<?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-6767006</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:06:05.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance is Bliss</title><subtitle type='html'>Just random words and thoughts in my head.  </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-110546463518493197</id><published>2005-01-11T11:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T09:30:35.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.. I'm uber late...&lt;br /&gt;Here is my Top Five worst Moments of 2004&lt;br /&gt;5. Moving 2 Times in less than a year&lt;br /&gt;4. Having to buy new tires on my new car&lt;br /&gt;3. Getting Robbed&lt;br /&gt;2. Watching the Cardinals not win the World Series&lt;br /&gt;1. Getting Dumped&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the good stuff.. my Top Five fabulous Moments of 2004&lt;br /&gt;5. Going to Cardinal Games&lt;br /&gt;4. Learning about Jager Bombs and Pimpjuice&lt;br /&gt;3. Duh.. 80's night for every Saturday but one since 4/24... I'm a lucky girl&lt;br /&gt;2. Spending times with my sisters&lt;br /&gt;1. Finding my bestfriend again&lt;br /&gt;Overall the year wasn't that bad but I am really looking forward to 2005. I want to try all kinds of New things and grow as a person! I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-110546463518493197?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/110546463518493197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=110546463518493197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/110546463518493197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/110546463518493197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2005/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-110546416842012898</id><published>2005-01-11T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T09:22:48.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-110546416842012898?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/110546416842012898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=110546416842012898' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/110546416842012898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/110546416842012898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-110418289950659991</id><published>2004-12-27T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T13:28:19.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am having problems...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming up with fun new blogger titles. It is a really bitch sometimes. Well lets see what is new. I've been crazy busy with work and I'm finally starting to slow down. I'm feeling tired and bored today. I really have nothing to say just thought I would update. It's not like this stupid thing gets read. I should update my food blog more often.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting bored while typing this.. crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I have a new theory that Red Bull will soon be the diet thing for breakfast. My reasons are it helps to speed up your metabolism. It's about 110 calories in Red Bull and in Sugar free Red Bull it's 10 calories. Think about it. It kick starts your metabolism and is less calories than most have for breakfast. I can see it now... thin little young teens slugging it down as they do soda....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personaly am a pimpjuice fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letitloose.com/articledetail.aspx?ArticleId=18"&gt;http://www.letitloose.com/articledetail.aspx?ArticleId=18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear it is better to consume with alcohol than Red Bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off to do whatever it is that I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-110418289950659991?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/110418289950659991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=110418289950659991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/110418289950659991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/110418289950659991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-am-having-problems.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-110298229312307464</id><published>2004-12-13T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T15:58:13.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;mmmmmmmmm...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel very hopeless..  I don't like feeling like this.   I don't even know what is wrong or how to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-110298229312307464?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/110298229312307464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=110298229312307464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/110298229312307464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/110298229312307464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/12/mmmmmmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-110272654634009920</id><published>2004-12-10T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T16:55:46.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Things that I thought about...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started thinking about my ex.. I just realized I'm the oldest girl he has ever dated and I think will date.. this makes me feel creepy and ugly for some reason.  It also made me realize I will not take a guy who is under the age of 25 serious..   boys are lame and never have their shit together.. not that I do.  I'm just tired of getting hit on by guys who are wasting their time.  I just need one half way decent guy to come along...  I don't think I'll be alone or anything but I'm being reminded all of the time.. friends are getting married, having babies.. not much older than me and where am I?  At home with two dogs.  I didn't ever think it was that hard to meet people of a certian standard but I guess it is.  Oh well life goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-110272654634009920?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/110272654634009920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=110272654634009920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/110272654634009920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/110272654634009920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/12/things-that-i-thought-about.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-110145327673418865</id><published>2004-11-25T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T23:14:36.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BLOG BLOGG McCBLOGGINSTIEN....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right anways today didn't work out... like I planned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw three movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good but National Treasure and Bridget Jones where the fucking best!  Alexander would've been better if Collin didn't have Blonde hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried a little today but things are better now.. I'm a baby I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is hair day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-110145327673418865?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/110145327673418865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=110145327673418865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/110145327673418865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/110145327673418865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-blogg-mccblogginstien.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-110127219711728754</id><published>2004-11-23T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T20:56:37.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Blah Blah Blah...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey Dokey It's Turkey time!  This year I will be drunk and at the movies.. it is my first thanksgiving alone.. no family no boyfriend.. but I got a new friend Rach to send it watch movies with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel that sad.. I kind am looking forward to it.. I will do what I want.. I just hate it when others ask what I'm doing..  when I tell them I get that pitty look..  that breaks my heart.  not for me but for them wasting time worring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, New in my LIFE!  My Dog MILO is only a normal dog when he has on his shocker collar.. it's a shame.. but well.  Cheaper than the pet therapyist lady.  Plus I think he would prefer this to pills and crazy women trainers that are crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my post of random rampling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Why can't people take a hint?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.   Why can't Jude Law marry me and then treat me like a queen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh somthing new I bought my first pair of highheels.. I am hot in those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-110127219711728754?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/110127219711728754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=110127219711728754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/110127219711728754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/110127219711728754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/11/blah-blah-blah.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-110056623933308432</id><published>2004-11-15T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T16:50:39.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Boring...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am know one of the most boring people I know.  I am so dull I don't even update my blog.  Wait!  maybe I'm just lazy.  I'm feeling over worked and tired.  I would like one day to be a little bit diffrent from the rest in a good way.  I am getting sick of my routine... what to do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-110056623933308432?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/110056623933308432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=110056623933308432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/110056623933308432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/110056623933308432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/11/boring.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-109946462246739175</id><published>2004-11-02T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T22:50:22.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Can you spell....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are fucked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years of buch, means time to get the kool-aid kiddies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck fuck fuck.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-109946462246739175?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/109946462246739175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=109946462246739175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109946462246739175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109946462246739175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/11/can-you-spell.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-109691716147305842</id><published>2004-10-04T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T12:12:41.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;An inch of time is an inch of gold...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my fortune from my cookie from Loon Sheng last week.. dude they don't even know how right they are. Here is a big break down of what is going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool things going on-&lt;br /&gt;1. CARDS are in the post season!&lt;br /&gt;2. I've got a great lawyer and things are good with that.&lt;br /&gt;3. Making new friends&lt;br /&gt;4. Bought new CD's newest modest mouse kicks ass!&lt;br /&gt;5. My sister might be moving in with me in MAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badness going on-&lt;br /&gt;1. I put on some weight!&lt;br /&gt;2. Having problems sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;3. Need to find more time to get things done.. like cleaning, laundry, dog park. I need a schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all the Cool out weighs the Badness. Things are pretty good. I would like to find a place to live that I like more.. but I can work on that. Christmas is coming (kinda) and I am thinking about buying presents already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just review my weekend since it's been so long since I updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday-&lt;br /&gt;Worked day job then night job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to tailgate but didn't work out so I went back to bed and was woken up from my nap. Then I walked around downtown taking pictures with Adam. Bought some CD's at Slackers, and then I went to Kapen Park. Got ready for work and then worked. Went to bed around 4 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early (8:30) and went to the Cards game! Got back in town around 7:30 and laid around and in bed by ten.&lt;br /&gt;It sounds boring but it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I'm taking a day off and going to wake up early and get things done. I think I might dog park! The dogs need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-109691716147305842?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/109691716147305842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=109691716147305842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109691716147305842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109691716147305842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/10/inch-of-time-is-inch-of-gold.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-109517593367829034</id><published>2004-09-14T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T08:32:13.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I got this from Friendster...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What is your current dating situation?&lt;br /&gt;Single&lt;br /&gt;2) What would be your most ideal date?&lt;br /&gt;Good food, Good Conversation, Good Music = Good Fun&lt;br /&gt;3) Tell us about your views on dating&lt;br /&gt;etiquette.&lt;br /&gt;Open doors, use good table manners, be polite but don't treat me to girly.&lt;br /&gt;4) Tell us what you expect to happen on a first&lt;br /&gt;date.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun.. I guess..&lt;br /&gt;5) What would be your dream house?&lt;br /&gt;Drive down Broadway and look and one of the older homes that kept up.. one of the white ones.. there you go..&lt;br /&gt;6) If you were a car, what kind of car would&lt;br /&gt;you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;fuck.. this question..&lt;br /&gt;7) What would you do if you were given $1&lt;br /&gt;million dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Invest some.. buy a house, give some to my family and close friends.&lt;br /&gt;8) What would you ask for if you were granted&lt;br /&gt;3 wishes?&lt;br /&gt;First that the Cubs never make it to a world series in my life time. Second that everyone I care about has a fulfilled life. Third that in my lifetime we would have 1 good President&lt;br /&gt;9) What one "power" would you like to have?&lt;br /&gt;To make everyone I care about happy.&lt;br /&gt;10) Where would you like to spend your&lt;br /&gt;retirement?&lt;br /&gt;Painting, going to Cardinal games.. and just relaxing...&lt;br /&gt;11) How do you bounce back from a bad day?&lt;br /&gt;Call my sisters or Jon.&lt;br /&gt;12) What is your favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;Baseball&lt;br /&gt;13) What things in life are most important to&lt;br /&gt;you?&lt;br /&gt;Family, Friends, Baseball, Music and mmmmmmm my DOGS!&lt;br /&gt;14) Where do you view yourself 5 years from&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy.&lt;br /&gt;15) What is your hair color?&lt;br /&gt;Blonde&lt;br /&gt;16) What best describes your hair style?&lt;br /&gt;Straight, and short for now...&lt;br /&gt;17) Do you have facial hair?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;18) What's your eye color?&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;19) What kind of eyewear do you have?&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;20) What kind of body art do you have?&lt;br /&gt;A tattoo that I need to finish on my lower back&lt;br /&gt;21) What is your favorite item of clothing?&lt;br /&gt;My Seven Jeans.. with pink stitching...&lt;br /&gt;22) What’s your personal style?&lt;br /&gt;Simple..&lt;br /&gt;23) What best describes the pace of your life?&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy.&lt;br /&gt;24) How much time does your job take up in&lt;br /&gt;your life?&lt;br /&gt;Lots&lt;br /&gt;25) How do you feel about fame and fortune?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to spell out.. but the sound you make when you shrug your shoulders&lt;br /&gt;26) What best describes your dining habits?&lt;br /&gt;I like food.&lt;br /&gt;27) How big is your family?&lt;br /&gt;3 sisters&lt;br /&gt;28) What type of family do you come from?&lt;br /&gt;A crazy one&lt;br /&gt;29) What kind of place do you live in?&lt;br /&gt;Basement apt.&lt;br /&gt;30) What's your main mode of transportation?&lt;br /&gt;My Car&lt;br /&gt;31) Do you own a cell phone? What’s your&lt;br /&gt;phone’s ring tone? Phone logo?&lt;br /&gt;My ringers are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Should I Stay or Should I Go (Clash)&lt;br /&gt;2. London Calling (Clash)&lt;br /&gt;3. Mario World theme song&lt;br /&gt;4. Lips Like Sugar (Echo and the Bunnymen)&lt;br /&gt;5. Buffy the Vampire theme song&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you gonna be my girl (Jet)&lt;br /&gt;7. Go with the Flow (Queens of the Stone Age)&lt;br /&gt;8. Back in Black (AC/DC)&lt;br /&gt;My Logo thingy is a picture of my two dogs sleeping..&lt;br /&gt;32) Any last thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;Why did I fill this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-109517593367829034?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/109517593367829034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=109517593367829034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109517593367829034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109517593367829034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-got-this-from-friendster.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-109392402735176767</id><published>2004-08-30T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T20:47:07.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well lets see.. My week is busy.  I'm always busy.  I'm starting to get told Im to busy for friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more time.. and less to do.. So I'm headed out to DC.. yeah.. I hope everyone misses me so much while I'm away that I'm treated like a Rick Ankiel if he ever wins the Cy Young award.. grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serouisly all I want when I get back is a kiss from my little baby boy.. oh you are such a tease.. he's only kissed me in three times in three years.. but I can't bring myself to leave him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else is new.. my dogs are driving me crazy.  I opted for a night in instead of a night of fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to trops. downtown at 6... something about popcorn does it for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-109392402735176767?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/109392402735176767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=109392402735176767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109392402735176767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109392402735176767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/08/well-lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-109323562584158152</id><published>2004-08-22T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T21:33:45.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Time, time, time, and more time... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If time was for sale I would be the first in line to buy more.  Lets see what has happened that I will talk about since my last blog updated....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with Bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Legal trouble&lt;br /&gt;2.  Over worked at work&lt;br /&gt;3.  I hate the people I live by&lt;br /&gt;4.  Being broke sucks&lt;br /&gt;5.  New Hot Rod Circuit out on the 24th that I can't buy&lt;br /&gt;6.  I hate demands and presuare from people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Students are back (hopeful more tips)&lt;br /&gt;2.  One of my Favorite bouncers now works every Saturday&lt;br /&gt;3.  Jason is coming for a visit&lt;br /&gt;4.  Shattered Birthday WEEK starts FRIDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;5.  Being talking to old friends&lt;br /&gt;6.  Making new friends too&lt;br /&gt;7.  New Haircut that rocks&lt;br /&gt;8.  My dogs = love&lt;br /&gt;9.  My friends have all found love and it is way cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the good out ways the bad!  ROCK ON!  I think I like lists.. No, I know I like them.. I am now a list girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boys still amaze me.. I love the NICE TITS comments I got this weekend..  that really makes me want to go home with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take some self defense classes... anyone teach them.. please aim me or e-mail me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog is boring.. Okay really I am lazy at typing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any hot ladies want to meet a cool guy please go to Mike Watt.. you can meet Jason.. ewwwww..  sexy romance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling jason will hate that comment but fuck it.. he's to lazy to type back to me... hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-109323562584158152?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/109323562584158152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=109323562584158152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109323562584158152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109323562584158152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/08/time-time-time-and-more-time.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-109270730302208467</id><published>2004-08-16T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T18:48:23.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I need a shower... food... and a new pair of shoes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see.. some fucked up shit has happened. Some bad but some good. I refuse to dwell on the bad so lets just say it's crappy bad stuff. However bad the bad is I'm still happy. I feel giddy even. I feel excitement in the air.. okay maybe it's just the Pastel Derrty Ent. Flyers talking... What you haven't seen the flyers.. well head downtown.. check it out. Come to the events. Tip the people well and please don't break the bathroom stall door. It's my favorite toilet at shattered and I would prefer to pee in private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASON is coming!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl that I kind of know came to shattered Saturday and it was so cool to see her. Her hair was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving being outdoors and don't want the sun to go down. I want to wake up and just be outside. OFFICE JOBS = EVIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on a prank phone calling stint lately. It's uber fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how things change.. Things you thought would stay forever just slip away. Sometimes only to find more happiness with what has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David over at &lt;a href="http://www.mblog.com/nowiwannabeyourblog/"&gt;http://www.mblog.com/nowiwannabeyourblog/&lt;/a&gt; has been around at the same places I've been going but I've yet to see him.. I think he's spilt personality that I have. Wouldn't that be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm am to make calls and plans... make sure to feed me so I can feed my food blog.. it's getting thin.. I heard that authorities where being called to make sure there isn't any abuse going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-109270730302208467?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/109270730302208467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=109270730302208467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109270730302208467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109270730302208467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-need-shower.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-109235329056402094</id><published>2004-08-12T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T16:28:10.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So I sit at the edge of my bed...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my sisters are gone, I miss them. Jenny left her shoes and I have to ship them to her. I hate shipping stuff. I am going to do it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired today. My dogs are so hyper... awww much better. Whoever invited Kongs is a GOD! Seriously when they are full of goodness it keeps my dogs from eating my shoes. Three yes three pairs of chucks gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very fat today. I swear I've gained 10 lbs.. That's it no more pokey sticks! This always happens I go on a pokey stick craze and then what do you know things are tighter and tighter. I say a big fuck you to pokey sticks right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been busy. Last night was fun at parts, I missed a show I was suppose to see but, I had a good time at Bouches then I was off to Shattered. I cleaned up quick and at some yummy Eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend will be busy, I like it that way. Lately if I don't have things to do I've been thinking about my family and that is just depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-109235329056402094?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/109235329056402094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=109235329056402094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109235329056402094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109235329056402094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/08/so-i-sit-at-edge-of-my-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-109219146721326226</id><published>2004-08-10T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T19:31:07.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fuck Fuck Fuck...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow begins my fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-109219146721326226?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/109219146721326226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=109219146721326226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109219146721326226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109219146721326226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/08/fuck-fuck-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-109214520472628406</id><published>2004-08-10T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T06:41:50.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In ten years...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the things that I won't be in ten years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Over weight&lt;br /&gt;2. Wearing sweatpants or stirrup pants on a daily bases.. fuck if ever&lt;br /&gt;3. Dating/Married to a Republican&lt;br /&gt;4. Dog-less&lt;br /&gt;5. Living in Maine or some place with really cold weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are things I will be in ten years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Happy. Whatever that entails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark this day on the calendar my work e-mail is down to one page. FUCK YEAH. If I have it cleaned out by the end of the week I deserve a night o' fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month is filled with nothing but good. Good shows on the rise. Things are moving, changing, growing.. into this little happy pie. It's time to let go.. let go of the past.. and all the bad things.. time to be happy.. really happy. I feel good things coming.. maybe it's in the form of a new President?? Wouldn't that be the cherry on my sundae.. I'm just so happy this morning. Maybe it's the fact I'm going to go to La Tolteca. Then update my food blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they say bad things have to happen for good to happen. With the bad things that have happened lately, I'm in need of good. Last Wednesday at Midnight while I was having drinking and having fun, my Granddaddy passed away. I feel so guilty. Guilty that I was having fun while he was dying. I didn't say good bye. I didn't call. I was &lt;em&gt;to&lt;/em&gt; busy... I feel like an asshole. I'm worried about my mom. I've never had someone die like this. I mean earlier my Great Grandpa died but, I wasn't as close to my Dad (his Grandson) or my Great Grandpa. Every time I smell maple donuts I think of my Granddaddy. Death is a hard thing to deal with. I wish not to dwell on the death or potential death.. I stress myself out enough and so do most. We should celebrate life and the ones that we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-109214520472628406?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/109214520472628406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=109214520472628406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109214520472628406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109214520472628406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/08/in-ten-years.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-109140618351434312</id><published>2004-08-01T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T17:23:03.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well August is here and I'm left thinking...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to go to a Cardinals game in Oct. YEAH ME! No really where has the summer gone. Summer starts with hope.. hope of good shows, good times and good friends.. well I got 2 out of 3 that isn't to bad. My life has changed so much this summer. This that seemed so certain aren't... things I did seem so fucking dumb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well August is here and the time to buckle down and focus on my job is near.. this month is going to be full of stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-109140618351434312?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/109140618351434312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=109140618351434312' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109140618351434312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109140618351434312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/08/well-august-is-here-and-im-left.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-109098790988182622</id><published>2004-07-27T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T21:11:49.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So whatever will I do on a Tuesday night...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;update my blogs!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a new one to check out &lt;a href="http://www.drunkagain.com/blog.html"&gt;http://www.drunkagain.com/blog.html&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; it is funny..&amp;nbsp; JASON THAT MEANS YOU GO READ IT!!!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; THANKS FOR THE E-MAIL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to post a picture but it's way to fucking hard for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been big in to Hot Hot Heat, and Hot Rod circuit.&amp;nbsp; I think tomorrow is a Bangkok gardens day either that or tellers.. Nothing says loving in my tummy like Thai food or chocolate mousse... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY STOP&amp;nbsp; food to goes here &lt;a href="http://www.foodismylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.foodismylife.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Okay now on to other things... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know have a strong must eat dinner before drinking rule... God last night was so weird... That is what I get for getting drunk before dinner...&amp;nbsp; I called one of my friends Kim and left her a message.&amp;nbsp; She calls back and said " So you called?"&amp;nbsp; Then I said&amp;nbsp; "Yes I fucking called you"&amp;nbsp; and I might have said bitch.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Who really knows or cares...&amp;nbsp; I ran a nice errand for Pants and bought him batteries for his camera.. I should do good deads more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is about it.&amp;nbsp; Also go check this out..&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.humanclock.com/"&gt;http://www.humanclock.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It keeps me busy.. and I don't think Jason likes it so go to his blog..&amp;nbsp; and fuck with him&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://residentjason.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://residentjason.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&amp;nbsp; I'm so lazy no spell check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-109098790988182622?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/109098790988182622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=109098790988182622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109098790988182622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109098790988182622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/07/so-whatever-will-i-do-on-tuesday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-109078478536758892</id><published>2004-07-25T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T12:46:25.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Owww........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It is 2:44PM and I have nothing good to say.&amp;nbsp; I'm getting ready to take Milo and Ava to the dog park, it will be fun.&amp;nbsp; I think I'm going to watch fog of war tonight and the princess diaries.&amp;nbsp; I'm a huge dork I know and I don't really care.&amp;nbsp; Milo is in rare form today, he's barking at the littlest noises.. I think I need a muzzle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ATTN: JASON- e-mail me or I will send my sister after you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-109078478536758892?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/109078478536758892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=109078478536758892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109078478536758892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109078478536758892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/07/owww.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-109072331310490453</id><published>2004-07-24T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T19:41:53.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to go to work tonight.&amp;nbsp; I'm so tired.&amp;nbsp; I drove to St. Louis on three hours of sleep, to take my sister to the Airport.&amp;nbsp; NO more RACHIE!!!!!&amp;nbsp; This is sad but, I'm happy she is going to Oxford to study.&amp;nbsp; That is cool.&amp;nbsp; I'm so tired and I know we are really dead right now so why go to work at ten...&amp;nbsp; maybe just maybe it will be busy.&amp;nbsp; Well if your in town come down and keep me company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-109072331310490453?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/109072331310490453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=109072331310490453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109072331310490453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109072331310490453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-have-to-go-to-work-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-109029470505594712</id><published>2004-07-19T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T20:38:25.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wow, Blogger Changed all the more...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;since I've loggend in.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; FUCK I'm red only now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I got nothing really good to say.&amp;nbsp; I'm starting to think I work way to much.&amp;nbsp; Drink way to much.&amp;nbsp; Eat way to much.&amp;nbsp; I've gained weight.&amp;nbsp; I feel tired, fat and ugly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My dog is driving me crazy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If any more creepy guys hit on me I'm going to lock myself in the closet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My sister is leaving for London Saturday.&amp;nbsp; This is really going to suck.&amp;nbsp; She's way smart and going to Oxford for 3 weeks to study.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What is fucked up my parents can afford that and help her but they won't even help me go to the Community College down the road.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I suck anyways.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My Landlord wants me to get rid of my dog.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think I would be so lonely.. So fuck if&amp;nbsp; you know anything about Dog Training for Beagle-Fucker hounds please help!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My life has become very un fufilling lately.&amp;nbsp; Just kind of blah... I'm stuck in a rut big time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I haven't talked to my mom in over a month and I don't want to call her b/c&amp;nbsp; I feel bad.&amp;nbsp; My sisters don't talk to her near as much as I normally do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I have a new love in my life...&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.colinfarrell.ie/"&gt;http://www.colinfarrell.ie/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He is who I stare at while I'm working at work at home.&amp;nbsp; Don't think it would go to well over the office.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;God I love his hair.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My perfrect man must have good hair...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-109029470505594712?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/109029470505594712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=109029470505594712' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109029470505594712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/109029470505594712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/07/wow-blogger-changed-all-more.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108908199651002848</id><published>2004-07-05T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T19:47:20.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Time Time Time.. a clock ticks and it's 9:35 Monday and where did my time go???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  I don't really know.  I saw the Micheal Moore movie twice now.. Yeah for me.. sucks to be you especially if you have yet to see it.  I work.. I eat.. I work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the list of things I need to do..&lt;br /&gt;1. Start working out again.  I am now 125lbs.. I have about 5 to 7lbs to loose..... argghhh all that hard work and pokey sticks and beer and no working out took it away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Clean my house... it's pretty simple to say I need to finish un-packing.. and shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Save more money.. so I can..&lt;br /&gt;a. pay back my sister&lt;br /&gt;b. pay off the girl with the carpet&lt;br /&gt;c. go to the eye doctor&lt;br /&gt;d. put a loud CD player in my car&lt;br /&gt;e. fix my last three hit and runs on my car.. fuck bad drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Finish training my sweet little Ava...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that is all I have to do.. know that I put it out their it's not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm.. music.. I miss loud music.. fuck I gotta run to eastside.. shit.. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108908199651002848?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108908199651002848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108908199651002848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108908199651002848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108908199651002848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/07/time-time-time.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108864899397041433</id><published>2004-06-30T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T19:29:53.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;mmmmmmm time, spyware, life...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ran ad-aware 17 times since I got my computer chugging along.  It has quarantined 2459 evil fuckers.. and has removed 1955 evil fuckers.  My point is every day I run this fucking and I get at least 100 more added to my total.   HELP!!!!  Sometimes I can't even open &lt;a href="www.comomusic.com"&gt;comomusic&lt;/a&gt; dude this sucks ass so fucking bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting enjoying a nice vodka lemonade drink, waiting for time to pass until I go to work.  I think I might make a new rule tonight.. no more burning CD's for others until I get some in return!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of sad &lt;a href=" http://residentjason.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jason&lt;/a&gt; didn't e-mail me at all yesterday.  I was even bored and ready to tell good stories... ABOUT FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108864899397041433?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108864899397041433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108864899397041433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108864899397041433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108864899397041433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/06/mmmmmmm-time-spyware-life.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108846295513183856</id><published>2004-06-28T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T09:30:04.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;my new haircut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my hair again.  My dog is driving me crazy.  I really have nothing good to say.  I'm tired, hungry, and having nothing worth saying.  I'm annoyed way to often, that is the only thing that I know.  Maybe it's some sort of with draw from sleep...  I don't really know.  I hate the way I am more and more.  I just want to be happy but feel like I let everyone down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108846295513183856?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108846295513183856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108846295513183856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108846295513183856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108846295513183856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-new-haircut-i-cut-my-hair-again.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108778375111727469</id><published>2004-06-20T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T19:09:11.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jerks..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I worked hard this weekend and hardly have any money to show for it.  Friday I got way drunk and had a really good time.  Saturday not so drunk still a good time.  Today sucks ass.  It's fathers day and I'm not even aloud at my dad's house.  I hate men in general.  I know I work in a bar so I'll see some jerks but fuck.. if I find one men worth a shit that isn't a jerk and grabby or hits on me the minute his wife leaves.. I will clone him.. and then all the women in the world will be safe and happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just amazed at how sheltered I've been as to not get treated like some of those and not to have seen it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around March I was so happy I loved my job and my life.. now I struggle to find any joy.. it's funny how things flip flop..I feel like someone took my happy life away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108778375111727469?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108778375111727469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108778375111727469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108778375111727469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108778375111727469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/06/jerks.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108758803526166793</id><published>2004-06-18T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T12:47:15.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY DOUBLE WORK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm working at my office job today and at the bar tonight.  We are having a bikini contest... I think we should have a male no shirt contest at some point... mmmmm  seems fair plus then maybe it will be easier for me to get tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I'm yet to be un packed.  I have a new picture phone.  Okay my life is dull but that is all I got..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT.. &lt;a href="http://residentjason.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jason&lt;/a&gt; is back and he was bugging me to post so here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108758803526166793?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108758803526166793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108758803526166793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108758803526166793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108758803526166793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/06/friday-double-work-so-im-working-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108727511368151010</id><published>2004-06-14T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T21:51:53.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/q1.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mutedfaith.com/images/teen.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/q1.htm" target="new"&gt;What High School&lt;br /&gt;Stereotype Are You?&lt;/a&gt; quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108727511368151010?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108727511368151010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108727511368151010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108727511368151010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108727511368151010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/06/take-what-high-school-stereotype-are.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108718125204190423</id><published>2004-06-13T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T19:47:32.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;blah blah blah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's odd when things change.  It's odd that I write this and only two people will read it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was pretty much drama filled which means it pretty much sucked.  I had some people who where shining spots in the weekend though.  They would know who they are but I have a feeling they will never read this.  I just wanted to say Thank you for making all the drama seem not so bad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those drama causers.. um don't be dirty dogs.. hahaha...You know who you are you dirty dog you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a move today.  The stepford wifes.  It wasn't to bad but it's the first time I laughed out loud in over a week so that was good.  I had the olive garden which was fucking awesome.  I have now revised my who I will marry of famous men to add &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/nbc/The_Restaurant/"&gt;Rocco&lt;/a&gt; to the list.  Things I like in a man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No lies&lt;br /&gt;2. Thoughtfulness&lt;br /&gt;3. Sense of Humor&lt;br /&gt;4. Intelligence&lt;br /&gt;5. Being Laid Back&lt;br /&gt;6. Admitting when you are wrong/Humility&lt;br /&gt;7. Manners&lt;br /&gt;8. Nice Smile&lt;br /&gt;9. Cooking is so sexy or being passionate about something&lt;br /&gt;10. Smells good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that Rocco fits all of my requirements.. He is a bit older but damn for the cooking I can over look that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off to dream and search for other men to add to my list.  So far I only have Rocco and &lt;a href="http://cbs.sportsline.com/mlb/players/playerpage/22045"&gt;Rick Ankiel&lt;/a&gt;.  If you know of any others I may add please feel free to send them my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108718125204190423?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108718125204190423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108718125204190423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108718125204190423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108718125204190423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/06/blah-blah-blah-its-odd-when-things_13.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108718124087278217</id><published>2004-06-13T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T19:47:20.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;blah blah blah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's odd when things change.  It's odd that I write this and only two people will read it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was pretty much drama filled which means it pretty much sucked.  I had some people who where shining spots in the weekend though.  They would know who they are but I have a feeling they will never read this.  I just wanted to say Thank you for making all the drama seem not so bad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those drama causers.. um don't be dirty dogs.. hahaha...You know who you are you dirty dog you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a move today.  The stepford wifes.  It wasn't to bad but it's the first time I laughed out loud in over a week so that was good.  I had the olive garden which was fucking awesome.  I have now revised my who I will marry of famous men to add &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/nbc/The_Restaurant/"&gt;Rocco&lt;/a&gt; to the list.  Things I like in a man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No lies&lt;br /&gt;2. Thoughtfulness&lt;br /&gt;3. Sense of Humor&lt;br /&gt;4. Intelligence&lt;br /&gt;5. Being Laid Back&lt;br /&gt;6. Admitting when you are wrong/Humility&lt;br /&gt;7. Manners&lt;br /&gt;8. Nice Smile&lt;br /&gt;9. Cooking is so sexy or being passionate about something&lt;br /&gt;10. Smells good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that Rocco fits all of my requirements.. He is a bit older but damn for the cooking I can over look that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off to dream and search for other men to add to my list.  So far I only have Rocco and &lt;a href="http://cbs.sportsline.com/mlb/players/playerpage/22045"&gt;Rick Ankiel&lt;/a&gt;.  If you know of any others I may add please feel free to send them my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108718124087278217?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108718124087278217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108718124087278217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108718124087278217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108718124087278217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/06/blah-blah-blah-its-odd-when-things.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108691863167398442</id><published>2004-06-10T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T18:50:31.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Drunks, Jerks and Sluts...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my night tomorrow night.  I will be working my first night at Shattered on a Friday.  I am excited.. to make money.  I don't think it will be as bad as everyone says... maybe I'm overly optimistic.  The Jagger girls will be their so I get to hang out with them.. I don't know.. I imagine they are going to be way hotter than I.. and I won't get any tips.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please wish me well I am in despreite need of the cash.   My life has been a big long weird dream latley.  It's just spinning by so fast and I feel that I don't have time for myself.. but where is my time going.. that is a good question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108691863167398442?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108691863167398442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108691863167398442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108691863167398442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108691863167398442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/06/drunks-jerks-and-sluts.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108675344624229181</id><published>2004-06-08T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T20:57:26.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FLAT TUMMY MEANS...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to bring back the &lt;a href="http://foodismylife.blogspot.com"&gt;food blog&lt;/a&gt;... That is right I brought it back.. But with out links.. I'm not that talented.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108675344624229181?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108675344624229181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108675344624229181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108675344624229181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108675344624229181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/06/flat-tummy-means.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108645405082786255</id><published>2004-06-05T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T09:47:30.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Va Va Va Voom...  and all that jazz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sitting in my lovely new home with my lovely new computer with my lovely new internet.  I feel good.  I feel like for once shit is going to go right, if it doesn't.. I'll fuck anyone up who gets in my way.  I'm tired of taking peoples shit.  I am no longer a dormat.  So hey you if you have ever walked all over me or hurt me for no reason (parents) It STOPS NOW!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I saying this but I know it won't happen but it feels good to be this set in my way at least at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyone talk to you later loser... I gotta shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108645405082786255?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108645405082786255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108645405082786255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108645405082786255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108645405082786255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/06/va-va-va-voom.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108619943400041842</id><published>2004-06-02T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T11:03:54.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My Head it is crazy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay really I have a big fattie headache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm moved... kind of.   I still need to clean and un pack, buy dog food, buy Heather food, sleep, work and have fun.  &lt;br /&gt;This update is lame so why don't you sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108619943400041842?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108619943400041842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108619943400041842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108619943400041842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108619943400041842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-head-it-is-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108560184478960689</id><published>2004-05-26T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T13:04:04.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thin, Fat and everything else&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated with people, that is it.  I'm tired of people being stupid and not giving me all the information I need to get their work done.  I'm just tired of people and tired of dealing with them.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108560184478960689?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108560184478960689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108560184478960689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108560184478960689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108560184478960689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/05/thin-fat-and-everything-else-im.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108551840536469759</id><published>2004-05-25T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T13:53:25.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;No more leaking for me....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is right you heard it here first.  I am moving this weekend.  I can start panting my new place Thursday night, any helpers???  Did think so.  Well that is okay.  I have no boxes and nothing packed and the couch is getting old so I hope to move ummm well Now but, I guess I can wait until Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I'm off to the lake for some stress relief, I really need it.  I am tired and getting more tired.. even sleeping is making me tired.  I have reached my limit of all hell breaking loose and the Gods of whatever need to fucking shine down on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plus side is from all the crazy shit and stress I have lost more weight!  I am now under 120 lb!  EAT THAT!  Okay so it's barely under 120 but the point is my size 4 jeans are getting baggy.   I am hoping I don't loose the good stuff but we will see.  &lt;br /&gt;Other than my living crap, life isn't to bad.   I have my sisters in town and Cardinal games to look forward too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I just realized how way lame this fucking blog is.  I must come up with better shit to put on here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone would like to buy me some food, I will be your friend for about 1 hour.  Feel free to e-mail me at milojonheather@hotmail.com and we can discuss where you will be taking me.  I refuse to date you, have sex with you I'm just being up front and asking for free food, please think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108551840536469759?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108551840536469759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108551840536469759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108551840536469759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108551840536469759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/05/no-more-leaking-for-me_25.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108551836716627020</id><published>2004-05-25T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T13:52:47.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;No more leaking for me....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is right you heard it here first.  I am moving this weekend.  I can start panting my new place Thursday night, any helpers???  Did think so.  Well that is okay.  I have no boxes and nothing packed and the couch is getting old so I hope to move ummm well Now but, I guess I can wait until Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I'm off to the lake for some stress relief, I really need it.  I am tired and getting more tired.. even sleeping is making me tired.  I have reached my limit of all hell breaking loose and the Gods of whatever need to fucking shine down on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plus side is from all the crazy shit and stress I have lost more weight!  I am now under 120 lb!  EAT THAT!  Okay so it's barely under 120 but the point is my size 4 jeans are getting baggy.   I am hoping I don't loose the good stuff but we will see.  &lt;br /&gt;Other than my living crap, life isn't to bad.   I have my sisters in town and Cardinal games to look forward too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I just realized how way lame this fucking blog is.  I must come up with better shit to put on here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone would like to buy me some food, I will be your friend for about 1 hour.  Feel free to e-mail me at milojonheather@hotmail.com and we can discuss where you will be taking me.  I refuse to date you, have sex with you I'm just being up front and asking for free food, please think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108551836716627020?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108551836716627020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108551836716627020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108551836716627020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108551836716627020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/05/no-more-leaking-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108541509562364767</id><published>2004-05-24T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T09:11:35.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Food in my belly means...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful things.  This weekend has been crazy.  Drinking, working and dealing with wet carpet is my life as of lately.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets review the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-New Perfume it's sexy smelling.  Dinner with Adam, old Chicago has a fucking awesome pizza.  My little sister is way to cute.  Fight with my mom.  Hung over and movie watching.  I must say Colin Farrell has a fucking nice ass and I would love to grab it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-Work, Drink, Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday-Little sleep and movie watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my weekend in very little words..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108541509562364767?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108541509562364767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108541509562364767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108541509562364767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108541509562364767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/05/food-in-my-belly-means.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108517125412137449</id><published>2004-05-21T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T13:27:34.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Moving day is coming...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a new home to live in.  My current "home" is still leaking and I have six ground-hogs.  They lady upstairs cleaned up all the water in the laundry room, which filled a bucket.  A couple of hours later it was soaking wet again.  No one has fixed the link and the mold is growing.  I'm not really for sure what to do until I move.  I can't be around that much mold.  You could get sick you know.  I really don't want to drive from Jefferson City to Columbia for a week.  The what about my dogs!  I'm guessing couch sleeping and mold for one week wouldn't kill me.  YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news... I'm getting caught up at work.  I am working Saturday Night at Shattered so please come by and tip me well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108517125412137449?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108517125412137449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108517125412137449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108517125412137449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108517125412137449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/05/moving-day-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108500637689771463</id><published>2004-05-19T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T15:39:36.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;KILL ME!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please end it all now.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108500637689771463?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108500637689771463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108500637689771463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108500637689771463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108500637689771463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/05/kill-me-please-end-it-all-now.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108491485732910469</id><published>2004-05-18T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T14:14:17.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Okey Dokey Pokey...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home last night around 6:30 and started cleaning, hooking up my new computer and things like that.  I don't have a mouse but, I start thinking what is in that box back in the closet.  I get down on my knees and scoot closer.  YUCK!!! the carpet is all wet.  I look closer.. my lovely white pillows are now black!  I have a leak in my closet.  I go into the laundry room, which is on the other side of my closet wall.  I look the floor is all wet.  It turns out the air unit is leaking quit bad.  I then look and my pretty bookcase is all moldy... I have so many things that stink and are wet now.  I had to go get the neighbor to help me move everything.  The bookcase is to tall for my apt. and to big for me to move all on my own.  It sucked so much, to have my lovely things get all moldy and nasty.  After moving the bookcase I have this sharp pain and I have fucked up my back.  My night ended soon after that.  I was in bed by 10.  I could reach to put that bengay on but I'm telling you I would've killed for it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I worked through lunch.  Cleaned up the mess left for me at work.  I'm going to be leaving by six that is my goal.  I have to call this new guy about a place to live.  If this doesn't work out it looks like the pound for Milo and Ava.  I am trying not to think about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those bitches that robbed me have skipped out on their payments!  FUCK THEM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108491485732910469?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108491485732910469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108491485732910469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108491485732910469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108491485732910469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/05/okey-dokey-pokey.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108453443653704513</id><published>2004-05-14T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T04:33:56.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hell in a hand basket...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the kind of week I've been having.  I mean it's been fun but for my week of vacation.. kind of lame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below in no real order are the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I'm getting a computer and a printer... yeah!&lt;br /&gt;2.  Dunkin' donuts and panera our my friend&lt;br /&gt;3.  Drinking beer helps out alot&lt;br /&gt;4.  Jason is good entrtainment during the day&lt;br /&gt;5.  Saw a totally chick movie&lt;br /&gt;6.  Fun sister time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my vacation.. not totally cool but it could've been worse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm driving from blacksburg to Columbia.. Call me if you know my number because I can already tell this road trip is going to be icky.  Having one hung over/drunk sister makes the fun part of a roadtrip a challenge.  I will also be able to AIM so do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in Columbia... I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108453443653704513?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108453443653704513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108453443653704513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108453443653704513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108453443653704513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/05/hell-in-hand-basket.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108446068934998521</id><published>2004-05-13T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T08:04:49.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My nice new blog...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is nice and pretty thanks to jason.  He fixed it all lovely like for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that is all I had to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108446068934998521?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108446068934998521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108446068934998521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108446068934998521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108446068934998521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-nice-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108442827785909129</id><published>2004-05-12T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T23:04:37.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;Doubt.. it's not evil it's your friend.../strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see when people doubt you they give you power...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a sick game but it's true.. I like it when others doubt me.. It makes me laugh.  I love to prove people wrong.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my dogs.  I wish I knew how they are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes people are so predictable.. Like clockwork. .Then when you think oh crap what that isn't normal.. Well isn't it.. You just doubted.. haha your the fool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are sick fucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who needs another beer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108442827785909129?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108442827785909129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108442827785909129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108442827785909129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108442827785909129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/05/see-when-people-doubt-you-they-give.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108437063515654042</id><published>2004-05-12T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T07:03:55.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ruff Ruff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,  what can I say about today.  It is about 10 am DC time and I've been up for a while.  As you can see I changed my template again.  I really like &lt;a href="http://www.residentjason.blogspot.com"&gt;Jasons&lt;/a&gt;  and &lt;a href="http://www.seethruskin.blogspot.com"&gt;Jons&lt;/a&gt; I would say they have the two best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be working on my for the next two weeks.. Trying to get my links going.. And maybe other nifty stuff.  Jason has been helping giving me pointers but it's hard to understand exactly what he is talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not stupid just html illiterate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108437063515654042?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108437063515654042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108437063515654042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108437063515654042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108437063515654042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/05/ruff-ruff-well-what-can-i-say-about.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108430947743019355</id><published>2004-05-11T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T14:04:37.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are so fucking lame.  Question why on earth would anyone under the age of 40 ever look for women/men online, thorough personals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is so lame.  If I ever did this someone shoot me because I would just be pathetic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108430947743019355?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108430947743019355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108430947743019355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108430947743019355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108430947743019355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/05/people.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108420602960959209</id><published>2004-05-10T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T09:20:29.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK ME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger looks nice and nifty.  I'm bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please mail me back home!  I could go see Blondie tonight if I wanted to pay 40 bucks for it.  I don't think I do..  I'm hungry and can't sleep here.  I want Pokey sticks, IC Mocha and well things in my bed.. I want my home back.  I want my dogs... who by the way are fucking cute.  I want my babycakes.  I want kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108420602960959209?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108420602960959209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108420602960959209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108420602960959209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108420602960959209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/05/fuck-me.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108407005755399532</id><published>2004-05-08T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T19:38:47.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I'm in DC.   I haven't been here over night and I'm freaking out.  I want to be home in my bed with my dogs.  I want to kiss my babycakes and cuddle.  I want to go to my panera and my thirft stores.  I want to be back home!  EVERYONE please AIM me at drivelikeheather... I miss home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108407005755399532?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108407005755399532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108407005755399532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108407005755399532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108407005755399532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-im-in-dc.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108397107079436020</id><published>2004-05-07T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T16:08:59.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, next time you all read anything else posted by me I'll be in DC.  I will be bored so I should be writing alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108397107079436020?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108397107079436020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108397107079436020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108397107079436020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108397107079436020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-next-time-you-all-read-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108395462428386261</id><published>2004-05-07T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T11:34:52.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day until I'm out to DC.  I am going to miss Columbia a little.  Okay just some people.&lt;br /&gt;I am so giddy today.  I would like to be hugged all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108395462428386261?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108395462428386261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108395462428386261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108395462428386261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108395462428386261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/05/last-day-until-im-out-to-dc.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108378658492370859</id><published>2004-05-05T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T12:54:10.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today is another no lunch day.  I think by tomorrow I'm going to stuff my face.  I am having lunch with some friends at Bankock Gardens.  That sounds so good right now.   I'm in such a good mood.  I love getting surprises.  I love feeling light and happy, is it possible to be addicted to people?  Well if so then I am, and I don't want any rehab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news Saturday I'm off to DC.  I can't wait to see my sister.  I plan to try and convince to take me thrift store shopping and record looking I bet they have good deals in DC.  If anyone knows of any place worth my stop let me know.  I feel so light and happy, I can't stop thinking about it.  I wonder if it's the lake of food?  Oh fuck it I don't care.  When I come back from DC I'll have a new computer with a CD burner!  I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108378658492370859?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108378658492370859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108378658492370859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108378658492370859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108378658492370859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-today-is-another-no-lunch-day.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108370357785910651</id><published>2004-05-04T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T13:50:08.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I'm tired and hungry (no lunch again).  Tonight I think I will just sleep forever.  My neck is killing me.  Jason told me that Face to Face is on tour.  Which is kind of cool but why bother after you broke up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108370357785910651?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108370357785910651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108370357785910651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108370357785910651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108370357785910651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-im-tired-and-hungry-no-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108361864452886524</id><published>2004-05-03T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T14:14:52.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>looks like another night alone drinking.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108361864452886524?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108361864452886524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108361864452886524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108361864452886524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108361864452886524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/05/looks-like-another-night-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108360398601960222</id><published>2004-05-03T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T10:10:37.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well what can I say about this weekend.  I drank, I cleaned I was bored.  I'm ready for a nice day off.  I am going to miss some people and my dogs alot but I can't wait to see my sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108360398601960222?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108360398601960222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108360398601960222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108360398601960222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108360398601960222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-what-can-i-say-about-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108333849896742543</id><published>2004-04-30T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T08:25:57.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend will be filled with place hunting, cleaning and other things you do alone.  I am in need of some serious TLC.  I think tonight is beer night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108333849896742543?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108333849896742543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108333849896742543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108333849896742543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108333849896742543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/04/this-weekend-will-be-filled-with-place.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108327316184296540</id><published>2004-04-29T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T14:16:59.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today sucks.  Please get a gun and make it over.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108327316184296540?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108327316184296540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108327316184296540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108327316184296540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108327316184296540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/04/today-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108318735845199683</id><published>2004-04-28T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T14:26:54.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really have no good update today.  I want to be loved and cuddled all the live long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working way to hard right now someone send a laser and beam me elsewhere.. Please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108318735845199683?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108318735845199683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108318735845199683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108318735845199683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108318735845199683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-really-have-no-good-update-today.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108309938493654656</id><published>2004-04-27T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T14:00:39.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got paid today!  Yeah.  Last night was lame, I'm sure tonight will be too.  I'm getting to the point where I am learning not to count on people, all they do is let you down and smash you.  I mean look at Bush.  Is he really human?  I think not...  I would never let someone of his moral standards impregnate me.. I can tell you that right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gross now I have to shower.. That made my stomach turn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108309938493654656?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108309938493654656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108309938493654656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108309938493654656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108309938493654656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-got-paid-today-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108301172349113161</id><published>2004-04-26T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T13:39:36.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it's a Monday, yuck!  For my birthday I woke up feeling very loved.  I had a yummy I-Hop breakfast and good company.  I love getting spoiled every now and then.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I also had my first night at the shat.  It went really well, I had so much fun.  Becky and her guy Eric went down with me.  I made about 50 dollars, which isn't to bad.  Adam was so sweet and would check in and make sure I'm doing okay.  He even told me he loved me as a sister.  It was so sweet and unexpected it made me and still does make me so happy and loved to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work my sister Jen sent me a dozen pink roses for a late birthday surprise.  I thought that was so sweet.  I love my family.  I consider Adam and Andy family, I wish I saw them more but hey that doesn't mean I don't love and care about them.  I'm in a great mood... only a couple of things could make it even better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108301172349113161?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108301172349113161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108301172349113161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108301172349113161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108301172349113161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/04/so-its-monday-yuck-for-my-birthday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108274074459144231</id><published>2004-04-23T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T10:25:15.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#FF69B4" border=1 width="50%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;big&gt;you are hotpink&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br&gt;#FF69B4&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size=-1&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your dominant hues are red and magenta. You love doing your own thing and going on your own adventures, but there are close friends you know you just can't leave behind. You can influence others on days when you're patient, but most times you just want to go out, have fun, and do your own thing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your saturation level is medium - You're not the most decisive go-getter, but you can get a job done when it's required of you. You probably don't think the world can change for you and don't want to spend too much effort trying to force it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your outlook on life is very bright. You are sunny and optimistic about life and others find it very encouraging, but remember to tone it down if you sense irritation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/colorquiz"&gt;the spacefem.com html color quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jon over at &lt;a href="http://seethruskin.blogspot.com"&gt;seethruskin&lt;/a&gt; did this little color thingy.  I must say I think his matches him.  I don't know about mine but I do like the color.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108274074459144231?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108274074459144231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108274074459144231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108274074459144231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108274074459144231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/04/you-are-hotpinkff69b4your-dominant.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108272878127987871</id><published>2004-04-23T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T07:03:49.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MMMMMMMMMMMM...... That is all I can say about today.  I feel so loved.  I come in to work to find nice pretty decorations, a package, flowers and food!  What more could go right today.   I feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note.. I have to go to the gates of hell, better known as the DMV.  I have to renew my license.   I don't want to take another picture.  I have eye bags.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was okay.  I just laid around and did nothing.  My little Ava was so cute all night.  She was just cuddled right up next to me.  I love cuddles even from Dogs.  Who invented this thing cuddling?  I think they should get a Noble Peace Prize or something, because if everyone just cuddled 24/7 we wouldn't have War.  Everyone would be to happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine Osama Bin Laden and W. Cuddling together.  See they don't seem so evil know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108272878127987871?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108272878127987871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108272878127987871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108272878127987871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108272878127987871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/04/mmmmmmmmmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108264883700975056</id><published>2004-04-22T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T09:20:37.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, last night I had softball practice so I missed Angel.  I went to drink with Becky, Tina and Marsha.  It was funny.  Tina and Becky are really nice people.  I was surprised when I got home and found someone waiting for me.   I love surprise visits. It is so sweet.  It just perked my little bad mood right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I felt like this everyday.  It's funny that when people do things you don't expect it cheers you right up.   It makes me want to make everyone feel better.  I love today.  For the first time this month I'll looking forward to my Birthday.  I hope it's a nice lovely day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have to work down at Shattered on Saturday and I'll be all alone.  So if you are in town come down and tip well.  It would be a nice surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like my hunt for a 1 bedroom is over.  Now I might be moving into a 3 bedroom.  I'll be living with Becky and some friend of hers named Matt.  I don't know how I feel about living with a guy but, I like the idea of keeping my dogs.  I will have to think about this more.  I mean living with a guy I've never meet could be odd.  I hope he would be downstairs so then Becky and I could share the upstairs.  The place is nice and I have no clue as to how much a month.   I just don't know what to do.  Everything is changing and changing fast I wish I had one stable thing right now.  Well I have my shitty spelling and grammar... But it is more of a pain than a comfort&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108264883700975056?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108264883700975056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108264883700975056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108264883700975056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108264883700975056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/04/well-last-night-i-had-softball.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108255903355115450</id><published>2004-04-21T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T07:54:39.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today I don't know if I'll have time for a long post.  I am going to watch Angel tonight.   I went to Shattered and had my training.   I'm pretty excited about it.  I hope to make some nice spending money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108255903355115450?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108255903355115450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108255903355115450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108255903355115450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108255903355115450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/04/well-today-i-dont-know-if-ill-have.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108247491615459893</id><published>2004-04-20T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T08:33:32.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So,  It is pouring outside.  I spilled cappuccino all over my shirt, it soaked to my bra.  I feel scared.  I have to go to the Doctor today at two, I don't want to go.  Tonight I have to go to shattered for my training.  I am now the Saturday night shot girl.  Speaking of Saturday it is my Birthday.  I normally get all excited and happy but, this year I feel a big fat let down this year.  I mean why should I care when know one else does.  I'm not trying to complain but, when I try to help others and they don't do shit in return it doesn't make me to hopeful that it will be a good day.  My sister Jen, is the only one who has anything nice planned for me.  It's just a date on the calendar but, it's a date in which I'm going to be 24.  It's a date where everything is suppose to go my way and I should feel loved.  Every morning for 3 weeks I wake up look at my phone see the time and date and groan.  I'm dreading getting hurt and disappointed.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108247491615459893?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108247491615459893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108247491615459893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108247491615459893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108247491615459893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/04/so-it-is-pouring-outside.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108239000908899488</id><published>2004-04-19T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T08:57:32.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm back at work from this weekend.  I would say over all it was blah.  I had good times (cardinal game) but mostly bad/ frustrating times.  I hate waiting on people.  I hate being disappointed over and over again.  One day things will get better.  I always feel like I'm in a glass bubble and everyone else isn't in one and they are all laughing at me.  Sometimes it's like someone is half way in my bubble and I think they are their because the want hang out but it turns out it's to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this makes sense and I don't really care, basically I'm saying I wish I felt like smiling again.  I wish more than anything that the things that made me happy would make me happy again.  I'm tired.. tired of feeling this way tired of getting older and getting shit on tired of worring.  I wish I could be 5 again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108239000908899488?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108239000908899488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108239000908899488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108239000908899488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108239000908899488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/04/so-im-back-at-work-from-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108214464521879679</id><published>2004-04-16T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T12:48:04.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I got some yummy food from Wendy's.  A nice baked potato.  I must say this was one of the nicest lunchies I've had in a long time.  I really want to have some fun after work but, I don't know if I'll get my way.  I hope so.  I feel wicked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108214464521879679?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108214464521879679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108214464521879679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108214464521879679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108214464521879679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/04/today-i-got-some-yummy-food-from.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108204487194293466</id><published>2004-04-15T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T09:05:10.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*****************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Update&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know have coments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rule. Fuck that wasn't that hard.  Next I find a nice new bloggerskin.  I don't know if I'm ready for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108204487194293466?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108204487194293466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108204487194293466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108204487194293466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108204487194293466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/04/update-i-know-have-coments-i-rule.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108204099249306515</id><published>2004-04-15T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T08:00:29.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First thing is first.  I watched the first episode of the last six for &lt;a href="http://www.thewb.com/Shows/Show/0,7353,%7C%7C139,00.html"&gt;Angel&lt;/a&gt;, I must say it's getting rather good.  Fred is currently a demon, who Wesley is trying to save.  Gunn lost his super smartness and is now in a hell deminsion.  Lindsay is back and Eve is all wet again.  Speaking of Eve she got her ass kicked out of the little crew, her replacement is an ugly man.  What a drag.  Angel learns that the senior partners are setting up the real apocalypse and all this stuff with firm is to distract him.  Angel gets mad and is all ready to step it up now.  I hope that on the final episode Cordie comes back.  I heard Sarah Michelle Gellar isn't coming back as Buffy for it, that fucking sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CD's that I bought last night where...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cursive &lt;a href="http://store.saddle-creek.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;Store_Code=SCOS&amp;Product_Code=LBJ-35_CD_EP&amp;Category_Code=Cursive"&gt;Burst and Bloom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This CD fucking rocks.  The first, second and last track are controlling my life.  It makes me want to leave work, leave town find Cursive and rock out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cursive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.saddle-creek.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;Store_Code=SCOS&amp;Product_Code=LBJ-49&amp;Category_Code=Cursive"&gt;Art is hard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a CD single with Art is hard which is off their amazing &lt;a href="http://store.saddle-creek.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;Store_Code=SCOS&amp;Product_Code=LBJ-51_CD&amp;Category_Code=Cursive"&gt;Ugly Organ&lt;/a&gt; album.  It also has an unreleased track called Sinner's Serenade.  This song is worth paying four dollars for.  Well unless you can burn it from someone.  The lyrics on this song amaze me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Le Tigre &lt;a href="http://www.letigreworld.com/sweepstakes/html_site/song/song.html"&gt;Remix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I really dig that Keep on Livin' song so I thought I would get more.  I didn't know how I felt about a remix album.  Well it is pure techno.  I doubt I will ever play it again unless if I'm drunk.  I bought it because it was the only Le Tigre album they had and they where out of Rilo Kiley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Shins &lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/bands/shins/"&gt;Know your onion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fist I must say the CD it's self is clear around the edge and it won't play in my car, which sucks.  I listened to this and like it but, I am on a major Cursive jones right now so I will have to listen to it after I get my fill of Cursive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I bought, today after work I'm going to Streetside to buy Rilo Kiley.  I need it... It calls to me.  Okay I just really want it.  J has the saddlecreek comp at his work and I really really want to listen to it right now.  I can't wait until I get my computer at home so I can burn some shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight J is coming over and we are to rent movies.  I think I would rather play catch or do something outside since the weather is fucking awesome.  I can't wait for Saturday.  It will be fucking sweet.. Cardinal baseball that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I still haven't had time to master these comments that &lt;a href="http://residentjason.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jason&lt;/a&gt; told me about.  Maybe I'll get to it until them just e-mail me at milojonheather@hotmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108204099249306515?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108204099249306515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108204099249306515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108204099249306515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108204099249306515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/04/first-thing-is-first.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108195562095537093</id><published>2004-04-14T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T08:36:03.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I GOT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the plus side.  Okay it's a little lame but it works.  ANGEL is on tonight.  I'm hooked on that shit.  The new Interpol album is due to come out this Fall.  I'm very excited by this.  Today I am going CD shopping, after work.  I will tell you all tomorrow what goodness I bought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108195562095537093?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108195562095537093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108195562095537093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108195562095537093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108195562095537093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-got-it.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108195072160016996</id><published>2004-04-14T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T06:57:06.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, J moved out April 6th.  I made it a full week.  This is hard how do you stay in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship with someone you've been with for years now that they don't live with you.  He said he needed space.  I can respect that but looking back I have my fears that is more like looking for other pussy.  I hope I'm wrong.  I am going to try and just be patient and give him his space.  I just want to love him and hold him so much.  When I see him walk this one walk I feel like I'm floating.  He has given me that feeling for about 6 years now.  I don't /won't push those feelings down.  Most people think I'm crazy and I should tell him to fuck off but, you know what you don't give up on people you love.  Especially after six years.  I mean know one is that heartless they would sting someone along after all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on a more depressing note I know have to move.  Yes, he moved out but, I could still pay the rent all by myself.   Well, J didn't give the landlord rent or sign the new lease.  The landlord is made and is making me leave.  He's being nice about it.  I have a couple of months.  I didn't tell the Landlord about J moving out and I don't plan on it.   I haven't told my parents yet.   My dad and carol like him so much, I don't want them to start hating him.  I am hoping this moving apart is a temporary thing.  So, now what do I do.  I have no money.  I have two dogs and my boyfriend doesn't live with me and I have to move.  My life is starting to get a little shitter each day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side...  okay let me think about the plus side and get back to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108195072160016996?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108195072160016996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108195072160016996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108195072160016996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108195072160016996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/04/so-j-moved-out-april-6th.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108189260945993638</id><published>2004-04-13T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T14:56:00.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it that when two people act the same way, that they get treated differently.&lt;br /&gt;Life is such a fucked up thing.  I'm excited about two things.  J and are going to a Cardinals game on the 17th.  It is also my Birthday on the 24th.  I hope this year my birthday will be filled with hope, joy and everything or anything wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking forward to very much lately.  It is boring at home, I am paying rent all by myself now and it sucks.  I'm hoping it won't be for long but, it's not my call.  I've been thinking alot about my life and what I want to do.  Well, what I want is pretty much not going to happen.  If it looks like it will stay that way I was thinking about moving to D.C.  and helping my mind out.  I don't really want to move but, when things are dramafied sometimes I think it might be easier to leave.  Maybe there will be less hurt.  I feel hopeless today.  It's one of those days where I feel stupid and ugly.  I hate my new hair cut at this moment.  I'm hoping things start looking up soon.  I mean everyone goes through some bad patches in their life but, good god.  I am in need of love, understanding and anything good.  It has to get better, I really don't think it could get much worse.  I mean realistically.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only positive thing in my life is that I'm in love.  I'm not talking about that Jr. High kind.  I'm talking about the whole nine yards kind.  The kind where two people are the only two people in the world and nothing else matters.  The kind I had.  I feel that way,  I just have to be patient for the other person to feel that way again.  The kind of love doesn't just die.  It can get fucked up but no one can replace those feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108189260945993638?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108189260945993638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108189260945993638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108189260945993638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108189260945993638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/04/why-is-it-that-when-two-people-act.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108187227984129597</id><published>2004-04-13T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T09:49:06.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder who invented fortune cookies?  Then I wonder who made them lame?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108187227984129597?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108187227984129597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108187227984129597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108187227984129597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108187227984129597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-wonder-who-invented-fortune-cookies.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108187108487992341</id><published>2004-04-13T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T09:49:46.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in need of some sleep.  I didn't go to bed until 3:30 am.  I'm a tired little kitten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108187108487992341?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108187108487992341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108187108487992341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108187108487992341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108187108487992341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-am-in-need-of-some-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108187084870208696</id><published>2004-04-13T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T09:50:38.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What makes people the way they are?  I mean is it them who makes them, or what others do to them?  From now on,  I will try to make me the way I want not what others do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is I want to be a good person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108187084870208696?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108187084870208696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108187084870208696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108187084870208696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108187084870208696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/04/what-makes-people-way-they-are-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108186736226515360</id><published>2004-04-13T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T09:52:51.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do I make several diffrent entries instead of one big one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108186736226515360?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108186736226515360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108186736226515360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108186736226515360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108186736226515360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/04/why-do-i-make-several-diffrent-entries.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108186431433878580</id><published>2004-04-13T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T09:53:49.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I'm a cold hearted Bitch.  I don't like being this way.  I want to be nice and inoccent like I use to be.  Why is it that things effect you so much.  Sometimes it's the littlest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Jenny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108186431433878580?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108186431433878580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108186431433878580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108186431433878580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108186431433878580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/04/sometimes-im-cold-hearted-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767006.post-108180590542758674</id><published>2004-04-12T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T14:42:19.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm starting this blog.  I have no clue how much or how little I will keep up with it. &lt;br /&gt;My life is in an odd state right now so, I thought it would be good to put some thoughts down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767006-108180590542758674?l=ilikefood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/feeds/108180590542758674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6767006&amp;postID=108180590542758674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108180590542758674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767006/posts/default/108180590542758674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilikefood.blogspot.com/2004/04/im-starting-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08967727197687077836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
