<?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-4845674567046792781</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:41:03.515-07:00</updated><category term='Tributes'/><category term='A thing to watch'/><category term='Important Discussions'/><category term='Misadventures'/><category term='A thing I saw'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='A thing I love'/><category term='Dream a little dream...'/><category term='Dear Diary...'/><category term='Deep Innermost Thoughts'/><category term='Things to look forward to'/><category term='Recent Purchase'/><title type='text'>feverishpoptart</title><subtitle type='html'>Substituting fashion for passion, and an analysts couch for a double bed.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-6130866300039631672</id><published>2009-01-14T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:14:47.643-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A thing I love'/><title type='text'>My birthday is in 5 months.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=18420052"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 537px;" src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.48560846.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been out of sorts for months. I shall blog again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-6130866300039631672?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/6130866300039631672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=6130866300039631672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/6130866300039631672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/6130866300039631672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-birthday-is-in-5-months.html' title='My birthday is in 5 months.'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-7430854518078138919</id><published>2008-10-12T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T03:13:59.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A thing to watch'/><title type='text'>Paul Newman and Carole Lombard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAsRadFqjuE/SPHMLFzV-DI/AAAAAAAAAAw/GnIruFe1cLQ/s1600-h/hottinroof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAsRadFqjuE/SPHMLFzV-DI/AAAAAAAAAAw/GnIruFe1cLQ/s400/hottinroof.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256206731026233394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turner Classic Movies will be showing a selection of films starring Paul Newman all day today. I was deeply saddened by his passing. He was truly an amazing person, not only for his talent, but for his kind heart. Cat on a Hot Tin Roof is one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TCM is also honoring Carole Lombard this month. She is a very close second to Audrey Hepburn as my favorite actress of all time. Her beauty, class, style and humor are all qualities I look up to. They are showing her films every Monday, so be sure to watch if you get the chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-7430854518078138919?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/7430854518078138919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=7430854518078138919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/7430854518078138919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/7430854518078138919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2008/10/paul-newman-and-carole-lombard.html' title='Paul Newman and Carole Lombard'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAsRadFqjuE/SPHMLFzV-DI/AAAAAAAAAAw/GnIruFe1cLQ/s72-c/hottinroof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-8420091597656950036</id><published>2008-07-18T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T00:45:38.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Magnetic Fields - With Whom to Dance</title><content type='html'>Moons in June I've given up on that stuff &lt;br /&gt;Arms have charms but I've no hope of falling in love &lt;br /&gt;The rest of life pales in significance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance &lt;br /&gt;With whom to dance.  With whom to dance. &lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rings and strings  What use have I for these things? &lt;br /&gt;Bells and carousels  I'd just be fooling myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of life pales in significance&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance&lt;br /&gt;With whom to dance. With whom to dance.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you  You look like heaven&lt;br /&gt;An angel who stepped from a dream&lt;br /&gt;777 times lovelier than anything I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of life pales in significance&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance&lt;br /&gt;With whom to dance? With whom to dance?&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-8420091597656950036?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/8420091597656950036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=8420091597656950036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/8420091597656950036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/8420091597656950036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2008/07/magnetic-fields-with-whom-to-dance.html' title='The Magnetic Fields - With Whom to Dance'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-6625334445164842070</id><published>2008-07-17T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:51:13.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deep Innermost Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Psycho</title><content type='html'>I always seem to focus on the sound the knife makes in the movie. I wonder what they used to create the noise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-6625334445164842070?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/6625334445164842070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=6625334445164842070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/6625334445164842070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/6625334445164842070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2008/07/psycho.html' title='Psycho'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-6412830237900338133</id><published>2008-07-02T23:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:30:27.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A thing I love'/><title type='text'>I need a big fat raise.</title><content type='html'>$515&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/Gigantic/15/_5634595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/Gigantic/15/_5634595.jpg" alt="" 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/4845674567046792781-6412830237900338133?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/6412830237900338133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=6412830237900338133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/6412830237900338133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/6412830237900338133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-need-big-fat-raise.html' title='I need a big fat raise.'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-8955041709011408021</id><published>2008-07-02T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:39:52.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A thing I love'/><title type='text'>Deliciousssss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAsRadFqjuE/SGsz2zBsn5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/sn6-7Bif2_I/s1600-h/coooool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAsRadFqjuE/SGsz2zBsn5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/sn6-7Bif2_I/s320/coooool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218321609742131090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my uncle manufactures gelatin cups, and has for years. He is now producing vegan gel cups. I've been testing them out for months, and they are finally available for everyone! They are really yummy. The black cherry is my favorite. Whole Foods put them out on shelves today in California, and Trader Joes will have them nation wide next week! If you see them, check them out. They are a nice cool summer treat and low on calories.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cool-cups.com"&gt;www.cool-cups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-8955041709011408021?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/8955041709011408021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=8955041709011408021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/8955041709011408021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/8955041709011408021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2008/07/deliciousssss.html' title='Deliciousssss'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lAsRadFqjuE/SGsz2zBsn5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/sn6-7Bif2_I/s72-c/coooool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-8814064566420080838</id><published>2008-07-01T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:39:52.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A thing I saw'/><title type='text'>My next purchase.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAsRadFqjuE/SGnXfoqwsBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9cFSGV_Sxnw/s1600-h/marc-jacobs-louis-vuitton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAsRadFqjuE/SGnXfoqwsBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9cFSGV_Sxnw/s320/marc-jacobs-louis-vuitton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217938581778116626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen this DVD at the MJ shops for the longest time, and I don't know why I put off buying it. It's been sitting on my DVR for a few weeks and last night I finally felt like watching it. Stuff like this always stirs something inside me. I end up feeling disappointed in myself for dropping out of fashion school. I used to be a lot more daring, and assured in my clothing choices. Even if they were terrible, at least I was confident in them. Seeing Marc create wonderful things makes me want to be creative again. I want to start sketching again, and maybe play around on the sewing machine and see what I come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be obsessed with MJ to see this. It is interesting to see how two different fashion houses are run, even though the same person is behind them. Fashion designers are true workaholics, which is why I was probably not truly up for the job. Anyway, I will be buying this DVD next time I visit the MJ shop, and spend money I don't have on $100 hair accessories. Happiness is a new head band after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-8814064566420080838?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/8814064566420080838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=8814064566420080838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/8814064566420080838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/8814064566420080838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-next-purchase.html' title='My next purchase.'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lAsRadFqjuE/SGnXfoqwsBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9cFSGV_Sxnw/s72-c/marc-jacobs-louis-vuitton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-3033845258469362110</id><published>2008-06-28T23:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:40:06.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A thing I saw'/><title type='text'>Reccomended Viewing</title><content type='html'>I've been on a documentary kick lately. These are the last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wetback: The Undocumented Documentary&lt;br /&gt;http://www.opencityworks.com/wetback/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot watching this. You always hear about Mexicans crossing the US border, and how dangerous is is, but I never thought about people from Central America traveling numerous borders just to get to Mexico, and then crossing into US borders. It's inspiring to see the determination, but also depressing to see the conditions these people live in. The story focuses on two men traveling through Central America and Mexico on their journey here to the US. It also touches on stories of other people, and border patrol issues. I have family members who made that journey, so it is a matter close to my heart. It also makes me feel really lucky to have been born here in the US, and to know my parents were documented and got here safely without having to risk their lives like so many others. I had this recorded on my DVR since April, and just watched it last week. I checked the listings, but it's not playing anytime soon, so just keep an eye out, or get it on netflix or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roman Polanski: Wanted and Desired&lt;br /&gt;http://www.hbo.com/docs/docuseries/romanpolanski/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always heard stories of Roman Polanski, and the trouble he got in years ago, but never knew much about it. This is an inside look at his case, and the people who worked on it. The judge was basically a media whore, and in the end wanted to make an example of Polanski to make himself look good, regardless of the promises he made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Death House Door&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ifc.com/atthedeathhousedoor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doc is about Pastor Carol Pickett, who worked on Death Row, and comforted prisoners on their last day before getting executed. He would also be there with them at the time of the execution. He tape recorded himself talking about his day after the execution as a sort of therapy. The documentary focuses on one prisoner, Carlos De La Luna, who was executed, and Pickett believed to be innocent. The Chicago Tribune did an investigation, and have evidence to support that he indeed was innocent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-3033845258469362110?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/3033845258469362110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=3033845258469362110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/3033845258469362110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/3033845258469362110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2008/06/reccomended-viewing.html' title='Reccomended Viewing'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-7930363972360179656</id><published>2008-04-02T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:41:45.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A thing I love'/><title type='text'>Thank You for Being a Friend necklace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.23118046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 192px;" src="http://image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.23118046.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This necklace is the most awesome thing ever. Sadly it is sold out at the moment. &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=10652947"&gt;You can buy it here if they make more.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, I thought the last line in the theme song said "And the heart attacks would say, thank you for being a friend!" I guess because old people get heart attacks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-7930363972360179656?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/7930363972360179656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=7930363972360179656' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/7930363972360179656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/7930363972360179656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2008/04/thank-you-for-being-friend-necklace.html' title='Thank You for Being a Friend necklace'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-3921884864754012592</id><published>2008-02-11T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T00:58:20.380-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things to look forward to'/><title type='text'>03/02/08</title><content type='html'>Jovovich-Hawk is the next GO designer for Target! The line should be out in stores March 2nd. I am super excited. I am a huge fan of their clothing line but can never partake because I cannot afford it. The dresses I've seen have soft details and are perfectly romantic for spring. I must say that I will not be buying the culottes! Not even if I grew another 7 inches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-3921884864754012592?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/3921884864754012592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=3921884864754012592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/3921884864754012592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/3921884864754012592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2008/02/030208.html' title='03/02/08'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-1051452759411186252</id><published>2008-01-26T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T01:02:42.014-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recent Purchase'/><title type='text'>Blue Satin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p282/feverishpoptart/blog/Chanel-Blue-Satin-Nailpolish_DAC7A1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 252px;" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p282/feverishpoptart/blog/Chanel-Blue-Satin-Nailpolish_DAC7A1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so in love with this nail polish. It is actually a lot darker than it looks in the photo and in the tube. When you put it on it is a very very dark navy and has a blue sparkle to it. If you do 2 coats it looks black and will sparkle blue in the sun. I have the prettiest nails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-1051452759411186252?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/1051452759411186252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=1051452759411186252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/1051452759411186252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/1051452759411186252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2008/01/blue-satin.html' title='Blue Satin'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p282/feverishpoptart/blog/th_Chanel-Blue-Satin-Nailpolish_DAC7A1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-460811442757444850</id><published>2007-10-31T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T23:56:16.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear Diary...'/><title type='text'>I wish I had a good camera.  :(</title><content type='html'>One of the reasons I love fall is because my drive home after work takes a turn for the creepy, which is great for a closet goth like me. Lincoln Ave in Montebello ends when you go around this hill and you are surrounded by brush, trees and the nearby nature center. While you drive down this road at sunset, every crow in the area goes to that spot to sleep or whatever. You are basically driving through a black cloud of thousands of crows, swooping in front of your car and covering every tree branch in sight. It's unreal. It's like a Hitchcock movie x1000. I really need to find a decent camera and pull over to photograph this, but I am afraid of getting pooped on. Someone told me birds pooping on you is good luck. I think a bird pooping on you is already a bad thing. People are silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-460811442757444850?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/460811442757444850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=460811442757444850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/460811442757444850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/460811442757444850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-wish-i-had-good-camera.html' title='I wish I had a good camera.  :('/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-5283474154210127398</id><published>2007-10-22T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T19:20:14.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Important Discussions'/><title type='text'>Imported Halloween Candy</title><content type='html'>Me eating a Mexican lollipop: Is lead vegan?&lt;br /&gt;My sister: Yeah! It doesn't have cow in it or anything. It's like an element or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-5283474154210127398?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/5283474154210127398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=5283474154210127398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/5283474154210127398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/5283474154210127398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2007/10/imported-halloween-candy.html' title='Imported Halloween Candy'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-7293240689707091290</id><published>2007-09-23T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T19:37:03.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Important Discussions'/><title type='text'>She's so a-muse-ing.</title><content type='html'>Me: At the last Muse show, I was a few feet away from Jared Leto. He's such a douchebag, but he's so hot! It confuses my brain when I look at him.&lt;br /&gt;Heather: You could just have angry sex with him.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Heather to random guy as she stumbles on the lawn: Don't laugh at me!! You're eating a hot dog by yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-7293240689707091290?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/7293240689707091290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=7293240689707091290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/7293240689707091290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/7293240689707091290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2007/09/shes-so-muse-ing.html' title='She&apos;s so a-muse-ing.'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-5882227432162034252</id><published>2007-08-27T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T01:11:53.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Important Discussions'/><title type='text'>The joys of parenting!</title><content type='html'>Me: I went to a bbq today. My friends were showing off their new baby. She was telling labor stories. I'm never having a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Val: It's gross. To hell with that nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm adopting for sure. Even if I'm a bad parent, I can always be like "well at least you have a mom and a home. I could have left you in an orphanage all your life"&lt;br /&gt;Val: Haha, wow. At least you look at the bright side of everything. You will definitely be known as a devoted wife and mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-5882227432162034252?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/5882227432162034252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=5882227432162034252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/5882227432162034252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/5882227432162034252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2007/08/joys-of-parenting.html' title='The joys of parenting!'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-1441307097545301825</id><published>2007-08-08T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T02:23:54.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Important Discussions'/><title type='text'>I'm sure it's a common mistake!</title><content type='html'>Michelle: i'm going for an interview at the benefit office&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: im SCARED&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: i dont know what to wear&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: something poor&lt;br /&gt;Me: ooooh&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: not make up&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: the benefit office , like the govt office for welfare&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: hahahah&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: i like how i knew thats what you thought from one 'oooh'&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Me: benefit = make-up!&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: totally&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: in the real world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-1441307097545301825?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/1441307097545301825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=1441307097545301825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/1441307097545301825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/1441307097545301825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-sure-its-common-mistake.html' title='I&apos;m sure it&apos;s a common mistake!'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-708031081924176775</id><published>2007-07-10T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T00:08:33.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misadventures'/><title type='text'>Yeah...</title><content type='html'>So like, all my extensions came out today. What the hell man?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-708031081924176775?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/708031081924176775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=708031081924176775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/708031081924176775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/708031081924176775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2007/07/yeah.html' title='Yeah...'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-502087573382422221</id><published>2007-07-09T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T01:07:40.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream a little dream...'/><title type='text'>I'm almost ashamed.</title><content type='html'>So last night I had a dream/nightmare that all my extensions fell out and I was too poor to buy new hair for new ones. I actually woke up and felt my head to make sure they were still in there. What the hell is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That psycho Nancy Grace weirdo called my job again a few days ago. I finally insisted on handing her over to someone else because I can't deal with her. Yes, my coworker thinks I'm crazy but he doesn't understand the awfulness of Nancy Grace. He's never even heard of her. He doesn't understand how repulsive it is that she is now pregnant with twins. I hope those bitches eat their way out of her womb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-502087573382422221?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/502087573382422221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=502087573382422221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/502087573382422221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/502087573382422221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-almost-ashamed.html' title='I&apos;m almost ashamed.'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-4521977468878017738</id><published>2007-05-24T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T01:16:39.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Important Discussions'/><title type='text'>FYI, I hate Nancy Grace more than anyone, ever.</title><content type='html'>This conversation took place at my job. I was on the phone with a customer. She was from Texas, thick accent and all. All I did was ask one question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So you want nautical gifts. Is sailing a hobby of his?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Oh not anymore, he's 86 now and his hobbies are very restricted. I don't understand why anyone would want to be on a boat. Hobbies like that are just boring for us ladies I guess. Those things are so dangerous too, you could never get me on one of those. People are getting thrown off those things all the time. Do you watch Inside Edition? They had a story about a couple who got thrown overboard from a cruise ship and left behind. People get murdered on boats all the time. You need to watch that show, it's so informative. Nancy Grace is great too. She goes out and fights for victims. She is an Angel. In all her years of practice as a lawyer she never lost a case. She does miraculous work.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...uh yeah. We don't have what you are looking for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-4521977468878017738?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/4521977468878017738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=4521977468878017738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/4521977468878017738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/4521977468878017738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2007/05/fyi-i-hate-nancy-grace-more-than-anyone.html' title='FYI, I hate Nancy Grace more than anyone, ever.'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-5196950691476123084</id><published>2007-05-21T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T01:52:17.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Important Discussions'/><title type='text'>This a few weeks old, but whatever.</title><content type='html'>Me: Where are you guys going?&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: My dad want's to take the baby to that circus that's in town.&lt;br /&gt;Me: The one that the guy died at yesterday? The trapeze guy?&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: I told him I don't think it will be open.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: But he just said the show must go on.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-5196950691476123084?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/5196950691476123084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=5196950691476123084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/5196950691476123084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/5196950691476123084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-few-weeks-old-but-whatever.html' title='This a few weeks old, but whatever.'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-2639792080838615935</id><published>2007-05-21T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T01:47:29.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misadventures'/><title type='text'>At the car wash...</title><content type='html'>I didn't feel like letting a whole Saturday go to waste so I decided to do something that was long overdue. I took my car to be washed. Now, I've had this car about a year and I have never washed it. I mean, I just recently finaly changed the oil for the first time, so you can imagine where washing it was on the list. Anyway, I take it in and pay the guy and they run it through the washer and park it to dry along with the other freshly washed cars. So I'm sitting in the "waiting area" which consists of a patio and a few dozen folding chairs, when I notice the guy get into my car and take it over to be washed a second time. Yes, I am a huge pig, and they had to run my car through twice. Seeing that I had never washed my car before I was completely clueless as to how much I should tip the guy. Michelle and I decided that the automatic washer does most of the work and no matter how many times they run my car through the guy still only has to actually dry it by hand once. After consulting a few friends it was decided that five bucks was a good tip. If you disagree please let me know because I have no experience in these matters. I got a cool punch card thing to earn a free wash. Maybe I'll take it back in a few weeks after it gets a new transmission. Afterwards I went grocery shopping and took a well deserved nap when I went home. Hooray! The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-2639792080838615935?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/2639792080838615935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=2639792080838615935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/2639792080838615935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/2639792080838615935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2007/05/at-car-wash.html' title='At the car wash...'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-4867171756044284305</id><published>2007-05-08T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T19:55:14.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Important Discussions'/><title type='text'>Hitting her with a newspaper isn't working either.</title><content type='html'>Me: The baby is getting potty trained.&lt;br /&gt;Sister: How is that going?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, she told Yvonne she had to pee, and when they took her to her little toilet thing she sat there, then got up and sat down one the floor and peed on the rug instead.&lt;br /&gt;Sister: Did you rub her nose in it? That's the only way they'll learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-4867171756044284305?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/4867171756044284305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=4867171756044284305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/4867171756044284305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/4867171756044284305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2007/05/hitting-her-with-newspaper-isnt-working.html' title='Hitting her with a newspaper isn&apos;t working either.'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-2310552718578495848</id><published>2007-05-07T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T01:08:03.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deep Innermost Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I know what boys like. I know what guys want...</title><content type='html'>...and it sure as hell isn't that fugly girl who sings that song. Talk about delusional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-2310552718578495848?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/2310552718578495848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=2310552718578495848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/2310552718578495848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/2310552718578495848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-know-what-boys-like-i-know-what-guys.html' title='I know what boys like. I know what guys want...'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-5649511377873617537</id><published>2007-03-30T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T22:29:18.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Misadventures'/><title type='text'>I don't like it from behind.</title><content type='html'>I got rear ended this morning. There I was waiting at a light without a care in the world when all of a sudden I am jolted really hard. My glasses flew off my face and onto the floor of the passenger side of my car, and my car was sent into the car in front of me. The lady gets out and looks at me accusingly so I immediately say "She hit me and sent me crashing into your car." We pull into a nearby parking lot and exchange info. She was giggly and thought the whole thing was funny. I wanted to punch her in the face. The sudden jolt resulted in no major damage to my car, but I later found a fatally scratched mixed MCD cd on the floor of my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are exchanging information, and I am really annoyed at the whole thing. I hate being late to work, especially when I manage to get up on time. The lady is laughing at how shaky she is, and is exclaiming at how she has never been in an accident. "I was looking down so I didn't see your car until it was too late, haha". I was at a stop light. I had been stopped for a good amount of time. It was a major intersection, so those lights take a bit longer to change. Is it that hard to pay attention when you're driving? AND WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?! DO YOU SEE ME LAUGHING?! I filed a claim with her insurance. My car may not be fancy but I want to get it fixed up soon and I don't need additional scratches. As minor as the damage is, I want them fixed. Hours later my back is starting to ache a lot, which is normal I guess. I already have back problems so boooo! I knew something bad would happen this week when a ladybug flew on my arm, and instead of flying away it pooped on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-5649511377873617537?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/5649511377873617537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=5649511377873617537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/5649511377873617537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/5649511377873617537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-like-it-from-behind.html' title='I don&apos;t like it from behind.'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-1627812909198806109</id><published>2007-03-15T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T19:39:48.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deep Innermost Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Botox</title><content type='html'>So I noticed today that I furrow my brow when I drive. I hate driving and it makes me sad, creating a weird bump on my forhead. Do I preserve my face or show emotion? I mean, I can always carry photos of emoticons in my purse right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-1627812909198806109?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/1627812909198806109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=1627812909198806109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/1627812909198806109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/1627812909198806109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2007/03/botox.html' title='Botox'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-1216613474519017590</id><published>2007-02-28T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:39:53.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tributes'/><title type='text'>Because Daria was kind of a bummer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAsRadFqjuE/ReZGFjbM6WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NttkvCmFS4I/s1600-h/quinn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAsRadFqjuE/ReZGFjbM6WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NttkvCmFS4I/s320/quinn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036790294483102050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quinn: "Please? You're the only person I can trust to do this! I can tell by your eyes..."&lt;br /&gt;Ronny: "Really?"&lt;br /&gt;Quinn: "Yeah! They're so... sincere!"&lt;br /&gt;Ronny: "Well..."&lt;br /&gt;Quinn: "And your face, it's very... honest! You're so nice, and dependable, and-"&lt;br /&gt;Ronny: "Nice? Sincere? You're never gonna go out with me, are you?"&lt;br /&gt;Quinn: "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daria: It appears the unthinkable has happened.&lt;br /&gt;Quinn: Tube tops are coming back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn: Look, can you please stop talking to me? If the Fashion Club sees this I'll be like one of those baby birds that gets put back in the nest but the mother knows it's been touched by a human and pecks it to death. Understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen: I don't think you realize that modeling is an extremely competitive activity...&lt;br /&gt;Quinn: So is dating, if you do it right.&lt;br /&gt;Helen: ...in which your value as a human being is decided entirely on how you look.&lt;br /&gt;Quinn: When does the bad part come in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen: I can't have another fiasco like last Saturday night. Think of how it must have felt when those three boys all showed up here at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;Quinn: It felt great!&lt;br /&gt;Helen:I meant for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn: Yeah, I just found out poems don't even have to rhyme. How easy is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy: Can't... I... rest?&lt;br /&gt;Quinn: Did Cleopatra rest when she was inventing mascara? Did Neferiti rest when she was posing for statues? Did Helen of Troy rest when she was doing whatever it was she did? Beauty never rests! NOW, SWIM, YOU COW, SWIM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn - You can't expect me to choose a boyfriend right away. That would be like eating the first pancake off the stove. You have to feed one to the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Counselor holds up a picture of two people talking]&lt;br /&gt;Quinn: Let's see... they've been going out for awhile, and he's upset because other people keep asking her out, and she saying she can't help it if she's attractive and popular, and besides, nobody ever said they were going steady, and if he does want to go steady he's got to do a lot better than movie, burger, back seat, movie, burger, back seat, because there are plenty of guys with bigger back seats waiting to take her someplace nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn:&lt;br /&gt;The greasy fry&lt;br /&gt;It cannot lie&lt;br /&gt;Its truth is written&lt;br /&gt;On your thigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-1216613474519017590?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/1216613474519017590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=1216613474519017590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/1216613474519017590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/1216613474519017590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2007/02/because-daria-was-kind-of-bummer.html' title='Because Daria was kind of a bummer.'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lAsRadFqjuE/ReZGFjbM6WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NttkvCmFS4I/s72-c/quinn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-411795944712140164</id><published>2007-02-21T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T21:39:52.484-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Important Discussions'/><title type='text'>Lunchtime Topics</title><content type='html'>Coworker: Your face looks skinnier.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thanks! I stopped eating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-411795944712140164?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/411795944712140164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=411795944712140164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/411795944712140164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/411795944712140164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2007/02/lunchtime-topics.html' title='Lunchtime Topics'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-7228872093094805452</id><published>2007-02-17T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T01:05:48.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Important Discussions'/><title type='text'>Dinnertime Topics</title><content type='html'>my sister: Your neck looks skinnier.&lt;br /&gt;me: Thanks! I haven't eaten all week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-7228872093094805452?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/7228872093094805452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=7228872093094805452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/7228872093094805452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/7228872093094805452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2007/02/dinnertime-topics.html' title='Dinnertime Topics'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-3141629952357557635</id><published>2007-02-09T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T19:15:52.481-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deep Innermost Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Seperation Anxiety</title><content type='html'>I lost a hair extension earlier this week. I can't seem to part ways with it. It's been sitting on my desk for days. I occasionally pick it up, brush it and talk to it. I can't understand it. It's not like I grew it. It was probably stolen off some poor womans head in a third world country. Wherever that poor woman is, I hope she knows I appreciate her hair. I also want to know her secret to growing purple hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-3141629952357557635?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/3141629952357557635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=3141629952357557635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/3141629952357557635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/3141629952357557635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2007/02/seperation-anxiety.html' title='Seperation Anxiety'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845674567046792781.post-7870383472375994270</id><published>2007-02-02T20:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T18:53:18.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so here it is...</title><content type='html'>After debating for almost three years I finally created the dreaded blog. This will be used as an extension of my website, which I am finally working on after registering my domain name a year ago. Hopefully I can get it looking the way I like soon. I am still figuring out how this blog stuff works so be kind. I will try my hardest to be entertaining. The layout will change according to my mood. Right now my mood appears to be nuclear winter. As for my website, I am designing it and hope to have it up really soon. I am putting together a gallery of some AFI photos I took while I was in the UK. I saw them in Germany but I didn't take photos of those shows. I also have a few really awful photos of the Explosion. The photo pass I got was given to me for fun, so my camera was aparently not up to the task of recording that special moment of my life. Anyway, they are good enough to share so I hope you will enjoy them at some level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845674567046792781-7870383472375994270?l=feverishpoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/7870383472375994270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845674567046792781&amp;postID=7870383472375994270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/7870383472375994270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845674567046792781/posts/default/7870383472375994270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feverishpoptart.blogspot.com/2007/02/after-debating-for-almost-three-years-i.html' title='And so here it is...'/><author><name>feverishpoptart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00353399477963074347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-763.vo.llnwd.net/00047/36/76/47756763_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
