<?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-11062305</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:04:11.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>+^+Hail The Punkin Queen+^+</title><subtitle type='html'>"Sometimes I Feel Motherless."- Johnny Hollow</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062305/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatmytoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>+^+ Punkin +^+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033409574152947033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062305.post-111074137737428698</id><published>2005-03-13T12:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T13:16:17.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sludgy, Grey, Lazy, Happy, Beautiful DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Good afternoon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It's been a hell of a while, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;This weekend was the weekend of the cabins! *YAY*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So on friday, I ditched school, &amp; Jay came down early. I took him to school with me so we could get Ashley. Ms. Judy &amp;amp; Mrs. Quinn met him- &amp; my class met him- it was surreal. I felt as if I was maybe dreaming. But anyway, Jay, Ashley &amp;amp; I went to the cabins, checked in, &amp; chilled for a while. Jay &amp;amp; I got a chance to catch up on the way to hagerstown. We had to pull over at a rest stop... ::shhhhh::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Fun fun. I love to play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The cabins were nice. The main room had one big bed- which we gave to Ashley &amp; Anthony.  Jay &amp; I took the smaller room with the bunkbeds &amp;amp; set up Jay's  air matress. Ashley brought her play station &amp; I brought my boom box- &amp;amp; it was heated. I loved the fireplace. It was fiberglass- but so pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Friday night was a blur. Anthony &amp; David finally arrived around 5 or so, &amp;amp; as soon as it got dark we migrated to the porch to start lighting up the night. Soon we tired of video games, &amp; Jay &amp;amp; I went to our room to listen to music. I'm pretty sure we missed the bong hits, but we opened the door to meet Ashley's ass. man. &amp; her friend, &amp;amp; then it took us a while, but we came out of the room completely for Lawanda &amp; Casey! I was scared! I was so terrified that I was more fucked up than everyone else &amp;amp; that they would laugh at me. But they didn't- &amp; then we ate tacos.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And I was wearing sweatpants... And I think my pant string was in my burrito- I was having difficulty seeing. (mental note- I get glasses on tuesday!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Last night was beautiful. Lots of 'nuggling, a whole bunch of first times, &amp; the best ORGASM of my whole life. I did cry.. but I was a little emotional &amp;amp; sexually frustrated, so I dismiss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Jay is amazing. The more of the man I come to know, the more reasons I list under:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why I Love Jason:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;But the harder it is to say goodbye.. &amp; yet somehow it's become easier.. I know he's coming back, now. Doubt is so far from my mind these days. It's a truly blissful feeling. I just need to get the rest of my affairs in order. I need outlet for all of the little monsters tearing at me. I need..  to move on. I need to get everything done that I have set up for myself- &amp; then I need to get where I'm going, which as far as I know is just away from &lt;b&gt;HERE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyway, I must recuperate from my most excellent weekend... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*love*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;~(~@Punkin@~)~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11062305-111074137737428698?l=eatmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/111074137737428698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062305&amp;postID=111074137737428698' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062305/posts/default/111074137737428698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062305/posts/default/111074137737428698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatmytoes.blogspot.com/2005/03/sludgy-grey-lazy-happy-beautiful-day.html' title='Sludgy, Grey, Lazy, Happy, Beautiful DAY!'/><author><name>+^+ Punkin +^+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033409574152947033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062305.post-110980331515406491</id><published>2005-03-02T16:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T21:00:02.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody, Suck MY OVARIES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Seriously, you all can. Bastards.... Bad day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Embalme: I've had a hell day :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Embalmed, I  Am The Hodded Whore:[ {Eat My Toes}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              has changed his/her name to :[+^+Kill Everything+^+:[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              {Eat My Toes}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; L'infinito: I sorry :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; L'infinito: what happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: first- remember how I told you I was going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              to wear a skirt today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: well, I did, with my black boots that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              always wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; L'infinito: yesh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; L'infinito: and?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: well Ms. Quinn took me to see ms. Fischer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              about my skirt length &amp; she said that I have to wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              either all black or all white sneakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: And she said "If I let it go, imagine what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              this school would look like."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: Excuse me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: WTF is that supposed to mean..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Everything+^+:[ {Eat My Toes} is now Online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; * :[+^+Kill Everything+^+:[ {Eat My Toes} has changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              his/her name to :[+^+Kill Everything+^+:[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: So.. she said I needed to find some other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              shoes- that fit dress code, or she'd send me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: :@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; L'infinito: wait? what the fuck kind of institution is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: Ashley loaned me some of hers.. I looked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              like a fucking ballerina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: I know, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: anyway- THEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; L'infinito: boot? cuz of boots?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: we did facials, &amp; I did Ashley's. She went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              to get up(she'd been complaining about her back all day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              mind you) &amp; she starts freaking out 'cause she can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              breather or stand up straight.. kidney problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; L'infinito: dress code? this isnt high school is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; L'infinito: I never had a dress code in my schools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: It's to train us to have a professional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: A nyway, Ashley calls her grandmother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; L'infinito: ^o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: no answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: she calls her doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: he says since she has no history of such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              symptoms that she should go to the ER immediately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: no one else would take her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: So I did..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; L'infinito: and...this was during school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; L'infinito: right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: We waited in the reception area for about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              a half hour before they checked her out &amp; let her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              register&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: Well, they call her gram because she's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              underage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: gram isn't legal gaurdian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: so they call her mom's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: she's at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: they call her work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: she's on break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: The fucking assholes at her work would not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              give out her cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: They didn't believe it was an emergency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: So they said they'd take her anyway- she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              was freaking me out- crying, hyperventilating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; L'infinito: shes in the ER, thats not an emergency?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: yeah, that's what I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: anyway, so they take her back &amp; she sits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              there is pain, gasping for breath for an hour or two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; L'infinito: I gotta go dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: her mom comes in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; L'infinito: Im sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: she HATES her mom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: I stayed with her until her bf came, &amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              then I had to go back to the school to drop her car off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: I was parked in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: anyway, I stayed for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: I left around 4ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: I pull out to turn out of the alley, &amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              some lady comes out the opposite way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: &amp; I assumed I had the right of way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: tsome guy let us go, she pulled out first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: HAD she let me go, she could have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              prevented a lot of stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: because after she pulled out, she went all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              the way up to the light &amp; then put her car in reverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: as if I was going to back up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; L'infinito: in reverse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; L'infinito: why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: which I did, a little, &amp; so did the guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              behind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: she was parking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: I moved back as far as I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: she's cussing at me, looking all pissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: two people come out of the house she's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              trying to park in front of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: one gets in the car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; L'infinito: Its 5 oclock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; L'infinito: I gotta go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; :[+^+Kill Ev: the other, an old, mongaloid looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              fucker comes around to my window &amp; screams at me "SHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;              WAS TRYING TO PARK!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyway- I leave you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*dissipates*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11062305-110980331515406491?l=eatmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110980331515406491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062305&amp;postID=110980331515406491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062305/posts/default/110980331515406491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062305/posts/default/110980331515406491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatmytoes.blogspot.com/2005/03/everybody-suck-my-ovaries.html' title='Everybody, Suck MY OVARIES!'/><author><name>+^+ Punkin +^+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033409574152947033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062305.post-110969973925098640</id><published>2005-03-01T12:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T12:09:07.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah, Foiled again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hi, I'm Jenna &amp; I Don't WATCH tv.. You wanna know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh, because I'll get sucked into certain things &amp; will be up all night when I need to be asleep rather early so that I can get up for school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It snowed like a bitch, lastnight, but was school cancelled? Oh no.. I think Washington &amp; Frederick County were both embarassed that they called off so early yesterday, that they felt it neccisary to make themselves look like badasses today &amp;amp; let us off with a two hour delay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Well, I figured that I'll be damned if I'm going over that mountain on the way to hag's town with the way people drive &amp; the way there's always huge ice patches when the weather is inclement... so after I talked to Jay last night, I went out to smoke my last stoge of the day, &amp;amp; on my way back in, &amp; saw that my mom, Joey &amp;amp; Sabbi were watching the Matrix.. Had I done like them &amp; only watched the first movie, I would not be typing this right now.. But I didn't.. It was commercial free.. no grace period to think clearly or lose interest.. So I watched Reloaded &amp;amp; Revolutions, also. Which I was glad I did, 'cause they were all really good, &amp; I had only seen Matrix. But when I finally woke up about a half of an hour ago, I called the closings number &amp;amp; we definitly had a two hour delay.. And then Ashley F. called me from Dustin's phone to ask me where the hell I was &amp; if I wanted a luxury cabin &amp;amp; if I could pay the park by friday.. I said "bitch I was sleeping.. yes I want a luxury cabin, &amp; I get paid on friday, but if I get Jay's check before then, it will be permissable to borrow it from my mom a day early." 'Cept I didn't really call her a bitch.. that would have been funny, but I was too tired &amp;amp; blah at the time to think humorously..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyway, I have work at 5. I work with Emily, who I definitly don't think I like.. Why's everyone there so mean &amp; snobby!? The only one who really talks to me is Rachel, &amp;amp; a few of the stylists who think I'm "cute?" Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dustin cut my hair.. I was a little bummed last night, because it's pretty short.. but I looked at it when I woke up this morining, &amp; it's not so bad. My mom let her gaurd down &amp;amp; told me it drew attention to my pretty lips.. That was nice... She hasn't said such things in a while. She's too busy trying to save my life, usually. I don't know how telling me I'm fat, ugly &amp; lazy is saving me. 'specially when I could be fatter, I could DEFINITLY be uglier, &amp;amp; if I was so lazy I would have lost my job already, &amp; I'd never go to school- not just that but I wouldn't take such articulate care of myself.. I just don't excercise incessantly the way she does, &amp;amp; I struggle with food. Because sometimes I cannot stop eating &amp; sometimes I can't eat at all.. or I forget to eat, which is ruining my metabolism.. not that I had much of one to begin with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyway, I'm off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-Punkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11062305-110969973925098640?l=eatmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110969973925098640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062305&amp;postID=110969973925098640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062305/posts/default/110969973925098640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062305/posts/default/110969973925098640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatmytoes.blogspot.com/2005/03/bah-foiled-again.html' title='Bah, Foiled again.'/><author><name>+^+ Punkin +^+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033409574152947033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062305.post-110962718608023065</id><published>2005-02-28T16:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T15:46:26.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More snow..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Absolutely BEAUTIFUL.. I hate snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;School was cancelled at 6am this morning, when it had not even snowed yet- but I guess if you wanted to find reasons, the sky did tell all. And it definitly is snowing now. And the sky is still an ugly mess of bruised clouds &amp; ice tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I was pleased that school was cancelled this morning.. I stayed up pretty late last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Chris called me to tell me about his shitty day... Then Jay called &amp; I talked to him for a little while.. god, I miss him so much.. March 11th cannot come soon enough.. Everytime I hear his voice I wish I could see him, touch him.. even when I just think about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tree &amp; Josh are pretty psyched about the cabins. They're such an adorable couple.. Always making out... which can get a little annoying. But, what can I say? I was like that once... A LONG time ago. It's fun when you're that into someone- or someone is that into you. But it's extreemely annoying to everyone around you, &amp;amp; eventually it will get annoying to one of you as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyway, I guess I shall go dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;+*+Eternal Love+*+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;+^+The Punkin Queen+^+&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;jams: Acid Bath- "Grave Flower"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;mood: TIRED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11062305-110962718608023065?l=eatmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110962718608023065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062305&amp;postID=110962718608023065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062305/posts/default/110962718608023065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062305/posts/default/110962718608023065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatmytoes.blogspot.com/2005/02/more-snow.html' title='More snow..'/><author><name>+^+ Punkin +^+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033409574152947033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062305.post-110955548269700213</id><published>2005-02-27T19:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T19:59:09.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrote Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've gotten so used to accepting lonliness..&lt;br /&gt;Gentle reminders keep me captured.&lt;br /&gt;At times I ache for these little nothings..&lt;br /&gt;The gestures that cause me rapture.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My bruised wings, I doctor them,&lt;br /&gt;They heal &amp; yearn for more abuse.&lt;br /&gt;And could I know more satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;If I had less a heart to use?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I come home &amp; wash away&lt;br /&gt;The evidence of heart decay,&lt;br /&gt;Crawl into my cold, empty bed,&lt;br /&gt;Hours pass, &amp;amp; I am dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I ache for you.&lt;br /&gt;Your voice subdues, but is at fault.&lt;br /&gt;I want for you.&lt;br /&gt;Please satisfy &amp; bring it to a hault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Someday loneliness is just a memory,&lt;br /&gt;A medicated, mended fracture.&lt;br /&gt;At times ache will return...&lt;br /&gt;And will be met by desired rapture.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My wings have served their purpose,&lt;br /&gt;And I've put them to their use,&lt;br /&gt;And since have been discarded,&lt;br /&gt;Letting no room for such abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I come home &amp; wash away,&lt;br /&gt;The residue of annother day,&lt;br /&gt;Crawl into your waiting arms,&lt;br /&gt;And know that I am lost to harm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;When I Forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;                                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sometimes I lose myself in everything I must remember,&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll find myself rushing away,&lt;br /&gt;Collected with the rain flushing down the city streets,&lt;br /&gt;Reflected in bright lights, a puddle, do I really look this way? &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And I pick myself up, sift throught the dirt &amp; clutter,&lt;br /&gt;Dry myself out from the gutters,&lt;br /&gt;And I make time for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When I lose myself like this, I just may&lt;br /&gt;Set myself back a day,&lt;br /&gt;And I look &amp; see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sometimes, I forget myself in all I must do,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll find myself tumbling in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;I flutter by like a butterfly,&lt;br /&gt;Chasing after, "Where have you been, my friend?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And I follow me into gentle trouble,&lt;br /&gt;Indulging in a laughter, subtle-&lt;br /&gt;That which is my own.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When I forget, it may take time to remember,&lt;br /&gt;Like days in December;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A short way towards home.&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/11062305-110955548269700213?l=eatmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110955548269700213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062305&amp;postID=110955548269700213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062305/posts/default/110955548269700213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062305/posts/default/110955548269700213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatmytoes.blogspot.com/2005/02/wrote-today.html' title='Wrote Today'/><author><name>+^+ Punkin +^+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033409574152947033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062305.post-110934892800003963</id><published>2005-02-25T10:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T19:14:11.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowed In</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The first pay check for JCP salon spa, waits for me past the icy wonderland that is 85. I really don't want to go to the mall. I fricken hate that place.. But I need gas &amp; ciggarettes &amp;amp; I have a few bills to pay &amp; I need to put money towards the cabins.. blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Theresa was supposed to call me yesterday or today. No dice. So I'm stuck here debating the quest to JCP &amp; sleep, bored out of my mind.. &amp;amp; Jay is busy &amp; won't answer my IMs. Poor baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;All I want to do is sleep.. I slept 16 hours the night before last, &amp; about 11 last night. But I cannot sleep. The Sabbath Beast has arisen, &amp;amp; I must watch her, so that she does not leave the house in shambles. But I think I shall venture out to the mall today.. it'll be fun.. I'll dress up all crazy &amp; keep all my peircings in so that I get to look upon the confused look on Barb's face when I waltz in to pick up my check. Wouldn't they be confused if I wore a skirt? I just may..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Good day, mortals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;The Punkin Queen&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11062305-110934892800003963?l=eatmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110934892800003963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062305&amp;postID=110934892800003963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062305/posts/default/110934892800003963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062305/posts/default/110934892800003963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatmytoes.blogspot.com/2005/02/snowed-in.html' title='Snowed In'/><author><name>+^+ Punkin +^+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033409574152947033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062305.post-110929162539133289</id><published>2005-02-24T18:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T19:14:40.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Filthy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;So I toyed with the options &amp; this is what came out.. I might go back &amp;amp; redo it all again later so it's not so.. plain.. it kind of looks like a big purple blob.. but I like.. I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;hmmn.. well, I suppose this is as far as I'll get today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Now, we dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Fare Thee Well, Mortals...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;+^+The Punkin Queen+^+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11062305-110929162539133289?l=eatmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110929162539133289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062305&amp;postID=110929162539133289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062305/posts/default/110929162539133289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062305/posts/default/110929162539133289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatmytoes.blogspot.com/2005/02/filthy.html' title='Filthy'/><author><name>+^+ Punkin +^+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033409574152947033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062305.post-110928324622443851</id><published>2005-02-24T16:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T18:25:08.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Check It OUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Salutations, mortals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, today I was looking for this song- they play it on the radio all the time- my little sister loves it! She runs around the house singing it, &amp; I was trying to find it on lime wire.. all I know is that the chorus goes like "when I open my eyes.." yeah, that's all I know... &amp;amp; I put that into limewire &amp; two songs came up- some gospel song &amp;amp; some gay ass club mix song... The one I'm thinking of is like... I dunno, I thought it was Creed for the longest time.. but it's obviously not. Because they're boken up, &amp; this is a relatively NEW song.. chyeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Erm.. anyway, that's how I found this place. Some totally random page popped up with some more lyrics that started with "when I open my eyes" that wasn't it.. I won't talk about the page... it was kind of sad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I was like "HEY! I need a new thingy.. 'cause I'm with dj &amp; I'm always looking to relpace it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So anyway, I'm going to post this... mess with my options &amp; template &amp;amp; then I'll post again to say how I like it.. yep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pax Secorum (Peace Be With you.. mortal.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&gt;&gt;+^+Punkin+^+&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11062305-110928324622443851?l=eatmytoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatmytoes.blogspot.com/feeds/110928324622443851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062305&amp;postID=110928324622443851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062305/posts/default/110928324622443851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062305/posts/default/110928324622443851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatmytoes.blogspot.com/2005/02/check-it-out.html' title='Check It OUT!'/><author><name>+^+ Punkin +^+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01033409574152947033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
