn't get any :(  But the Ooh Latte Crowd is so much cooler than me, so much more worthy to be alive. I mean, they're also mostly 10 odd years older than me and I try to keep that in mind, but it's still incredibly disconcerting. I went with Gabster, who I see ever so often, some of her friends were there too, that was depressing because I hate looking down on people. I can't help it, it's human nature, it's not just me. is it? My ideas of scum of society, vastly differs from the majority. I loved the County Kings, I've never seen a drag king show before. It was funny and seriously made me consider becoming a lesbian again... but whatever. Speaking of lesbians... apart from the gay pride parade, I have never seen so many openly gay people together in one place... That was kind of awesome... I got a flier about birth control pills, which I have no interest in taking, but I just started thinking. When I do start becoming sexually active, how do I approach my mom about the pill. "Hi Mommy, I fuck people now..." Hmmmm... Somehow I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 32nd Birthday Roe vs. Wade! The Bush Administration can go fuck itself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110645849622445680?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110645849622445680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110645849622445680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110645849622445680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110645849622445680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/gosh.html' title='GOSH!!!'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110645942144935260</id><published>2005-01-23T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T00:50:21.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeremy's finger and Emma's head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63644752@N00/3679859/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/3679859_d2b24b216e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63644752@N00/3679859/"&gt;IMG_0625&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/63644752@N00/"&gt;grannytakesatrip&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt;It was taken on new years, but I just got it from my camera... Emma was not feeling photogenic that night...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110645942144935260?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110645942144935260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110645942144935260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110645942144935260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110645942144935260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/jeremys-finger-and-emmas-head.html' title='Jeremy&apos;s finger and Emma&apos;s head'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110642367809132640</id><published>2005-01-22T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T14:54:38.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Annie on my mind...</title><content type='html'>Wow, I'm such a romantic... I'm reading this book for the umteenth time and just wishing love was really that simple and easy to find. I also wish my dad would pull himself enough so we can go to New York, his friends are practically begging us too come stay with us in Brooklyn... I'm in the mood for some fine art. I want to go to the met and see the new MOMA, I'm reading a really good book about Keith Haring and I want to see some of his stuff in person. You know, he hardly made it to thirty. Damn free and unprotected sex... but I guess before the big AIDS scare nobody even really thought about it. If only Keith Haring had been born just a few years later, maybe he'd be alive today. Now I'm slightly depressed, I'm a sucker for adorable gay artists with dorky glasses... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110642367809132640?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110642367809132640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110642367809132640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110642367809132640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110642367809132640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/annie-on-my-mind.html' title='Annie on my mind...'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110641806709686612</id><published>2005-01-22T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T13:21:07.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goddamn The Handsome Family...</title><content type='html'>Here we go again with the Handsome Family... ARRRRRGGGG!!!! He's playing along and singing (*shudder*) to the song Arlene, which has to be the most depressing song on the planet, well no, but in context...&lt;br /&gt;"Arlene I'm sorry for what I've done,&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't lookin' for love&lt;br /&gt;'Till I saw your red hair in the sun"&lt;br /&gt;Ack! now it's stuck in my head, now Daddy's depression can follow me always. YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110641806709686612?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110641806709686612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110641806709686612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110641806709686612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110641806709686612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/goddamn-handsome-family.html' title='Goddamn The Handsome Family...'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110638046112669579</id><published>2005-01-22T05:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T02:54:21.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still "Sleeping</title><content type='html'>Father woke up and told me to go to sleep, now he really thinks I am. I'm really under the covers with my computer... bad me! i hope he doesn't try to make a phone call (damn dial -up) then I'm screwed. THough my parents aren't ones who usually do things like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring justice to this snow dayless world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110638046112669579?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110638046112669579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110638046112669579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110638046112669579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110638046112669579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/still-sleeping.html' title='Still &quot;Sleeping'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110637742071574299</id><published>2005-01-22T05:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T02:03:40.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sleeping" again...</title><content type='html'>It's like... early and if dad wakes up I die... or maybe not... I dunno... I hope somebody posts a comment, I want to know of somebody besides Carl and Adam are reading this fucking thing. I read other people's stuff, I love to read other people's stuff. I love to lose myself in other people's lives... it's fun... and takes me away from the "harsh" *cough cough* reality of my own... Oh woe is me... life just sucks doesn't it?... Whine Whine, Bitch Bitch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110637742071574299?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110637742071574299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110637742071574299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637742071574299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637742071574299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/sleeping-again_22.html' title='&quot;Sleeping&quot; again...'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110637555290898095</id><published>2005-01-22T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:32:32.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutting</title><content type='html'>I don't cut... Or atleast I won't ever do it again. It hurt! Pain on top of pain? Yay? Now I can't use a lighter and it hurts to do anything with my thumb. I am not a cutter! Just a little dead skin, on my thumb. Not cutting... it didn't help me at all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110637555290898095?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110637555290898095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110637555290898095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637555290898095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637555290898095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/cutting.html' title='Cutting'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110637587127726791</id><published>2005-01-21T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:37:51.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>High school</title><content type='html'>2005-01-21 - 6:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;High school looms ahead like some sort of terrifying...ummmm... scary thingy... Wow, am I good with words today... I just realized today that all me and my friends ever talk about is sex and the most violent, painful ways to kill each other. We are so fucking immature, I love it. Immature people have more fun, until they end up accidentally getting themselves killed (in the most violent and painful way possible.) Now I'm slightly worried, I have no interest in getting my face torn off and having lemon juice poured on it, bleeding to death from a paper cut in the eye or having a bookbinding needle tear up my brain through my ear (AGG!) I'm having a little trouble confiding in my shrink, she's too bouncy and wears ugly shoes. At least they're better than Condaleeza Rice's hair! That woman's fashion adviser deserves to have his or her intestines pulled out through the bottom of his or her foot. Even my Dad will admit that her hair is evil in hair form and he always yells at me for making sarcastic remarks about how people look. To her credit she is a black woman and if somebody does manage to kill off Bush and Cheney (hopefully as painfully as possible) than she would become el presidento, or la presidenta, whatever. That would be completely awesome, I would love to watch the KKK throw up their stomachs and die (in excruciating pain) in the ER.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.    P.M.S and grumpiness from period and Six Feet Under withdrawal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110637587127726791?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110637587127726791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110637587127726791' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637587127726791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637587127726791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/high-school.html' title='High school'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110703919758051205</id><published>2005-01-19T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T17:53:17.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labeling, by quizilla</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/torinaura/1092194039_uresgeorge.jpg" border="0" alt="paradise kiss boy"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the bad boy / girl of your school.  You&lt;br&gt;have little faith in yourself and usually find&lt;br&gt;escape in some sort of addicting substance or&lt;br&gt;yourself.  You would rather torture others&lt;br&gt;above anything else.   You regularly skip&lt;br&gt;school and when you go, always tend to ditch a&lt;br&gt;certain class.  Some classmates can fear you&lt;br&gt;while others pity you...and your family.  (No&lt;br&gt;offense)  Your cruel behavior and abject&lt;br&gt;personality tends to single you out from the&lt;br&gt;crowd...and you prefer life this way at times.&lt;br&gt;However, lonliness can rear its ugly head and&lt;br&gt;force you seek a way to silence it.  But be&lt;br&gt;warned, your path is dangerous... but only a&lt;br&gt;strong person can walk this road. &lt;P&gt;  Some&lt;br&gt;ideal occupations for you can be a Police&lt;br&gt;officer, Celebrity (who doesn't love the&lt;br&gt;badasses?), Wrestler, Polotician, or some sort&lt;br&gt;of leader.  Either way, your destined to be&lt;br&gt;known by many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/torinaura/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20teenager%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What type of teenager are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110703919758051205?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110703919758051205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110703919758051205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110703919758051205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110703919758051205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/labeling-by-quizilla.html' title='Labeling, by quizilla'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110637574629460114</id><published>2005-01-19T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:35:46.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 feet under</title><content type='html'>It's the last episode of Six Feet Under until season 3 comes out on DVD... Damn those slow HBO assholes... When will they get around to making it? It's making my heart hurt. THOSE ASSHOLES!!!!! I love this show so much, it's my addiction. Well... It's better than cocaine. Much better... I hope they hurry up, I might starting going through withdrawal. Just kidding... I hope. Six Feet Under is better than Queer as Folk... Much better.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN THOSE FUCKERS! At the end of the episode they're going to leave it hanging wether or not Nate dies, whether or not Claire gets into college or where the fuck Brenda is . Goddamn them, goddamn them to hell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110637574629460114?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110637574629460114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110637574629460114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637574629460114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637574629460114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/6-feet-under.html' title='6 feet under'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110637567844778444</id><published>2005-01-18T01:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:34:38.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, goddamit goodbye!</title><content type='html'>How I would love to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But I can't&lt;br /&gt;No matter what hell you put me through&lt;br /&gt;So you test me&lt;br /&gt;You test my limits&lt;br /&gt;You stretch the boundries&lt;br /&gt;That's how Jimi Hendrix died you know&lt;br /&gt;The skies not the limit&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I learned to care about you&lt;br /&gt;I regret now I ever laughed with you&lt;br /&gt;and now&lt;br /&gt;You've stuck me out on the ledge&lt;br /&gt;like you've done to yourself&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110637567844778444?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110637567844778444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110637567844778444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637567844778444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637567844778444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/goodbye-goddamit-goodbye.html' title='Goodbye, goddamit goodbye!'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110637531632453726</id><published>2005-01-17T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:28:36.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sleeping"</title><content type='html'>Good morning... Sort of... I didn't sleep a wink, try sleeping while you're hanging off the edge of a friends bed. Chel's still asleep and I won't wake her, she looks so happy when she's asleep. I'm just gonna sit around for the next few hours. Maybe I'll watch A Touch of Pink again... I'm gonna go do that.&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110637531632453726?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110637531632453726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110637531632453726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637531632453726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637531632453726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/sleeping.html' title='&quot;Sleeping&quot;'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110637516533991510</id><published>2005-01-17T03:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:26:05.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Handsome family...</title><content type='html'>2005-01-16 - 12:55 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my parents fo breaking up and I hate my mom for breaking my dads heart&lt;br /&gt;and I hate the band the handsome family for being so damn depressing and I hate my dad for liking them and making my life depressing. My whole house reeks of his unhappiness... I gets passed along, I'm not even there and I can feel it! That's why I'm crying... or I was crying, It's stopped... Finally.&lt;br /&gt;Glory Hallalluah... Chells Bells finally came out of the bathroom, with a few fresh scratches on her arms, but nothing worse. Why didn't I stop her when she took her anti-depressants with a shot of tequila? Damn me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110637516533991510?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110637516533991510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110637516533991510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637516533991510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637516533991510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/handsome-family.html' title='Handsome family...'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110637502046972363</id><published>2005-01-17T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:23:40.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Queer as Folk</title><content type='html'>Queer as Folk is sad... but incredibly, incredibly, awesomely sexy... Very graphic... YAY!!! That's what this is about, isn't it? The first line was kind of unnerving, "It's all about sex," Here we are with the stereotypes again. Poor baby, he's being taken advantage of... He's so young and ummm... virginy (is that a word?)&lt;br /&gt;God this is dirty, I almost feel guilty, almost... ;)&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sad for Justin, he's being taken advantage of... Oh, I already mentioned that. Poor, poor baby... It's ruining my horniness.&lt;br /&gt;My butt is tingling, maybe from sitting... yeah right...&lt;br /&gt;Oh My fucking god...&lt;br /&gt;Football is very homo-erotic... tight pants, hugging and tackling... hmmm... I gotta start watching football... heh...&lt;br /&gt;He can't remember Justin's name, Justin's only 17, he's still in high school, for God's sake. My poor, poor little sexy baby... God I'm hating Brian right now! Sooooooo much... If only he wasn't so sexy... Goddamit!&lt;br /&gt;"I don't believe in love, I believe in fucking..." How depressing... what a horrible way to look at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110637502046972363?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110637502046972363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110637502046972363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637502046972363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637502046972363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/queer-as-folk_16.html' title='Queer as Folk'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110637480259247725</id><published>2005-01-17T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:20:02.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fag hag...</title><content type='html'>2005-01-15 - 9:06 p.m. &lt;br /&gt;Finished 'A Touch Of Pink.' *Groan* If you haven't seen it you should. *Swoons* Giles is so sexy that he should be tied up in a closet and used as my pleasure device... There I go with the sexual fantasies. Actually I really just want to be a guy and make out with him... hmmmm... I wish I was a gay guy... I guess I'm just destined to become a fag hag... How pathetic... How depressing... i don't want to be a fag hag... I hate sealed fates... I DON'T WANT TO BE A FAG HAG!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110637480259247725?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110637480259247725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110637480259247725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637480259247725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637480259247725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/fag-hag.html' title='Fag hag...'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110637475066183103</id><published>2005-01-16T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:19:10.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hottie gay guy movie marathon!</title><content type='html'>2005-01-15 - 8:19 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;8:19 p.m. &lt;br /&gt;Taking a short break from our Movie Marathon... Chel's taking the dye out of her hair. A Touch of pink is a sexy, sexy movie! Yay, I wish she would come back so we can finish it, I;m waiting for them to make out again. Oh my yummy, yummy pals...&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm stuffed, every fried seafood imaginable... Next is season one, or part of season one of Queer As Folk, that should be interesting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110637475066183103?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110637475066183103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110637475066183103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637475066183103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637475066183103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/hottie-gay-guy-movie-marathon.html' title='Hottie gay guy movie marathon!'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110637441298939625</id><published>2005-01-16T04:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:14:33.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginal me...</title><content type='html'>2005-01-15 - 11:08 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Okay... I promise not to write every ten minutes all the time... but things come to me so fast!&lt;br /&gt;I was reading other blogs about thier lovely sexual fantasies and stuff. I won't even bother, I like to avoid them *cough* and I'm not sure I want to share them, though I'm sure others would just love to read them... They won't be for-filled for at-least another 3 years (depending on whether my self control holds up ;) So why should I bother *cough*. Poor little virginal me... I can't control my raging mind...&lt;br /&gt;-Iz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110637441298939625?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110637441298939625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110637441298939625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637441298939625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637441298939625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/virginal-me.html' title='Virginal me...'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110637427560983495</id><published>2005-01-16T04:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:11:15.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Racists, homophobes and the religous right! OH MY!</title><content type='html'>2005-01-15 - 1:21 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people have to be so “righteous”? It’s what makes the world so fucked up. It’s so insane. In their desperation to become their opinion of a good person they decide that everybody else needs to be their version of a good person. They lose all respect for anyone but themselves. As their respect and love for themselves grows they start to feel like everybody else needs to be just like them. If they can’t change somebody they do their best to get rid of them in some way or another, all to create their own utopia. That’s the recipe for hatred and it sucks. Everybody needs to learn to transcend that, unfortunately it’s to subconscious for most people to figure out. People just don’t get it and that’s what so frustrating. It’s so easy to fix, just so fucking easy. People just need to shut the fuck up and listen for a second. I doubt they ever will. What runs through these peoples minds? What the hell are they thinking? I just don’t get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110637427560983495?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110637427560983495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110637427560983495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637427560983495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637427560983495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/racists-homophobes-and-religous-right.html' title='Racists, homophobes and the religous right! OH MY!'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110637413463416115</id><published>2005-01-15T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:08:54.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockfic.com</title><content type='html'>2005-01-15 - 1:20 a.m. &lt;br /&gt;I think most of the authers on rockfic.com were jacking off when they though of their story ideas. I mean, “Top botton or versatile”... come on, hasn’t anyone ever heard of a plot? Graphic sex can be incorporated into a plot, Jesus Christ! I can read about sex and be entertained, but I only take so much. This may be old fashioned, but love, however slight, should be involved. People wonder why there are homophobes in the world. Gays shouldn’t be portayed as sex obsessed maniacs, who can’t get into a commited relationship. Everything is just easing back into old sterotypes and it’s sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110637413463416115?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110637413463416115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110637413463416115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637413463416115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637413463416115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2005/01/rockficcom.html' title='Rockfic.com'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110637403532520472</id><published>2004-12-18T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:07:15.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the cruise</title><content type='html'>2004-12-18&lt;br /&gt;12/18/04 - 5:48 PM - Cruise ship.&lt;br /&gt;Watching ship leave port, all the treeless clone neighborhoods creeping into a blissful oblivion... then it dawns on you... if you turn around you will see a bunch of white republicans dancing the electric slide to a so called calypso band... fat consumer children and teenagers lost in a world of privilege run around you, totally oblivious of the irony of it all... those stepford cities aren’t dissappearing, they’re following you... you think you’re better than them... you becomeing your enemy... you’re such an idiot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110637403532520472?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110637403532520472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110637403532520472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637403532520472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637403532520472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2004/12/on-cruise.html' title='On the cruise'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110637364748306066</id><published>2004-11-13T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:00:47.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Art walk</title><content type='html'>11/13/04 - 1:13 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is suddenly so bitter. I guess I understand why, sort of. What I don’t undrstand is why I’m not that bitter. I’m not really all that depressed about it either, which is really pretty odd. Shouldn’t I be totally fucked up right now? It wasn’t like I had time to prepare for it and think it over, it wasn’t like I expected it. Why aren’t I upset?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m @ artwalk right now, and across the hall there is an old lady whose art entirly consists of drawing pansy’s on pots. It’s not like they’re horribly detailed either. Well... whatever floats your boat... whatever. Gosh... i’m such an egotist bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later... Still @ arrtwalk..................................................blegh...........................................................&lt;br /&gt;Hot, hot, hot... Native american dudes are hot,hot, hot... mmmmmmmmmm... Native american dude’s boyfriend(?) is also very attractive, exept he has an ugly coat (pleather, uck.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting people come through here:&lt;br /&gt;• Older woman, shocking blue eyes, light blue acrylic knit turtleneck, black crochet poncho, short hair and a Cruella DeVille coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Short black hair, ‘Art Doctors’ t-shirt over a long sleeve black shirt, lisp, pale pink coat, purse with an electric guitar pattern, purple barrette, thick purple eyeliner. Artist in “funk.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Dumpy burnt out hippie(ish) woman with sparkely earings and bright orange kangaroo sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110637364748306066?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110637364748306066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110637364748306066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637364748306066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637364748306066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2004/11/art-walk.html' title='Art walk'/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318312.post-110637395212316531</id><published>2004-08-12T03:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:05:52.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6/12/04 - 1:14 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole role-play thing online is really pretty dumb, in theory and just about everything else. But it’s still pretty addictive, maybe it’s just another way to hold on to my childhood while still being able to move on. Usually it’s just fun to read them, people are so pathetic. They create this perfect life for themselves through the computer screen. The blond haired, blue-eyed cheer leading captain who the football star has the hots for is much more likely a smart little geek who’s just wishing.&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side it’s probably a good breeding ground for good stories, there has to be some good characters out there. Take what happened to me and Rachel the other day, we met the coolest fucking guy, he had some okay, fairly good characters, but we actually got into some conversations w/ him, he was actually a totally rockin’ human being. We don’t know his name and all that much about him, we can only hope that he isn’t some mad internet pedophile. He sounded credible, though who the hell knows what that means. The main question is, why was he on neopets in the first place. Probably for the same reason we were, to shake some people up. I kind of hate myself for befriending somebody on the internet, but, what the fuck? I need to take a fucking chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318312-110637395212316531?l=hippiechild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/feeds/110637395212316531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318312&amp;postID=110637395212316531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637395212316531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318312/posts/default/110637395212316531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiechild.blogspot.com/2004/08/61204-114.html' title=''/><author><name>Bored Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810215871389134765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://blogs.salon.com/0001883/images/munch.puberty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
