<?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-7853058219765400216</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:18:59.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dirty</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-4292910445008780621</id><published>2010-09-11T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T11:07:20.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Sheep, Come Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TIvFPQwEvwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Z4-o7aE2pnk/s1600/sky.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515719034630618882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TIvFPQwEvwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Z4-o7aE2pnk/s400/sky.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-4292910445008780621?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/4292910445008780621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/09/black-sheep-come-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/4292910445008780621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/4292910445008780621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/09/black-sheep-come-home.html' title='Black Sheep, Come Home'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TIvFPQwEvwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Z4-o7aE2pnk/s72-c/sky.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-247168693890651842</id><published>2010-09-04T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T08:44:41.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513082573507993666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TIJnZBtXIEI/AAAAAAAAANc/LOd0H0ev9iM/s400/HPIM7669.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things about my home is how so much cool stuff is piled around everywhere, just waiting to be photographed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513082571369712770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TIJnY5vjjII/AAAAAAAAANU/ZPVYEukXSjk/s400/HPIM4560.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the cutest little girl in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513082561703770930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TIJnYVvA-zI/AAAAAAAAANM/MyTEy9EGn_0/s400/HPIM4374.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a boat in Cali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513082552941436434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TIJnX1F6XhI/AAAAAAAAANE/yTp_UOUdQKg/s400/HPIM4195.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513082586800912050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TIJnZzOo9rI/AAAAAAAAANk/DZjPaEeo570/s400/HPIM7673.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get a cup of coffee I need the little dot across from the sipping hole to be lined up with the back of the cup, where the cardboard meets, and the thermal-thingy needs to be lined up the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TIJoCIYy98I/AAAAAAAAANs/FsYV7LcqEJs/s1600/HPIM7678.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513083279675422658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TIJoCIYy98I/AAAAAAAAANs/FsYV7LcqEJs/s400/HPIM7678.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-247168693890651842?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/247168693890651842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/09/random-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/247168693890651842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/247168693890651842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/09/random-pictures.html' title='Random Pictures'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TIJnZBtXIEI/AAAAAAAAANc/LOd0H0ev9iM/s72-c/HPIM7669.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-3863948978716064902</id><published>2010-08-23T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T07:49:07.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elvis &amp; Anabelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/THKJ2XPe86I/AAAAAAAAAM0/Cf0prBgb-xY/s1600/EA.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508616861272437666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/THKJ2XPe86I/AAAAAAAAAM0/Cf0prBgb-xY/s400/EA.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excellent, excellent movie. Incredibly sweet, moving, and refreshingly simple. The acting is great, even for Blake.  She does well as this girl, no super sappy like it could have been, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;relate-able&lt;/span&gt;.  And this Max guy... well, as Mom said "he's the next Paul Newman".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-3863948978716064902?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/3863948978716064902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/08/elvis-anabelle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/3863948978716064902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/3863948978716064902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/08/elvis-anabelle.html' title='Elvis &amp; Anabelle'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/THKJ2XPe86I/AAAAAAAAAM0/Cf0prBgb-xY/s72-c/EA.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-8111620285499622453</id><published>2010-08-19T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T07:51:18.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight Thuggin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TG1dnfg0jgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/V0vfKfjMYiE/s1600/8191.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 337px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507160852399427074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TG1dnfg0jgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/V0vfKfjMYiE/s400/8191.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-8111620285499622453?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/8111620285499622453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/08/straight-thu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/8111620285499622453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/8111620285499622453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/08/straight-thu.html' title='Straight Thuggin.'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TG1dnfg0jgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/V0vfKfjMYiE/s72-c/8191.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-8668751434947835792</id><published>2010-08-16T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T14:45:44.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People make mistakes.  And I buy shoes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506126831033982594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGmxLhwHHoI/AAAAAAAAALc/72nGftpeT8c/s400/8161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506126840839576498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGmxMGR8m7I/AAAAAAAAALk/aK5gL-97_VQ/s400/8163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGmxNHY5Y4I/AAAAAAAAALs/fcvaxBreKqA/s1600/8162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506126858317030274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGmxNHY5Y4I/AAAAAAAAALs/fcvaxBreKqA/s400/8162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work work work!  I finally found some oxfords I could afford at Target, and I'm happy to report they seem to be working out just fine.  I'm terribly excited about them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-8668751434947835792?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/8668751434947835792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/08/people-make-mistakes-and-i-buy-shoes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/8668751434947835792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/8668751434947835792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/08/people-make-mistakes-and-i-buy-shoes.html' title='People make mistakes.  And I buy shoes.'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGmxLhwHHoI/AAAAAAAAALc/72nGftpeT8c/s72-c/8161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-750651032642820477</id><published>2010-08-04T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T09:54:34.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning KPT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TFmbQ7Pl0CI/AAAAAAAAALU/_awUc4mo4s4/s1600/84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501599134893068322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TFmbQ7Pl0CI/AAAAAAAAALU/_awUc4mo4s4/s400/84.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-750651032642820477?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/750651032642820477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-morning-kpt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/750651032642820477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/750651032642820477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-morning-kpt.html' title='Good Morning KPT'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TFmbQ7Pl0CI/AAAAAAAAALU/_awUc4mo4s4/s72-c/84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-4322981090826026978</id><published>2010-08-03T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T14:36:35.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Drama Drama, or not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thepack/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501295262782536978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TFiG5PaxPRI/AAAAAAAAALM/xItUOcHXURA/s400/nodrama.jpg" /&gt; (Credit)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking last night about the term "drama", as it applies to the lives of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; many many people. I was wondering why I don't have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of this "drama" in my life and I realized that it doesn't matter if you have situations to deal with that strain and stress you, it doesn't matter if you are in love or heart broken, what matters is how you approach life and all the things that are thrown at you. For example, if someone decides to insult you there are two options: walk away and let it go, or start an argument that lasts for a while and is full of passive &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aggressive&lt;/span&gt; crap. By not walking away someone would create for themselves a situation where so much effort is put into judging a simple opinion that the results are "dramatic".&lt;br /&gt;What I would like to get at is that most people who don't want "drama" don't understand that it's not a problem of "drama". It's a problem of them being Dramatic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And on the record, I put this picture of this dog up because when I searched Flickr for "no drama" it came up with a bunch of intense stuff and this guy.  I like him and I think he's got the right idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-4322981090826026978?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/4322981090826026978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/08/drama-drama-drama-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/4322981090826026978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/4322981090826026978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/08/drama-drama-drama-or-not.html' title='Drama Drama Drama, or not.'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TFiG5PaxPRI/AAAAAAAAALM/xItUOcHXURA/s72-c/nodrama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-532153956342346966</id><published>2010-08-03T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T11:10:40.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rad Trash.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500924212274695746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TFc1bQj6jkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/BuuBLD1F_yo/s400/ride4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TFc1bA7fueI/AAAAAAAAAKc/JyjY9io1c88/s1600/ride3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500924208078633442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TFc1bA7fueI/AAAAAAAAAKc/JyjY9io1c88/s400/ride3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TFc1a98V5BI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2FH-nu8EuIU/s1600/ride2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500924207276876818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TFc1a98V5BI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2FH-nu8EuIU/s400/ride2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TFc1au0X0qI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ltjcwe3glmc/s1600/ride1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500924203216917154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TFc1au0X0qI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ltjcwe3glmc/s400/ride1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-6729403730868416832?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/6729403730868416832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-playground.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/6729403730868416832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/6729403730868416832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-playground.html' title='What A Playground'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TFc1bQj6jkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/BuuBLD1F_yo/s72-c/ride4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-4831181438660374976</id><published>2010-08-02T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T14:14:10.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August has only just begun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-4831181438660374976?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/4831181438660374976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-has-only-just-begun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/4831181438660374976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/4831181438660374976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-has-only-just-begun.html' title='August has only just begun'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TFc0rWNlSMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/59_YpphWd8c/s72-c/82.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-3047843971501501882</id><published>2010-07-12T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T19:22:23.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dig snail mail.</title><content type='html'>The past 24 hours have been stressful.  Family drama of the intense kind drags me in and I'm trying to hold on to my sanity.  Work was boring and I'm becoming depressed.  It's my birthday on wednesday and it will most likely suck, as I have to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got an early birthday card today and I almost cried.  Not because I'm sad, but because it was wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's the little things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-3047843971501501882?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/3047843971501501882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dig-snail-mail.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/3047843971501501882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/3047843971501501882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dig-snail-mail.html' title='I dig snail mail.'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-7637100853565451939</id><published>2010-07-08T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:48:42.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interior Decorating Porn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TDab9T1gBgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZuQv_dcHPe0/s1600/3311960314_eb6876f4ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TDab9T1gBgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZuQv_dcHPe0/s400/3311960314_eb6876f4ea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491748273223894530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TDab9CR30gI/AAAAAAAAAJc/gAErK6oytHk/s1600/3311960298_738d62c49e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TDab9CR30gI/AAAAAAAAAJc/gAErK6oytHk/s400/3311960298_738d62c49e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491748268511056386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TDab8ouDd7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/yeTX45zYax0/s1600/3311125929_75492859ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TDab8ouDd7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/yeTX45zYax0/s400/3311125929_75492859ba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491748261649938354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TDab8BGgqaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/EYO6eozfi-U/s1600/3201467169_ba6e16ca16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TDab8BGgqaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/EYO6eozfi-U/s400/3201467169_ba6e16ca16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491748251015096738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TDab77_gIPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/RN11mljv6CM/s1600/3194950410_11ebb6ddba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TDab77_gIPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/RN11mljv6CM/s400/3194950410_11ebb6ddba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491748249643524338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to re-decorate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-7637100853565451939?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/7637100853565451939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/07/interior-decorating-porn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/7637100853565451939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/7637100853565451939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/07/interior-decorating-porn.html' title='Interior Decorating Porn.'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TDab9T1gBgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZuQv_dcHPe0/s72-c/3311960314_eb6876f4ea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-7246950754098288797</id><published>2010-07-05T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T10:27:02.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do.</title><content type='html'>I really don't like people that I know sometimes.  Between those that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't respect me&lt;/span&gt;, those who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't listen to me&lt;/span&gt;, and those who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't actually want me in their lives&lt;/span&gt; (it feels to me) I'm pretty sure I have two or three people in my life that actually want me there and like it.  They &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;treat me as equals and don't tell me what to do&lt;/span&gt;.  They use me for support and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't try to take things on on their own&lt;/span&gt;.  If nothing more than a ear and shoulder I can be good for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I also know my limits.  I'm tired of being told what to do.  I'm tired of being told who I am and how I feel.  I'm tired of not being considered a friend when I've done everything I can to be one.  And I'm tired of constantly settling for people I end up resenting because they make themselves out to be one thing and then become another.  I'm tired of being treated as second rate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a sunburn and my kidney hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TDIVbsuFcxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Dn2IqzmZwkw/s1600/3972122308_de3758f42c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TDIVbsuFcxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Dn2IqzmZwkw/s400/3972122308_de3758f42c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490474461323162386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-7246950754098288797?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/7246950754098288797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/7246950754098288797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/7246950754098288797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-to-do.html' title='What to do.'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TDIVbsuFcxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Dn2IqzmZwkw/s72-c/3972122308_de3758f42c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-5359737205767092269</id><published>2010-05-12T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T01:13:10.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S-ph-hBkuhI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VDYX_NbwYp4/s1600/worryless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S-ph-hBkuhI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VDYX_NbwYp4/s400/worryless.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470292424039643666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S-ph-NoeIPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z762dF5iXgA/s1600/tumblr_l1vwmw98iW1qah3jpo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S-ph-NoeIPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Z762dF5iXgA/s400/tumblr_l1vwmw98iW1qah3jpo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470292418834079986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S-ph9195DYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LQC20976Nbk/s1600/tumblr_l0j5xgLC2S1qabn2bo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S-ph9195DYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LQC20976Nbk/s400/tumblr_l0j5xgLC2S1qabn2bo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470292412481473922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S-ph9P7MEzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/S_RJijbcjck/s1600/tumblr_l1b090b02O1qzu6y6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S-ph9P7MEzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/S_RJijbcjck/s400/tumblr_l1b090b02O1qzu6y6o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470292402269590322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S-ph8rdUiBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/behs6tRorak/s1600/tumblr_kr27e7KE081qziyd9o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S-ph8rdUiBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/behs6tRorak/s400/tumblr_kr27e7KE081qziyd9o1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470292392480638994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S-phwrzLXyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h1jFNh2tyd0/s1600/onback.butimagoodfake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S-phwrzLXyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h1jFNh2tyd0/s400/onback.butimagoodfake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470292186413883170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxDlC7YV5is&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RuV0x79KF1I&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;Blair&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S-piYMY_adI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kJ4Xs4iXY5w/s1600/z202983149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S-piYMY_adI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kJ4Xs4iXY5w/s400/z202983149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470292865177315794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-5359737205767092269?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/5359737205767092269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/5359737205767092269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/5359737205767092269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S-ph-hBkuhI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VDYX_NbwYp4/s72-c/worryless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-6799140423974377954</id><published>2010-04-10T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T12:28:20.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still digging Hall &amp; Oats.  "You make my dreams come true..."</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm feeling much better than I was previously this week. I think it's because I finally have made some money and don't feel so poor. I got to work a double on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; because my coworker got a tooth pulled and was puking up blood, so I covered for her. It sucks that she didn't get to make the money, but it rocks that I did because I've been anxious about it. So now I have moneys in the bank and a pay check to deposit. So maybe I can pay off some bills? Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;I did do one thing though with some money I've been making. I changed my hair color. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;! Lightened up for the warm months! Hells yes!&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;putzing&lt;/span&gt; around on the computer at the library before going to work. Trying to message people I miss and all that jazz. I'm so uninspired though. Hopefully I will be able to follow through with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;T&lt;a href="http://theoatmeal.com/comics/interviewees"&gt;his&lt;/a&gt; is a pretty funny look at interview-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ees&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.tangerine-eater.com/2010/04/your-surrender-is-significant.html"&gt;Your surrender means something, but your defiance means even more&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm super &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;intrigued&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/rachel-strugatz/j-crews-jenna-lyons-see-w_b_227158.html"&gt;this woman and her office&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also think &lt;a href="http://jezebel.com/5510806/april-at-j-crew-floral-rompers--rugged-dudes-who-are-good-with-their-hands/gallery/?skyline=true&amp;amp;s=i"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is a funny mockery of her work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Once, when my sister was living in Cuzco, Peru, I went to visit. We went to a&lt;br /&gt;bar, and she was wearing some vintage paint-splattered army pants. Her Peruvian&lt;br /&gt;friend Henry looked dismayed; we asked why and his answer was, to translate and&lt;br /&gt;sum up, "Why do you want to look poor?" That is the question I have for anyone&lt;br /&gt;who buys these fucking overalls."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-6799140423974377954?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/6799140423974377954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/04/still-digging-hall-oats-you-make-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/6799140423974377954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/6799140423974377954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/04/still-digging-hall-oats-you-make-my.html' title='Still digging Hall &amp; Oats.  &quot;You make my dreams come true...&quot;'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-182436396907861019</id><published>2010-04-02T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T08:12:35.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You make my dreams come true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S7YETGcuBOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/3lcNyiKSeSw/s1600/Y.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S7YETGcuBOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/3lcNyiKSeSw/s400/Y.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455552724801029346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I cannot be bothered with being a grump today.  Everything will work out in the end and it is such a joy to be alive.  So I'm going to list some amazing things on this wonderful friday and remember why it's good to be here, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S7YET40KlUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fDO0pL6uQi4/s1600/Indiana_by_gigglesmcmuffins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S7YET40KlUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fDO0pL6uQi4/s400/Indiana_by_gigglesmcmuffins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455552738321143106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I took this picture when taking a cross country trip with my BFF from High school, and I love middle America.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to get coffee today, and I haven't had coffee in a few days so I'm really excited to get to have it again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get to go work, which means I have a job!  I mean, in this economy that's a pretty rocken' thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://curvesahead.tumblr.com/"&gt;The Natural Female Form&lt;/a&gt;: This is a rad tumblr that is hopefully a good reminder to all that we come in more shapes and sizes than you even know!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dear friend Youdhi has a &lt;a href="http://youdhiii.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviantART&lt;/a&gt; and likes to put up pictures of his amazing work.  He's a bit abstract, but he's been moving toward human figures recently and his style is completely amazing, just really fucking good.  (He did that horse-like pic up there!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's Hans Christian Andersen's birthday, and without him there would be no Steadfast Tin Soldier or Little Mermaid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S7YETdAMlNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/k2YuZpZBWU4/s1600/remember.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S7YETdAMlNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/k2YuZpZBWU4/s400/remember.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455552730855412946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://6eternity9.deviantart.com/"&gt;(Credit)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it a good day?  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_I4wtNPv5w"&gt;Hall and Oats, You Make My Dreams Come True&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My old roommate has a &lt;a href="http://hollysoule.wordpress.com/"&gt;New Blog&lt;/a&gt;, which may or may not last but while it does I will read.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got to go to not one but TWO movies this week.  They were both excellent, one being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Repo Men&lt;/span&gt;, the other &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember Me&lt;/span&gt;.  I highly recommend both films, although &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember Me&lt;/span&gt; made me cry so it might make you cry.  And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Repo Men&lt;/span&gt; has tons of blood and gross things and action and a twist!  These movies are stuck in my head!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://thxthxthx.com/"&gt;This blog&lt;/a&gt; is so fricken cute.  I especially wish I had written &lt;a href="http://thxthxthx.com/?p=444"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kerismith/"&gt;This Chick&lt;/a&gt; has some very good stuff, really interesting and things I wish I knew better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Whatever you do in life will be insignificant, but it's very important that you do it. Because nobody else will. Like when someone comes into your life and half of you says you're nowhere near ready, but the other half says: make her yours forever." - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-182436396907861019?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/182436396907861019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-make-my-dreams-come-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/182436396907861019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/182436396907861019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-make-my-dreams-come-true.html' title='You make my dreams come true...'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S7YETGcuBOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/3lcNyiKSeSw/s72-c/Y.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-3940346085781988205</id><published>2010-04-01T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T21:02:44.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I rise hard and fast, like a twelve year old's dick.</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure that there's some sort of constitutional thing that we as Americans get to do as we like when we like and all that.  I'm really a big fan of this, I'd even fan it on Facebook if it weren't such a gay thing to do.  I am a young woman who gets to buy cigarettes, porn, lottery tickets, alcohol, and whatever else I choose.  And yet, for some reason, it's been my impression that others find me to be a naive and silly young girl.  Money issues?  Got em.  Lots of em.  I'm working on it and applying to jobs, using what I can to do what I can.  License?  If I have no car I cannot take the test or even get to the building.  My friends and play time?  I'm pretty sure I'm not a drug addict and I have very few people in my life who are important enough to speak to on a regular basis.  And there are very few who have decided I make their list of important enough people, so when there's a symbiotic relationship I care more. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to tell anyone else what to do.  I don't want to be intruding on their freedom, and I don't want to judge.  We all have our path, this is an idea that I have found solace in.  This is how I try to live my life in regards to others, and while I believe (unrealistically) these things I would in no way attack someone for living in a different way, at least not unless they deserve it. &lt;br /&gt;We all have a path, each one is different and our own.  We are not coming from the same places and we won't end up in the same places.  Our paths can merge or follow the same trail, whatever.  But this is not permanent, and the only way to keep our connections is to put effort into it.  The only way to create healthy connections is to turn to people with an open mind and heart, because we all have been places we aren't proud of, and we all have done things we don't want to live up to.  The consequences of our actions may be severe or non-existent, but either way our human connections should be based on safety and healing.  We should be able to provide others a little bit of hope and happiness instead of providing more pain.&lt;br /&gt;I think that I'm at a point where I'm tired of so many different voices telling me how to live and so few of them actually caring about me.  I don't think you can tell someone what to do just to make yourself feel better, it's not always your place and it doesn't always come out in a supportive way.  I guess I'm just too idealistic to handle other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“No man is great enough or wise enough for any of us to surrender our destiny to. The only way in which anyone can lead us is to restore to us the belief in our own guidance.” — Henry Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-3940346085781988205?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/3940346085781988205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-rise-hard-and-fast-like-twelve-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/3940346085781988205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/3940346085781988205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-rise-hard-and-fast-like-twelve-year.html' title='I rise hard and fast, like a twelve year old&apos;s dick.'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-5119475946504271575</id><published>2010-04-01T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T19:35:09.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Your Face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S7VX0aZj_6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/12JyzagXq-k/s1600/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S7VX0aZj_6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/12JyzagXq-k/s400/sleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455363081580576674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-5119475946504271575?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/5119475946504271575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-your-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/5119475946504271575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/5119475946504271575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-your-face.html' title='In Your Face.'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S7VX0aZj_6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/12JyzagXq-k/s72-c/sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-3981717245063215937</id><published>2010-03-26T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T11:28:22.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work It Move That Bitch Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S6z5aqR5aoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Bnfk9al5m4Y/s1600/img140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S6z5aqR5aoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Bnfk9al5m4Y/s400/img140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453007485260098178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I've been thinking about my style lately because I love fashion and I believe that it is truly a way of showing the world your personality through clothes.  It's hard though, not having a lot of money and knowing that having fewer pieces will be more helpful to creating a personal style/uniform than having a large amount of clothes.  Plus, it is important to dress for your shape.  In my case, hips are bigger than chest, waist is small.  I've begun to offset that by wearing one of those wonderful new bras from Victoria's Secret that makes your tits look 2 sizes bigger, and thank goodness they've paid for themselves in the tips I've been getting.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, when I think of my personal style and what I want to wear every day I consider it a mesh of random inspiration points: &lt;a href="http://www.stylecaster.com/news/7884/model-off-duty-style-a-pro-tells-us-how-to-fake-the-look"&gt;Model's off duty wear&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skateboarders (male or female) of the 70's/Dogtown era, 80's&amp;amp;90's Rock Groupies (Grunge, Plaid, Leopard print, Boots, Dresses, Studs, Leather)&lt;/span&gt;.  The amount of celeb inspirations are countless, but the classics in my book are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sienna Miller, Keira Knightley, Kate Moss, Kirsten Dunst, Lauren Conrad, Rachel Bilson, and Blake Lively as Serena in Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;, not to mention so many more it would make your face hurt.&lt;br /&gt;But this is basically what I would wear most days because it seems like something I could be comfortable in and also show my personality off without being too flamboyant.  I really don't always realize how low key I prefer to look because I consider low key to be something associated with preppy, which I'm really not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/get_gone/set?.embedder=1452278&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=17214901"&gt;&lt;img alt="Get gone" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjNKcDZCUU01M3hHR1RNZXozeEh1b3cAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Get gone" width="400" border="0" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sick is this picture?  Mary Kate Olsen is one of the best inspirations for wearing anything you fucking feel like.  More to come on all of this when I don't have to work in 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S6z5afAUbdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/j92_XVtKBnc/s1600/4462509472_44c54b0397_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S6z5afAUbdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/j92_XVtKBnc/s400/4462509472_44c54b0397_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453007482233581010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/bullhead_jeans/shop?brand=Bullhead&amp;amp;category_id=27"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-3981717245063215937?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/3981717245063215937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/03/work-it-move-that-bitch-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/3981717245063215937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/3981717245063215937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/03/work-it-move-that-bitch-crazy.html' title='Work It Move That Bitch Crazy'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S6z5aqR5aoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Bnfk9al5m4Y/s72-c/img140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-2991344698574724218</id><published>2010-03-10T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T13:27:23.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring-Like Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447119158624556754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S5gOA8MKltI/AAAAAAAAAFs/X1H3NHR5zv4/s400/o211244189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost spring break for most people, and for me it's almost time to be bored out of my skull while everyone is away. I'll get to work and save and not have much to do. But maybe I'll get back into some writing. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S5gOFOv_oEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9VuwSuTbVlA/s1600-h/o211244195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447119232326148162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S5gOFOv_oEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9VuwSuTbVlA/s400/o211244195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S5gOBlr4_AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mEEmtDhDlw0/s1600-h/o211244194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447119169763474434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S5gOBlr4_AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mEEmtDhDlw0/s400/o211244194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S5gOBdgqhoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XthAwXSG7-8/s1600-h/o211244193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447119167568905858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S5gOBdgqhoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XthAwXSG7-8/s400/o211244193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S5gOBPM-FjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/L1kMGemD5t0/s1600-h/o211244191.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447119163728205362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S5gOBPM-FjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/L1kMGemD5t0/s400/o211244191.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If there is one thing I've learned, it is this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S5gOAlCDS4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/5HaQy494Tas/s1600-h/o193984113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 81px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447119152408120194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S5gOAlCDS4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/5HaQy494Tas/s400/o193984113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-2991344698574724218?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/2991344698574724218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-like-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/2991344698574724218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/2991344698574724218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-like-day.html' title='Spring-Like Day.'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S5gOA8MKltI/AAAAAAAAAFs/X1H3NHR5zv4/s72-c/o211244189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-4776565517461226458</id><published>2010-03-03T13:00:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T13:05:03.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconstant things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I've been dreaming more because I have to take Tylenol PM to fall asleep.  Last night I had a dream about an old friend.  She moved back to town and told me she was really upset that I wasn't her friend anymore after she moved, and I felt really bad because I didn't realize that it would mean anything to her.  I still feel that she wants nothing to do with me.  But in the dream she said it really bothered her that I wasn't there for her.&lt;br /&gt;What does it matter?  It's only a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S47OL7ho44I/AAAAAAAAAFc/agYLXeLkDlk/s1600-h/z202983149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S47OL7ho44I/AAAAAAAAAFc/agYLXeLkDlk/s400/z202983149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444515703890174850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-4776565517461226458?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/4776565517461226458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/03/inconstant-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/4776565517461226458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/4776565517461226458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/03/inconstant-things.html' title='Inconstant things.'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S47OL7ho44I/AAAAAAAAAFc/agYLXeLkDlk/s72-c/z202983149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-6146255901181312561</id><published>2010-03-03T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T11:13:16.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some random links and some random things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S46yqivg-2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/-pdYXHQ5lZU/s1600-h/girl-at-a-party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444485443487857506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S46yqivg-2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/-pdYXHQ5lZU/s400/girl-at-a-party.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.refinery29.com/how-to-dress-for-fashion-week.php"&gt;The cool way to dress&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://galadarling.com/article/how-to-practice-major-mega-supreme-body-love-daily"&gt;What every woman should read&lt;/a&gt;. Including my dearest sister whom I love more than ice cream.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eny_Bdy9aJ0"&gt;B.O.B., Put Me On&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LbdNKdElaFs"&gt;Hot Chelle Rae, I Like To Dance&lt;/a&gt; (My new themesong?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MAhq2FujY0g"&gt;Never Shout Never!, I Love You 5&lt;/a&gt; (Super cute video.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qyy-_6Wk4DY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qyy-_6Wk4DY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUN-BUNS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-6146255901181312561?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/6146255901181312561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-random-links-and-some-random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/6146255901181312561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/6146255901181312561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-random-links-and-some-random.html' title='Some random links and some random things.'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S46yqivg-2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/-pdYXHQ5lZU/s72-c/girl-at-a-party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-4203898992991962555</id><published>2010-02-28T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T10:46:24.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FPCeA5Vl29k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FPCeA5Vl29k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://offbeatbride.com/2009/12/florida-pirate-wedding#more-3872"&gt;Pirate Wedding&lt;/a&gt;.  I want one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://1000awesomethings.com/2010/02/18/566-unforgettable-friends/"&gt;Warms my heart&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/news_briefs/family_concerned_after"&gt;Big things&lt;/a&gt;.  Everyone take note.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dealbreaker: &lt;a href="http://dealbreaker.tumblr.com/post/405279210/youre-that-girl-at-the-bar-pleasure-to-meet"&gt;You're "that girl" at the bar&lt;/a&gt; and Dealmaker: &lt;a href="http://dealbreaker.tumblr.com/post/318527835/dealmaker-you-are-doctor-who"&gt;You're Doctor Who&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoy your week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-4203898992991962555?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/4203898992991962555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/4203898992991962555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/4203898992991962555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-off.html' title='Day off.'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-422623334336545810</id><published>2010-02-21T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:20:18.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#5 With A Bullet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S4F4fIRYXpI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XrePzR5ZDXI/s1600-h/juliannemooreb1__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S4F4fIRYXpI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XrePzR5ZDXI/s400/juliannemooreb1__oPt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440762301031931538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some very&lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/life/relationships/man-woman/10-places-women-want-to-be-touched/articleshow/4851987.cms"&gt; interesting advice &lt;/a&gt;that I would appreciate any future applicants into that area of my life would read up on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;That's &lt;a href="http://moneymumbojumbo.co.uk/fun-articles/30-bizarre-examples-of-defacing-money"&gt;money&lt;/a&gt;, honey!  I dig the Tron ones...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to finish reading&lt;a href="http://www.stevepavlina.com/blog/2010/01/how-to-build-a-stronger-ego/"&gt; this article&lt;/a&gt;, it's really interesting.  It's got some really good ideas, &lt;blockquote&gt;"If you’re living intelligently, then as a general rule, you should find that life becomes progressively easier and your results get measurably better as your mental model of reality gradually becomes more accurate."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dig &lt;a href="http://www.primped.com.au/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; because it's pretty real and has some great tips and tricks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What can I say?  &lt;a href="http://www.thesartorialist.blogspot.com/"&gt;I'm behind the times&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.textsfromlastnight.com"&gt;Texts From Last Night&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(203): please don't let me die tonight&lt;br /&gt;(860): what have you done for me lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love anything having to do with &lt;a href="http://www.asofterworld.com/index.php?id=529"&gt;single mothers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And these?  They're just really pretty.  I love it when a ginger woman can look so fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S4F4e3-EQkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4qlyf_TuuOw/s1600-h/juliannemooreb2__oPt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S4F4e3-EQkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4qlyf_TuuOw/s400/juliannemooreb2__oPt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440762296655954498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-422623334336545810?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/422623334336545810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/02/5-with-bullet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/422623334336545810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/422623334336545810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/02/5-with-bullet.html' title='#5 With A Bullet'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S4F4fIRYXpI/AAAAAAAAAFM/XrePzR5ZDXI/s72-c/juliannemooreb1__oPt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-7804007098786175525</id><published>2010-02-06T12:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T12:42:50.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We should all remember...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S23UOFvBLcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1ZtHlj7VkkI/s1600-h/tumblr_kwwvnnizbr1qa1zngo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435233663828700610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S23UOFvBLcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1ZtHlj7VkkI/s400/tumblr_kwwvnnizbr1qa1zngo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-7804007098786175525?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/7804007098786175525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-should-all-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/7804007098786175525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/7804007098786175525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-should-all-remember.html' title='We should all remember...'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S23UOFvBLcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1ZtHlj7VkkI/s72-c/tumblr_kwwvnnizbr1qa1zngo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-7486560576161047838</id><published>2010-02-02T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:12:58.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S2kFy2dpFFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_lNi8M5xm50/s1600-h/dear-john.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S2kFy2dpFFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_lNi8M5xm50/s400/dear-john.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433880796570653778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The anticipation of touch more than anything else is one of the most potent sensations on earth.&lt;/span&gt; - Richard J. Finch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-7486560576161047838?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/7486560576161047838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/7486560576161047838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/7486560576161047838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-yes.html' title='Oh yes.'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S2kFy2dpFFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_lNi8M5xm50/s72-c/dear-john.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-4773843439530761003</id><published>2010-01-29T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:50:45.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I stand for.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Love with an open heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S2Nz2oel44I/AAAAAAAAAEk/wP5UcixHSQc/s1600-h/z155204493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432312957954810754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S2Nz2oel44I/AAAAAAAAAEk/wP5UcixHSQc/s400/z155204493.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S2Nz2e8VcPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/S6nqRYRZiVI/s1600-h/z182728040.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432312955395207410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S2Nz2e8VcPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/S6nqRYRZiVI/s400/z182728040.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S2NzfQBxOxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/fNZ9wXr_SZk/s1600-h/z184530259.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 390px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432312556254477074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S2NzfQBxOxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/fNZ9wXr_SZk/s400/z184530259.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S2NzfA2AV2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/myu611FgV4A/s1600-h/z208485213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432312552178603874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S2NzfA2AV2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/myu611FgV4A/s400/z208485213.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S2Nze8mJSaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kTMEZrT0aF4/s1600-h/tumblr_kwpj5fISiF1qa9b8ro1_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432312551038339490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S2Nze8mJSaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kTMEZrT0aF4/s400/tumblr_kwpj5fISiF1qa9b8ro1_250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S2NzeZTJduI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VkgH9f4Gr8k/s1600-h/Marilyn_Jeep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432312541563418338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S2NzeZTJduI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VkgH9f4Gr8k/s400/Marilyn_Jeep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S2NzedYf9lI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vjxMEgYsweo/s1600-h/Elle%2520June%25202009_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432312542659606098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S2NzedYf9lI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vjxMEgYsweo/s400/Elle%2520June%25202009_07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S2NzGwnbRcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuDM0qdjL8/s1600-h/2435283085_6bf847f466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432312135505626562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S2NzGwnbRcI/AAAAAAAAADs/LLuDM0qdjL8/s400/2435283085_6bf847f466.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S2NzGaxndwI/AAAAAAAAADk/MxLPjSExNlU/s1600-h/890dc778ba277537_daria_werbowy_and_terry_richardson_via_terrysdiary_com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432312115071260930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S2NzFkffmQI/AAAAAAAAADU/xXcJMJ-s0O0/s400/tumblr_kwlr2znuwo1qa9b8ro1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-4773843439530761003?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/4773843439530761003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-i-stand-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/4773843439530761003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/4773843439530761003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-i-stand-for.html' title='What I stand for.'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/S2Nz2oel44I/AAAAAAAAAEk/wP5UcixHSQc/s72-c/z155204493.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-5958775291196332724</id><published>2010-01-18T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:18:00.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go french kiss the sun!</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've been able to get to a computer, so hopefully I can pull together at least something to say here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the library on the computer doing what I do I guess, wishing I knew a way home so as to not be stuck in town for another night.  I need to pack to badly.  I'm going to end up throwing out more than is socially acceptable, but I don't care.  I don't need to have so much.  It will all end up in the dumpster.  If I ever get home.&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice night outside at least.  I'll probably go to the Gin Gin's to say hi to everyone.  If I have to I'll crash in town again.  The only part that sucks is the time constraint, because I have to get as much as possible done so that when Dad comes to help me move the big stuff it's all out of the way.  And while I am throwing out a lot of stuff there will still be things to figure out what to do with, like dishes, and those things I guess I'll end up putting in storage. &lt;br /&gt;Hmmmf.  Well, I'll try to post something inspiring and happy tomorrow or whenever it is that I get back to a computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-5958775291196332724?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/5958775291196332724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-go-french-kiss-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/5958775291196332724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/5958775291196332724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-go-french-kiss-sun.html' title='Let&apos;s go french kiss the sun!'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-5444666845006857131</id><published>2009-12-31T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:59:50.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new years resolution is to be alive new years morning.</title><content type='html'>I'm not making new years resolutions this year, I'm making goals. I think it will be easier to keep my eye on the ball when I have something to work and look forward to, instead of just making changes that won't stick because I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Goals for 2010: Optimism is Optimum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;License&lt;/span&gt; and Car - This should have happened a long long time ago. It's pathetic that it hasn't. The only things I really need at this point are proof of residence and a way to the test/someone who will let me use their car. After that, I get the car promised as a graduation present and my stress levels will be cut dramatically. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a Morning Routine - My advisor in college has one for her days off that goes something like this: wake up early, eat breakfast doing the crossword puzzle, read the paper, do some writing, do some tidying, shower, lunch, errands and exercise and all that jazz. Basically what really made me admire this is that she had everything she wanted to get done for herself before she even left the house. I think that's a great way to start the day, taking some time to let yourself recharge and refocus before the world gets in the way. I want to do something &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt;, but I think I'll have to start waking up earlier and that's not something to look forward to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep Doing My Best at Work/Save Save Save - I like my job, and while some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; may think it would be hard to have a college degree and just be a waitress, I actually enjoy it a lot. The only problems that I encounter are ones I feel I have to fix myself, such as not being able to get to work (see 1st goal) and when I feel I'm not living up to my own standards. If I get stressed out at work it's usually because I am trying to get everything done, and the easiest way to reduce that stress is to just continue pushing through everything. When it comes to the money, after I move I will be able to save a considerable amount more than I do now, and I will hopefully be able to budget in a way that allows for me to save up for emergencies, a nest egg, or maybe a little trip now and then. But the first thing is always going to be making sure I pay my bills.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Streamline Possessions - My computer crashed yesterday. I am having awful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;with-drawls&lt;/span&gt; and can hardly get past it (I just got all those episodes of Psych and now I can't even get to them), but I think it's for the best at this time. The computer has been a distraction from me actually getting my ass in gear and cleaning/organizing. I don't need so much stuff. I don't need all those clothes. I need to do laundry more often and only have what I wear, instead of massive amounts of clothes I don't use. I don't need so many trinkets and collected items, what I should be doing is not putting so much emotional value on items that take up room in my life for no reason. It's time to slough off the old to reveal the new, to exfoliate the useless clutter from my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat Healthier - This is just something that is nearly impossible so much of the time because I don't have a lot of money or the ability to get groceries. But that needs to change. There is no excuse for me to die at 25 from a heart attack. Bacon cheese burgers are going to have to be only on special occasions. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop Wasting Time/Keep What is Important Around - Sure, I like people. I do. I love getting to chat and talk and discuss other people's lives and explain my own. But having a bunch of people I can chat with is not the same as having the people I love around and getting to enjoy their company. That means this year I'm going to make sure that not only do the important (The Best Friend, Germany, Maxwell) get treated like they are such but also that I get to keep them in my life in any which way that will have to happen. I want to be a background music to their lives. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find a Place To Go, Get the Means To Go There - The Best Friend and I are setting off on our own come may, and this is directly about that. We aren't sure where yet, but we'll figure it out. In order to have this plan work we need to formulate a plan to begin with, and in order for me to hold up my end of this deal I need to start getting my ass in gear regarding each of the former goals. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-5444666845006857131?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/5444666845006857131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-new-years-resolution-is-to-be-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/5444666845006857131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/5444666845006857131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-new-years-resolution-is-to-be-alive.html' title='My new years resolution is to be alive new years morning.'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-6327218449357790188</id><published>2009-12-29T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T11:03:45.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meat is murder.  And murder is murder as well.</title><content type='html'>Christmas time has passed and I'm extremely happy about it. Family can only be so good for so long, at least mine can only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;behave&lt;/span&gt; for so long. But there was some good loot to be gained, such as a fantastic winter coat! It's a 686 boarding jacket and it's super warm and fun colors! Then I also got an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nano&lt;/span&gt; that can play videos and chocolate and hand cream and a 25 dollar gift card to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt; which I promptly spent on 14 episodes of Psych to watch on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; and "I Only Have Eyes For You" by the Flamingos. Perfect! I also saw Sherlock Holmes which was amazing, and I would love to see it again about 16 times in the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I worked a double at Gin Gin's and I didn't know I was going to be working a double so I was quite tired by the time my boss got me drunk in hopes I would belt out some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Broadway&lt;/span&gt; hits. Instead I turned on Katy Perry's "Ur so Gay" and sang it at him. I made some good money though, considering I still can't pay rent as of today. I'm just going to try not to spend anymore until I can I guess. That's going to be hard, I want everything. But it's the last month of rent until I move and then I don't have to pay rent, it will all be saving.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, packing still needs to be done but I don't want to today. I'm just not in the mood. I want to eat chocolate before I have to give up all yummy things for my new years resolution, which is basically to get healthier because I eat lots of crummy food. So I want chocolate now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/Szo9eqqmAII/AAAAAAAAADE/CKVw6D5ySkg/s1600-h/Thereisalwayshope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420712698552123522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/Szo9eqqmAII/AAAAAAAAADE/CKVw6D5ySkg/s400/Thereisalwayshope.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-6327218449357790188?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/6327218449357790188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2009/12/meat-is-murder-and-murder-is-murder-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/6327218449357790188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/6327218449357790188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2009/12/meat-is-murder-and-murder-is-murder-as.html' title='Meat is murder.  And murder is murder as well.'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/Szo9eqqmAII/AAAAAAAAADE/CKVw6D5ySkg/s72-c/Thereisalwayshope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-2311377878313179101</id><published>2009-12-23T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T08:28:32.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You've got tattoos, they'll listen to you."</title><content type='html'>I found &lt;a href="http://www.kimfalconer.com/scopes.html"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; this week and it had a nice little horoscope thingy for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Solstice sets off your house of relationship, bringing up every issue that has yet to be felt. Advice from Abraham-Hicks is timely support. ‘My happiness depends on me, so you’re off the hook.’ And then demonstrate it. Be happy, no matter what they’re doing. Practice feeling good, no matter what. And before you know it, you will not give anyone else responsibility for the way you feel - and then, you’ll love them all. Because the only reason you don’t love them, is because you’re using them as your excuse to not feel good."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Surprise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;! Today at work I found myself reminded of this exact thing when my manager became stressed and a bit mouthy in the bad way. I kept on thinking at first something along the lines of, "what the fuck?" But I realized that it really wasn't about me, it was that there was something going on that I was not really involved in at all and he was barking at everyone about it. Which, on the one hand, was sort of annoying, but on the other hand, everyone had to know about this thing and how important it was so that none of us messed it up. (yes, it actually was that important.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also got to deal with one of those awesome moments where another person gives their perspective on things and I get to feel like all of a sudden my socks are turned inside out and I don't understand how that happened when I was wearing them all day. I don't understand how a person can be so excited for the future and so hopeless about it at the same time. I'm the kind of person that can handle knowing something will happen later and look forward to it, meanwhile the other person is having a hard time with the concept. It's called patience, and you don't only have to have it with other people/things, but with yourself. So you're feeling lonesome/hopeless/down, feel it and then give yourself a pep talk and get on with life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Basically the one thing I figured out from all of that is that it doesn't matter if you blame someone for making you unhappy, because you can hate or love someone that you claim makes you unhappy. It's about getting over it, letting the chips fall where they may and picking them up after they have settled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-2311377878313179101?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/2311377878313179101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2009/12/youve-got-tattoos-theyll-listen-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/2311377878313179101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/2311377878313179101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2009/12/youve-got-tattoos-theyll-listen-to-you.html' title='&quot;You&apos;ve got tattoos, they&apos;ll listen to you.&quot;'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-1525605362720975393</id><published>2009-12-23T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T08:30:58.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psyche &amp; Eros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/SzJEiubHY6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/UTEq3wpk0SQ/s1600-h/z204229181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418468665048130466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/SzJEiubHY6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/UTEq3wpk0SQ/s400/z204229181.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You said, "Tell me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You asked, "Do you think Love and Soul are the same?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If not, how does the Soul earn Love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How does Love find his Soul?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can one exist wtihout the other?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If Love and the Soul had a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what would her name be?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Tell me your name," I said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"You already know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you are Soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am the other one"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psyche in a Dress, Francesca Lia Block&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-1525605362720975393?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/1525605362720975393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2009/12/psyche-eros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/1525605362720975393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/1525605362720975393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2009/12/psyche-eros.html' title='Psyche &amp; Eros'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/SzJEiubHY6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/UTEq3wpk0SQ/s72-c/z204229181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-7401702123753154876</id><published>2009-12-21T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:57:48.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys VS Girls</title><content type='html'>I was talking to a friend the other day about our family lives, we both have hard relationships with women in our lives and we were discussing them. She mentioned something I haven't thought about much, that we as women forgive men more easily than other women. I pondered this for a bit, then made my decision as to why that is.&lt;br /&gt;I think that women are less likely to forgive other women because we assume that other women think the same way we do, or feel the same way we do. When you share something as basic as a sex organ and hormones one thinks that others that have the same junk will understand how they feel. This isn't so. I have found that women in fact become more critical and judgmental and unforgiving towards their own sex because they forget to do the most basic thing: &lt;strong&gt;treat other women the way that they would love to be treated themselves&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's a golden rule for a reason folks, there are so many times some female friend does something that you can't wrap your mind around. "How could she do that? She knows how I feel about it." or "Why would she say that when she knows it's not ok?" Well, women can be about as thick with their own emotions as a bank vault, and when they get in the way of how we treat others it can become nasty.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, men get to have much more slack because they don't understand women very well at all. Women can't just blame a guy for each insensitive and hurtful thing he has said and done, the boys get to slide because after all, they aren't quite on the same level, are they? Sure, but while we're letting them slide, we are allowing them to continue the same behaviors and live without the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;I'm as guilty as anyone when it comes to allowing males to get away with murder. I'm not as bad as some that I've seen, but I have noticed that when it comes to some situations I place the blame on the fact that this boy/man doesn't understand what I need/want and I can't do anything about it. Or I can, but it takes vulnerability to be able to tell someone what you need, seeing as the worst response would be a wildly resounding &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;. And that not only sucks bad, but leaves you hurt for longer than in necessary.&lt;br /&gt;In my experience, everyone hurts everyone, and no matter what people will let you down. But I suggest using all of your might and will power to allow that to happen and to move on, not dwelling on the shame and guilt and pain that cripples. Because we are all only human after all, and no one is blameless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418105586267401186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/SzD6UwkHK-I/AAAAAAAAACs/bixkU3dP8vM/s320/school.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I suppose that since most of our hurts come through relationships so will our healing, and I know that grace rarely makes sense for those looking in from the outside."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-7401702123753154876?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/7401702123753154876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2009/12/boys-vs-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/7401702123753154876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/7401702123753154876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2009/12/boys-vs-girls.html' title='Boys VS Girls'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/SzD6UwkHK-I/AAAAAAAAACs/bixkU3dP8vM/s72-c/school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-4681150543510991189</id><published>2009-12-21T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T17:21:11.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much To Relate To.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/SzAeVYRZT8I/AAAAAAAAACk/c3HEdOUm-EU/s1600-h/chuck.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417863704368205762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/SzAeVYRZT8I/AAAAAAAAACk/c3HEdOUm-EU/s320/chuck.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"I don't think you ran away because you couldn't handle death. I think it's because you couldn't handle feelings. You're not like that anymore. You're strong. You carry people. You carry me. You're becoming a man in a way that your father never was."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-4681150543510991189?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/4681150543510991189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-much-to-relate-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/4681150543510991189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/4681150543510991189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-much-to-relate-to.html' title='Too Much To Relate To.'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/SzAeVYRZT8I/AAAAAAAAACk/c3HEdOUm-EU/s72-c/chuck.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-264946259673678644</id><published>2009-12-13T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T11:42:39.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't got no money but I'm already here.</title><content type='html'>My good friend introduced a concept into my world yesterday. Really, it was this morning in the early hours. Irregardless, she told me of the idea that there are always two types of people in a relationship. Now, generally this is followed by giver and taker, or the one who loves more, or one who loves Star Wars episodes IV through VI and one who loves I-III. But this is not what she presented to me. Instead, it was that there is someone who remembers and someone who does not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it comes to remembering she was saying that there is one who forgets what it is like to be with the other. This person can't remember how the touch felt, how the other smelled and tasted, exactly how content and safe they were in the presence of this certain person. They have forgotten or blocked it, constantly needing be around the other in order to keep it, or when they are apart and re-meet they must have an initial jump-start to the relationship, giving them the opportunity to remember and get reacquainted with the feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other person is the one that does not forget, the one that remembers how the other tasted, who remembers if it was easy or hard to be with them, what they looked and smelled like, how they felt in those moments. When they are separated this one can't forget anything and holds it all close, not needing a jump-start but only to finally have it back, what they have missed for so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My closest friend is one who forgets. It's a fact, she remembers up to a certain point then hits a wall. She knows she loved certain parts and can't remember exactly why, but she knows she did, and then eventually she forgets most of the feelings that were involved. I think it's an automatic reaction for each person to either block things out or to have the hypersensitive memories. I say this about love, not random hook ups or whatever. Because when love is involved everything will hurt more it there's a wound or a break. So for some it's easier to block it out, to move on and live in the present. For others this break or absence becomes the background music of their lives, played softly, each word familiar and sung over and over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/SyVDio1WIpI/AAAAAAAAACc/KaeuZ-ITZSU/s1600-h/words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414808389338669714" style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/SyVDio1WIpI/AAAAAAAAACc/KaeuZ-ITZSU/s320/words.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-264946259673678644?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/264946259673678644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-got-no-money-but-im-already-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/264946259673678644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/264946259673678644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-got-no-money-but-im-already-here.html' title='Don&apos;t got no money but I&apos;m already here.'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/SyVDio1WIpI/AAAAAAAAACc/KaeuZ-ITZSU/s72-c/words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853058219765400216.post-2438371124267423435</id><published>2009-12-11T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T08:24:31.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the joys of the season.</title><content type='html'>I might be moving across town. This means going through everything I own and getting rid of massive amounts of things. Why? Because I don't use most of it and it's weighing me down. I've got a life here, material possessions. I don't need you as much as you need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I've been working on this (Slowly, sometimes more than other times like today) I have become semi-obsessed with figuring out how to make what I have into a comfy-cozy space of my own. It all started when I came across &lt;a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/ny/bedroom/hibernating-dreams-alcove-beds-100534"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;, then today when I found &lt;a href="http://tmagazine.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/11/24/inside-out-sweet-dreams/"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;. Hello there, comfy-cozy space that would make my soul at ease! Why aren't you in my life? Oh yeah, because I'm a material goods warehouse. Obviously this needs to change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't help that I need to do laundry. But that will happen tomorrow so I'm not too worried. I am worried that this sudden need for this sort of room will send me into a stupid shopping spree, but I'll try to refrain. I'm poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of shopping, let's talk Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The List:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Thus far I have asked my parents for two things. First is a new iPod, as mine wants to kick the bucket. If I were really greedy I'd ask for a computer, because this one is much like our lab Bear, trying to die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I have also asked for a hardcore winter coat, seeing as I am freezing and by having one I might live through the winter. I need the padding people! And one that's of good quality and style. Like, maybe one that was bought at a store for me instead of handed down through three different people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I have discovered a variable treasure trove of things that would make my room better, and it's all on the same site. &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?itemdescription=true&amp;amp;itemCount=60&amp;amp;startValue=1&amp;amp;selectedProductColor=&amp;amp;sortby=&amp;amp;id=17546664&amp;amp;parentid=A_COLL_BOHEMIAN&amp;amp;sortProperties=+subCategoryPosition,&amp;amp;navCount=267&amp;amp;navAction=poppushpush&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;pushId=A_COLL_BOHEMIAN&amp;amp;popId=APARTMENT_WHATSNEW&amp;amp;prepushId="&gt;This duvet cover &lt;/a&gt;or maybe &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?itemdescription=true&amp;amp;itemCount=60&amp;amp;startValue=1&amp;amp;selectedProductColor=&amp;amp;sortby=&amp;amp;id=17350489&amp;amp;parentid=A_COLL_BOHEMIAN&amp;amp;sortProperties=+subCategoryPosition,&amp;amp;navCount=276&amp;amp;navAction=poppushpush&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;pushId=A_COLL_BOHEMIAN&amp;amp;popId=APARTMENT_WHATSNEW&amp;amp;prepushId="&gt;this one &lt;/a&gt;would be perfect as mine was ruined by a kitten. &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?itemdescription=true&amp;amp;itemCount=60&amp;amp;startValue=1&amp;amp;selectedProductColor=&amp;amp;sortby=&amp;amp;id=17600750&amp;amp;parentid=A_COLL_BOHEMIAN&amp;amp;sortProperties=+subCategoryPosition,&amp;amp;navCount=276&amp;amp;navAction=poppushpush&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;pushId=A_COLL_BOHEMIAN&amp;amp;popId=APARTMENT_WHATSNEW&amp;amp;prepushId="&gt;These shelves&lt;/a&gt; are amazing and I want them. &lt;a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?itemdescription=true&amp;amp;itemCount=60&amp;amp;startValue=1&amp;amp;selectedProductColor=&amp;amp;sortby=&amp;amp;id=13970132&amp;amp;parentid=A_FURN_DINNERWARE&amp;amp;sortProperties=+subCategoryPosition,+product.marketingPriority,-product.startDate&amp;amp;navCount=336&amp;amp;navAction=poppushpush&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;pushId=A_FURN_DINNERWARE&amp;amp;popId=APARTMENT_FURNISH&amp;amp;prepushId="&gt;These glasses &lt;/a&gt;are fantastic and I've never seen anything like them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. As long as it's my wish list and I can ask for anything, I'd like to have a great New Years, complete with a party and a hangover in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, enough dreaming. 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I'm going to switch what kind of blog this is, because I'm not nearly patient enough to run it the other way.  Now I'm thinking just a silly journal sort of thing.  I like that idea because I can write whatever I want!  Muahaha. &lt;br /&gt;Let's start off with the subject of christmas presents.  I don't think I'm getting any for anyone.  Because I'm poor. &lt;br /&gt;Done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7853058219765400216-3163399272980250113?l=thedirtysean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/feeds/3163399272980250113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2009/12/remix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/3163399272980250113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7853058219765400216/posts/default/3163399272980250113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedirtysean.blogspot.com/2009/12/remix.html' title='Remix'/><author><name>Life, covered in dirt.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17218238661302753493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC29RaJPJQM/TGsnOiJokFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4B_-24aXxqQ/S220/8175.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
