<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116025</id><updated>2009-02-21T05:47:37.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pakalolo</title><subtitle type='html'>umm</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>hatsoff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116025.post-111206628662092322</id><published>2005-03-28T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T22:18:06.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm singing in the rain&lt;br /&gt; Just singing in the rain&lt;br /&gt; What a glorious feeling&lt;br /&gt; I'm happy again&lt;br /&gt; I'm laughing at clouds&lt;br /&gt; So dark up above&lt;br /&gt; The sun's in my heart&lt;br /&gt; And I'm ready for love&lt;br /&gt; For love&lt;br /&gt; Let the stormy clouds chase&lt;br /&gt; Everyone from the place&lt;br /&gt; Come on with the rain&lt;br /&gt; I've a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt; I'll walk down the lane&lt;br /&gt; With a happy refrain&lt;br /&gt; Singing, singing in the rain&lt;br /&gt; In the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116025-111206628662092322?l=foreground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/111206628662092322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/111206628662092322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111206628662092322' title=''/><author><name>hatsoff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15845171919212509174'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116025.post-111136152676750993</id><published>2005-03-20T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T18:32:06.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dim Sum = yum. We are so white, but at least we are classy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men with elephant trunks for penises are all the rage. Go ahead boys, run don't walk to the nearest penis store and get yourself one today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are having a private screening of Noir films in my living room. Thats when you know it's time to escape to Sarah's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an unfortunate lack of dandruff in my hair today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wished feverishly for springtime but instead...snow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all I'll write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116025-111136152676750993?l=foreground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/111136152676750993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/111136152676750993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111136152676750993' title=''/><author><name>hatsoff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15845171919212509174'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116025.post-111095653900772884</id><published>2005-03-16T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T02:02:19.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SYLVIA HAS HOT DATES AND HEARING ABOUT THEM MAKES ME FEEL WARM AND FUZZY INSIDE! (just thought the world should know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, BEN and SARAH: the benansaratonin levels in my brain are getting dangerously low. Also, Sarah, I have a present i've been meaning to give you for weeks. Perhaps i will mysteriously slip it under your door. Although now i've just gone and ruined all the mystery of that.  ANYWAY. i miss you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also! who wants to play SET with me? Am i the only person who likes that game? Playing it alone is getting boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also! my cat pooped on my floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also! it is two am and i am STILL not done with this paper. ARGGGGHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116025-111095653900772884?l=foreground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/111095653900772884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/111095653900772884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111095653900772884' title=''/><author><name>hatsoff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15845171919212509174'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116025.post-111033914027814897</id><published>2005-03-08T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T22:32:20.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just discovered that there are ways to waste time online that I'm not partaking of!&lt;br /&gt;Will someone who is a part of this sconex thing invite me into it?&lt;br /&gt;otherwise i might actually have the time to do my homework or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've resolved to update this thing more regularly.&lt;br /&gt;sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, this is going to have to count as an entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116025-111033914027814897?l=foreground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/111033914027814897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/111033914027814897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111033914027814897' title=''/><author><name>hatsoff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15845171919212509174'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116025.post-110922846593296319</id><published>2005-02-24T01:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T02:03:25.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Pickup Lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I didn't write any of these myself, I found them on the internet (don't ask why i'm looking for pickup lines on the internet, it's already been established that i'm a huge loser))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1- You must be John C. Calhoun cause you're making my south rise again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2- If you were a burger at McDonalds, you'd be named McGorgeous. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;what girl could resist a pickup line like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3- Guy: Did you just fart? Girl: No, why?  Guy: Because you just blew me away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4- Your name must be Lucky Charms, cause you're magically delicious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5- You fascinate me more than the Fundamental Theorem of Calculus.  (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm sure whoever thought this one up is one irresistibly seductive stud muffin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6- My love for you is like diarrhea; I can't hold it in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7- Hey c'mon now, I'm ugly, you're ugly, it's perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8- Is your name Pepsi?  Because you sure are sizzling.  (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;does that make any sense? no, i thought not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9- You're looking sharper than a page of Oscar Wilde witticisms that has been rolled up into a point, sprinkled with lemon juice and jabbed into someone's eye. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;swoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- Your perfume smells like Jesus. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after how many days on the cross?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11- &lt;/span&gt;(Look down at crotch) It's not just going to suck itself.&lt;br /&gt;12-      How do you like your eggs in the morning?  Fertile?&lt;br /&gt;13- Is that an upward sloping marginal demand curve in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(holler)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Also: New Pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Also: Sheer Brilliance (courtesy of laura, katie, vodka, almodovar, princes, timewarps, biting, and little girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We have these friends and this woman teaches this class so 6they go to paris every year and they were grape pickers in the grape vines of France BOFFFFFFFFF BOFFFFFFFFF my mom can’t speak French the fermer for the diner yeah anyway then my mom in the wrong way oh BOFFFFFFF it’s really weird oh bofff &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When my mom went to japan she was really pregnant. Just me. Gift giving in japan is a big deal when my dad was in japan they bowed a lot with business cards and he was like arrrghhhdid you just spray it in her eye. Breassttesses quand javais huite pfffffffffffffffffff. Pffffffffff. Yeah you know what fuck you and fuck the apostrophe too. (that is pronounced APO-ST-RO-FF because it is FRAAINCHE!) &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So when I was like four or maybe like five I like had sex with girls. Did you guys like have sex with girls??? YES!!!!! We did!!! Hahahahaha like oeffffffffffff like vitement oefuffffff le tgf quand j’avais huite like oeffffffffff. Did you guys like do it with like your clothes off??? NO NO!! Katie? Katie? Did you do with your clothes off? Um,mmm I don’t remember……..SHUT UP!!!! &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The pregnant women at my gynecologists office totally thinking I’m getting LAID!!! Like totally! They think im sexually active like not just like when I avais HUIT&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whos a little bit tipsy???? Yo mama!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That was so funny I can barely masturbate now ! –n kqatie&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whats eh writing? Yopu guys!!! Read to meeeeee. Hmmm katies is type whinies in da bed with no spooooooning. Quand elle avait huiiiiiiiiiiit elle a spoone avec beaucoup beacoup des garcons mais avec beaucoup plus de fillessssssssssssssss~!!! Whatcha ta;lking can we spoon again I should a singer writer I tyhink more vodka. BUSSSSSSSSTED KATIIIIIEEEEEEE &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116025-110922846593296319?l=foreground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110922846593296319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110922846593296319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110922846593296319' title=''/><author><name>hatsoff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15845171919212509174'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116025.post-110842134206692709</id><published>2005-02-14T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T17:49:02.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grrr hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i  wouldn't give for early menopause...and some ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, in lieu of that, I will sit around and mope. and then exercise. and then mope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. I'm like a depressed little old lady who names her 50 cats things like Mr. Perkins and has conversations with them about cat food, except without the multitude of cats or the creativity and with the wacked out hormones. see? i don't even make sense. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116025-110842134206692709?l=foreground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110842134206692709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110842134206692709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110842134206692709' title=''/><author><name>hatsoff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15845171919212509174'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116025.post-110749297328873853</id><published>2005-02-03T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T23:56:13.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.nationallampoon.com/nl/03_voices/flirting/flirting.asp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116025-110749297328873853?l=foreground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110749297328873853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110749297328873853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110749297328873853' title=''/><author><name>hatsoff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15845171919212509174'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116025.post-110716262206345107</id><published>2005-01-31T04:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T23:00:06.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pictures! Not nearly all of them, but it's a healthy start. Help out with captions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116025-110716262206345107?l=foreground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110716262206345107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110716262206345107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110716262206345107' title=''/><author><name>hatsoff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15845171919212509174'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116025.post-110678184151147996</id><published>2005-01-26T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T18:24:01.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>because i need to get over my perception that blogs are inherently different from livejournals/xangas, and for other reasons as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Are we friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. When and how did we meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Do you have a crush on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Would you kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Describe me in one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. What was your first impression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Do you still think that way about me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What reminds you of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If you could give me anything what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When's the last time you saw me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you going to put this on your LiveJournal/BLOG/xanga and see what I say about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116025-110678184151147996?l=foreground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110678184151147996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110678184151147996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110678184151147996' title=''/><author><name>hatsoff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15845171919212509174'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116025.post-110628380857122858</id><published>2005-01-21T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T00:03:28.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ Insert witty post here ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116025-110628380857122858?l=foreground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110628380857122858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110628380857122858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110628380857122858' title=''/><author><name>hatsoff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15845171919212509174'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116025.post-110600528160594380</id><published>2005-01-17T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T20:55:04.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;I've spent the past three days locked inside so that i could work and yet!&lt;br /&gt;I've only written&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;143 words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of the cumulative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3,375+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that must be written for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this: "Ananin amina kale kurar sabah aksam mac yaparim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is Turkish for: "I would create goals in your mother's pussy and play soccer there day and night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this: Ses posral v kine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is Czech for: "Did you shit in the cinema?"&lt;br /&gt;(means: are you kidding me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This enlightening information is brought to you by: http://www.insultmonger.com/swearing/index.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspired by: Sylvia, procrastination, sophomoric humor, and the letter w&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116025-110600528160594380?l=foreground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110600528160594380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110600528160594380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110600528160594380' title=''/><author><name>hatsoff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15845171919212509174'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116025.post-110582163748533761</id><published>2005-01-15T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T15:40:37.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just not a very interesting person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116025-110582163748533761?l=foreground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110582163748533761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110582163748533761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110582163748533761' title=''/><author><name>hatsoff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15845171919212509174'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116025.post-110531037540746655</id><published>2005-01-09T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T17:39:35.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at first i was going to write a post mentioning alllll these other things in my life and not Sabrina at all, because i'm passive agressive like that, but then i was like, damn, she's way too cute, and all i really want to do is type her name over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sabrina- this is not just some cheap scheme to get you to keep commenting on my blog...really...it's not...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In entirely unrelated news, my heart bursts with love for Freestyle Love Supreme, and if the tickets aren't sold out yet for their last two preformances, everyone should go see it (there's very little i could wholeheartedly recommend as much as i am recommending this right now so go! www.smarttix.com) I want to go again with Sarah and shove&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; her&lt;/span&gt; out of her seat to be the volunteer. Even though it'll be her 4th time. The actors will not only call her by her first name, but start making up pet names for her as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to party like we're second term seniors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116025-110531037540746655?l=foreground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110531037540746655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110531037540746655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110531037540746655' title=''/><author><name>hatsoff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15845171919212509174'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116025.post-110479011005005841</id><published>2005-01-03T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T20:08:12.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today some man at a news stand told me that i should get a license for my smile because i could kill people with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could - that would be hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my dad just sent me this email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; Hi Kitten&lt;br /&gt;Found while looking through my old notebooks to research my new strip for Breakdowns, this poem written when you were just a bulge in Maman's belly and were known to us only as Kickapoo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kickapoo, kickapoo,&lt;br /&gt;floating in fluid-&lt;br /&gt;Is you a Jew,&lt;br /&gt;or is you a Druid?&lt;br /&gt;Is you a girl&lt;br /&gt;or is you a boy?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be good,&lt;br /&gt;or will you annoy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be Gemini?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be Taurus?&lt;br /&gt;Will you wear Pampers&lt;br /&gt;or diapers more porous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;For one very special reason, and that reason alone (because astrology is all hogwash) , I'm very glad i'm a Taurus and not a Gemini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my dad insisted on reciting this poem of his over and over while we made dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TITS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some are like sausages,&lt;br /&gt;some are like pies,&lt;br /&gt;some are like blisters,&lt;br /&gt;summer-like sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He inists it's his greatest work. I insisted i was unable to stomach dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to nap. hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116025-110479011005005841?l=foreground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110479011005005841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110479011005005841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110479011005005841' title=''/><author><name>hatsoff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15845171919212509174'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116025.post-110469914668212953</id><published>2005-01-02T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T15:52:26.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck motherfucker fuckity fuck fuck shit piss fuck fucking fucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi... i'm on page three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116025-110469914668212953?l=foreground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110469914668212953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110469914668212953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110469914668212953' title=''/><author><name>hatsoff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15845171919212509174'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116025.post-110359447729128362</id><published>2004-12-20T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T21:01:17.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jesus christ, where has my brain gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116025-110359447729128362?l=foreground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110359447729128362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110359447729128362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110359447729128362' title=''/><author><name>hatsoff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15845171919212509174'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116025.post-110314952796425018</id><published>2004-12-15T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T17:25:27.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>deferred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hiding and crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116025-110314952796425018?l=foreground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110314952796425018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110314952796425018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110314952796425018' title=''/><author><name>hatsoff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15845171919212509174'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116025.post-110298387128829097</id><published>2004-12-13T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T19:24:31.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Jeremy,&lt;br /&gt;Stop procrastinating and do your homework.&lt;br /&gt;I would write something deep and metaphorical here for you to read, but all i can think about is college and no one wants to hear about that.&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;Nadja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116025-110298387128829097?l=foreground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110298387128829097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110298387128829097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110298387128829097' title=''/><author><name>hatsoff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15845171919212509174'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116025.post-110290447670724250</id><published>2004-12-12T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T21:21:16.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so so so seduced, my head is spinning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wanna hold you like never before&lt;br /&gt; 'cause we're falling and I love you more and more."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116025-110290447670724250?l=foreground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110290447670724250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110290447670724250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110290447670724250' title=''/><author><name>hatsoff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15845171919212509174'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116025.post-110287722899514693</id><published>2004-12-12T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T13:47:08.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The air smells really nice today.&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream that it was 6 o'clock on thursday and i was in a room with a lot of other people and i was trying to check whether yale had accepted me but everytime i had almost signed into the page the computer kept breaking and the keys kept swimming around and i kept making typos and everytime i did i had to start over. And then a long long time later i finally was able to check, and i got rejected and everyone in the room started cackling. What is happening to my brain?&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom shook me awake and made me go buy milk.&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, life is really good.&lt;br /&gt;My parents are giving me some lady's old mac, so i will finally have a working computer.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could protect Mimi from the scary men in Taylors, but my parents are being silly.&lt;br /&gt;I also wish i got to see Sarah more.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to write a real post but...there really isn't much to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116025-110287722899514693?l=foreground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110287722899514693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110287722899514693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110287722899514693' title=''/><author><name>hatsoff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15845171919212509174'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116025.post-110254269611294423</id><published>2004-12-08T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T18:29:31.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the fuck is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt; with you people?&lt;br /&gt;what happened to you? Where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so disgusted. (read: I am disillusioned. I am heartbroken.)&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go apply to college with renewed vigor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116025-110254269611294423?l=foreground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110254269611294423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110254269611294423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110254269611294423' title=''/><author><name>hatsoff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15845171919212509174'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116025.post-110227258853661829</id><published>2004-12-05T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T14:02:42.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I added pictures to my photo site. woot woot. (see links on the left)&lt;br /&gt;(and by left i mean right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there seems to be a new awesome feature on that website where if you click on the picture, you can then click a little button on the left that says "add comment" and add a comment. And you know how i am about comments, so you should do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116025-110227258853661829?l=foreground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110227258853661829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110227258853661829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110227258853661829' title=''/><author><name>hatsoff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15845171919212509174'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116025.post-110178866204090133</id><published>2004-11-29T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T23:24:22.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate college with such a passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to fuck it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College would make a damn good lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What with the playing hard-to-get and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's out of my league though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy league that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116025-110178866204090133?l=foreground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110178866204090133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110178866204090133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110178866204090133' title=''/><author><name>hatsoff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15845171919212509174'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116025.post-110116673022968844</id><published>2004-11-22T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T18:38:50.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; just my safety school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(imissyou)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116025-110116673022968844?l=foreground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110116673022968844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110116673022968844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110116673022968844' title=''/><author><name>hatsoff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15845171919212509174'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116025.post-110108543745543781</id><published>2004-11-21T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T20:08:59.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;SO! On Sabrina's suggestion, i posted this missed connection on Craig's list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The charming young women on the train last night. - w4w - 18&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;me: kissing my girlfriend unobtrusively. Holding her hands, looking into her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;you: screaming "I can't take that HOMO SHIT!" screaming "Dicks are nice, pussies are nasty!" screaming "that’s disgusting!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your blatant ignorance already. Drop me a line, so we can get together and i can listen to you make a fool of yourself all night long.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got this in reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;will u consider me for one time and if u like it more. ur gf is welcome too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;hope i fit the mold. single cute and ready for rain if u r. let me know if a pic is good and send one urself. it's at &lt;a href="javascript:ol('http://profiles.yahoo.com/royzmpa1');"&gt;http://profiles.yahoo.com/royzmpa1&lt;/a&gt; I live on the UES and am european.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hope to hear back soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. People are so hillariously stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an even brighter note, i finished my Grossman paper! woot woot!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116025-110108543745543781?l=foreground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110108543745543781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116025/posts/default/110108543745543781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreground.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110108543745543781' title=''/><author><name>hatsoff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15845171919212509174'/></author></entry></feed>