<?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-3304910</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:45:29.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>flatass</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm looking for the tower of learning I'm looking for the copious prize I saw it in your eyes what I'm looking for I really do fear that I'm dying I really do fear that I'm dead I saw it in your eyes what will make me live All the sights of Paris Pale inside your iris Tip the Eiffel Tower with one glance Stained glass cathedrals with one glint You smashed it with your eyes What I'm looking for One blink and then my heart wasn't there no more I'm looking for the tower of learning</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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>171</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-86813007</id><published>2003-01-01T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-01T23:32:43.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>******************************************&lt;br&gt;Always  by  Jon Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;This romeo is bleeding &lt;br /&gt;But you can't see his blood &lt;br /&gt;It's nothing but some feelings &lt;br /&gt;That this old dog kicked up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining since you left me &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm drowning in the flood &lt;br /&gt;You see I've always been a fighter &lt;br /&gt;But without you I give up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't sing a love song &lt;br /&gt;Like the way it's meant to be &lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore &lt;br /&gt;But baby, that's just me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;And I will love you, baby - Always &lt;br /&gt;And I'll be there forever and a day - Always &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there till the stars don't shine &lt;br /&gt;Till the heavens burst and &lt;br /&gt;The words don't rhyme &lt;br /&gt;And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind &lt;br /&gt;And I'll love you - Always &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your pictures that you left behind &lt;br /&gt;Are just memories of a different life &lt;br /&gt;Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry &lt;br /&gt;One that made you have to say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair &lt;br /&gt;To touch your lips, to hold you near &lt;br /&gt;When you say your prayers try to understand &lt;br /&gt;I've made mistakes, I'm just a man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he holds you close, when he pulls you near &lt;br /&gt;When he says the words you've been needing to hear &lt;br /&gt;I'll wish I was him 'cause those words are mine &lt;br /&gt;To say to you till the end of time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you told me to cry for you &lt;br /&gt;I could &lt;br /&gt;If you told me to die for you &lt;br /&gt;I would &lt;br /&gt;Take a look at my face &lt;br /&gt;There's no price I won't pay &lt;br /&gt;To say these words to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there ain't no luck &lt;br /&gt;In these loaded dice &lt;br /&gt;But baby if you give me just one more try &lt;br /&gt;We can pack up our old dreams &lt;br /&gt;And our old lives &lt;br /&gt;We'll find a place where the sun still shines &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &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/3304910-86813007?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/86813007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/86813007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86813007' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-85544438</id><published>2002-12-05T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T12:03:36.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>******************************************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/karaisma4all/quizzes/What%20Type%20Of%20Retro%20Gal%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/karaisma4all/1036949527_pin-up-024.jpg" border="0" alt="seductress"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Type Of Retro Gal Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the seductress pin-up! You are self-explanatory. You slut!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;link via &lt;a href="http://mylittlelife.net/"&gt;my little life&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-85544438?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/85544438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/85544438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85544438' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-85544203</id><published>2002-12-05T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T11:55:08.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mix CD of the week: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why Don't You and I" Santana ft. Chad Kroger&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These Are The Days" O-Town&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't Believe It At All" Treble Charger&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cry Me A River" Justin Timberlake&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"High Enough" Damn Yankees&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girl Talk" TLC&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I'm Gone" 3 Doors Down&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything by Guns N' Roses&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Matchbox Twenty CD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...and some Christmas music&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book of the Week: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Macbeth" Shakesphere&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Movie of the Moment:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Slapshot" Starring:Paul Newman&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Feeling?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monolicious.....sicky&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Wearing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeans and QUEENS sweater&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Planning?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Guns n' Roses again! Friggen ROCKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Horoscope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socializing at a party should allow you to plant seeds and win points with people who can make a difference. Articulate what it is you want to accomplish and others will bend over backward to help you succeed. 4 stars  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Numbers:&lt;br /&gt;13, 20, 22, 29, 35, 38 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Chinese Proverb:&lt;br /&gt;"One never needs their humor as much a when they argue with a fool. " &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-85544203?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/85544203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/85544203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85544203' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-84549345</id><published>2002-11-14T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T18:52:01.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>****************************************** &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both quiz' ironically similar. Check out the &lt;a href="http://blackoutmedia.net/bs/"&gt;bands new site&lt;/a&gt;, quite impressive if I do say so. Check out the show on the 28th if you're in and around town. Pinch Travis' bum and tell him he's a cutie!&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/3304910-84549345?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/84549345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/84549345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84549345' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-84549235</id><published>2002-11-14T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T18:49:44.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>****************************************** &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/theboxsocial/quizzes/Which%20Member%20Of%20The%20Box%20Social%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/theboxsocial/1036920508_sctotravis.JPG" border="0" alt="travis"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Member Of The Box Social Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-84549235?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/84549235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/84549235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84549235' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-83747253</id><published>2002-10-29T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T21:10:57.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>****************************************** &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=1 bgcolor=#ffccff width=450&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border=0 cellspacing=5 cellpadding=0 height=100 bgcolor=#ffffFF STYLE="background-color:#ffccff; color:#000000"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffccff width=192 height=210&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.atomictemple.com/electrons3/carrio.jpg width=192 height=210&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffbbFF&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1 color=#000000&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Cartoon Will I Lose My Cartoon Virginity To?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rio (Jem):&lt;/b&gt; The suave and handsome Rio is the manager of glam rock bands like Jem's.  This rising star is a mover and a shaker and may soon land a contract with such great ones as Poison and Winger.  He &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; the eighties.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ff99ee colspan=2 align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Sans-serif" size=1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atomictemple.com" style="color:#118811"&gt;What Cartoon Will I Lose My Cartoon Virginity To?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-83747253?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/83747253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/83747253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83747253' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-83699412</id><published>2002-10-28T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T23:15:36.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>****************************************** &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: "I would have stayed for 2000"&lt;br /&gt;Edward: "I would have paid 4."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Women, a cinamatic masterpiece.&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/3304910-83699412?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/83699412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/83699412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83699412' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-83118496</id><published>2002-10-17T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T10:39:40.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>****************************************** &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://lfpress.com/classifieds/images/announcements/ag007ca8.pdf"&gt;ANGEL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;Spend all your time waiting&lt;br /&gt;for that second chance&lt;br /&gt;for a break that would make it okay&lt;br /&gt;there's always one reason&lt;br /&gt;to feel not good enough&lt;br /&gt;and it's hard at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;I need some distraction&lt;br /&gt;oh beautiful release&lt;br /&gt;memory seeps from my veins&lt;br /&gt;let me be empty&lt;br /&gt;and weightless and maybe&lt;br /&gt;I'll find some peace tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the arms of an angel&lt;br /&gt;fly away from here&lt;br /&gt;from this dark cold hotel room&lt;br /&gt;and the endlessness that you fear&lt;br /&gt;you are pulled from the wreckage&lt;br /&gt;of your silent reverie&lt;br /&gt;you're in the arms of the angel&lt;br /&gt;may you find some comfort there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font sie&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired of the straight line&lt;br /&gt;and everywhere you turn&lt;br /&gt;there's vultures and thieves at your back&lt;br /&gt;and the storm keeps on twisting&lt;br /&gt;you keep on building the lie&lt;br /&gt;that you make up for all that you lack&lt;br /&gt;it don't make no difference&lt;br /&gt;escaping one last time&lt;br /&gt;it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh&lt;br /&gt;this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the arms of an angel&lt;br /&gt;fly away from here&lt;br /&gt;from this dark cold hotel room&lt;br /&gt;and the endlessness that you fear&lt;br /&gt;you are pulled from the wreckage&lt;br /&gt;of your silent reverie&lt;br /&gt;you're in the arms of the angel&lt;br /&gt;may you find some comfort there&lt;br /&gt;you're in the arms of the angel&lt;br /&gt;may you find some comfort here&lt;/font size&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/3304910-83118496?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/83118496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/83118496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83118496' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-82768796</id><published>2002-10-09T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T21:40:45.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>****************************************** &lt;br&gt;"you're so bad for eachother that it's like some sort of addiction." &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/3304910-82768796?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/82768796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/82768796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82768796' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-82718427</id><published>2002-10-08T22:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T22:04:55.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>****************************************** &lt;br&gt;she knows, and she knows&lt;br /&gt;how much it hurts&lt;br /&gt;which is why she's around now,&lt;br /&gt;awake in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't know but he would if i &lt;br /&gt;would only let him&lt;br /&gt;and i want to help him understand&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much i feel like&lt;br /&gt;i'll fall to pieces &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/3304910-82718427?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/82718427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/82718427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82718427' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-82718419</id><published>2002-10-08T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T22:04:41.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>****************************************** &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/MikeyVillain/quizzes/What%2080's%20idol%20are%20you%3F%20/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizilla.com/user_images/1033504944_tif.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What 80's idol are you? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-82718419?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/82718419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/82718419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82718419' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-82657279</id><published>2002-10-07T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T18:15:32.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>****************************************** &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://londonknights.com/press/display_news.asp?news=28"&gt;Way to go Nash !&lt;/a&gt; We'll miss you in &lt;a href="http://londonknights.com"&gt;London&lt;/a&gt; but we wish you all the best! GO NASH GO!&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/3304910-82657279?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/82657279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/82657279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82657279' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-82614074</id><published>2002-10-06T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-07T18:15:32.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>****************************************** &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.typical.net/crayon-box" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://typical.net/crayon-box/squareban.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&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/3304910-82614074?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/82614074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/82614074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82614074' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-82609517</id><published>2002-10-06T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T19:00:15.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mix CD of the week: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seasons" Good Charlotte&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"East Coast Anrthem" Good Charlotte&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mudfootball" Jack Johnson&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last Dance with MaryJane" Tom Petty&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sense Field" Save Yourself&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ive Got My Mind Set On You" George Harrison&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Spin" Lifehouse&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life Goes On" Leann Rimes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodbye To You" Michelle Branch&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Game of Love" Michelle Branch feat. Santana &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Help Me" Nick Carter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book of the Week: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mercy Among The Children "  David Adams Richards&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Movie of the Moment:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Shawshank Redemption" Starring: Tim Robbins and Morgan Freeman. Director: Frank Darabont&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Feeling?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love sick&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Wearing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;track pants and UBC sweater&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Planning?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...on letting things happen in my life and to stop trying to control everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Horoscope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N/A  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apparently I have no future today :( &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Numbers:&lt;br /&gt;N/A &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Chinese Proverb:&lt;br /&gt;"Great souls have wills; feeble ones have only wishes. " &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-82609517?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/82609517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/82609517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82609517' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-82608320</id><published>2002-10-06T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T18:23:35.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no one else I'd rather watch sleep all day....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-82608320?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/82608320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/82608320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82608320' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-82529643</id><published>2002-10-04T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-04T16:53:29.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and&lt;br /&gt;    free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  In the process of courtship, the approach that would make you&lt;br /&gt;    feel irresistable is patience, never give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The impression you would like to give to your lover is loyal,&lt;br /&gt;    faithful, never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  You don't like it when your partner is emotional and/or too&lt;br /&gt;    moody; and you don't know how to please him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The kind of relationship you would like to build with your&lt;br /&gt;    partner is one that you care not only about the present but&lt;br /&gt;    also the future with your partner, a long-lasting relationship&lt;br /&gt;    that you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  You care about the society and morality, you won't do anything&lt;br /&gt;    wrong after marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  You are afraid of marriage, you think it would take away your&lt;br /&gt;    freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  At this moment, you think of love as a committment for both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Swipped from &lt;a href="http://ordinarymorning.net/"&gt;Melly.&lt;/a&gt;...Who stole it from &lt;a href="http://booboolina.com/index.php"&gt;Booboolina &lt;/a&gt;Who found the actual Looooove Test &lt;a href="http://naucon.net/misc/tests/love_test01.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&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/3304910-82529643?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/82529643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/82529643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82529643' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-82446194</id><published>2002-10-02T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-02T22:17:11.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;Summer air reminds me of&lt;br /&gt;All the feelings of your love&lt;br /&gt;And what it was like&lt;br /&gt;When we were together&lt;br /&gt;Walking all along the beach&lt;br /&gt;You were never far from my reach&lt;br /&gt;And you held me&lt;br /&gt;Through the stormy weather&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I remember when you said&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Laying in the summer grass&lt;br /&gt;You told me not to talk so fast&lt;br /&gt;As I told you&lt;br /&gt;How I feel&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel right at home&lt;br /&gt;You told me I was not alone&lt;br /&gt;And you knew&lt;br /&gt;Just how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I know we talked about it&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get around&lt;br /&gt;I just want one more night with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I remember when you said&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;October air reminds me of&lt;br /&gt;All the seasons of your love&lt;br /&gt;And what it was like&lt;br /&gt;When we were together&lt;br /&gt;The smell of fall is everywhere&lt;br /&gt;And though it seems I just don't care&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now you've gone away&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I remember when you said&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Alright&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall in love&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;Seasons-Good Charlotte&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-82446194?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/82446194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/82446194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82446194' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-82019173</id><published>2002-09-23T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T20:32:09.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok friends... Who's gonna come up with the brilliant plan to convince my &lt;b&gt;insane&lt;/b&gt; parents to let me go on the grad trip to Spain?&lt;br /&gt;Anybody..?&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/3304910-82019173?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/82019173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/82019173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82019173' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-81898927</id><published>2002-09-20T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T20:30:04.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you had a chocolate orgasm tonight?&lt;br /&gt;It's raining  like shit....&lt;br /&gt;Paul's tall as shit...&lt;br /&gt;Psycho Mike and his match making skills...&lt;br /&gt;Latte with a shot of ameretto and a chocolate sundae...&lt;br /&gt;Fro. It ain't a good thing...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you! Yeah you... why don't you stop pretending you care? Fuck off and die for two days.&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/3304910-81898927?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/81898927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/81898927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81898927' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-81797492</id><published>2002-09-18T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-18T20:39:32.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mfile.akamai.com/3196/rm/muze.download.akamai.com/2890/us/usrm/684/239684_1_02.ram?obj=v10212"&gt;talk dirty to me&lt;/a&gt;...please.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention i love the "frosh/mulllet years" yet?&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-81797492?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/81797492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/81797492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81797492' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-81796976</id><published>2002-09-18T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-18T20:25:52.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;So what did I do tonight? I knew you we're dying to know...&lt;br /&gt;Draz and I went to DQ and had us a fancy little chat. Came home, changed and headed over to the old shopping centre and bought &lt;a href="http://ae.com/AE_ProductPage.process?RestartFlow=t&amp;Merchant_Id=1&amp;Gender=Mens&amp;Section_Id=606&amp;Product_Id=2129272&amp;CatalogFlag=FloorSet&amp;Section_Title=Backpacks&amp;ColorString=0501_3012_816"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://hmv.com"&gt;Frosh/Mullet Years &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hmv.com"&gt;Frosh 80's&lt;/a&gt;,  and&lt;a href="http://amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000002LND/qid=1032394861/sr=8-2/ref=sr_8_2/102-2753017-4573740?v=glance&amp;s=music&amp;n=507846"&gt; Madonna the Immaculate Collection&lt;/a&gt;. I'm listening to the Madoona right now...all I can say is FANTASTIC!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a splendid evening, I'm going to bed early...&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-81796976?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/81796976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/81796976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81796976' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-81691417</id><published>2002-09-16T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-16T17:55:33.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* &lt;br&gt;okay...&lt;a href="http://google.com/search?q=sexy+girls+eating+creamy+food&amp;hl=en&amp;lr=&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;oe=utf-8&amp;start=10&amp;sa=N"&gt;WTF?&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-81691417?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/81691417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/81691417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81691417' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-81648216</id><published>2002-09-15T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-15T20:43:16.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done work for another week. Turns out the "new girl" I was working with at the store today is my student teacher from last semester. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ate a cinnamon bun and it was damn good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draz is in Hamilton and I miss him. He's a big university guy now, too busy for me :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing phone tag with the new boy, atleast he keeps calling right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liking &lt;a href="http://bbc.co.uk/radio1/media/g2/artists/paul_oakenfold/starry.ram"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt;, loving &lt;a href="http://hooptymike.com/loops/archives/week_2002_09_15.php#000951"&gt;hoopty's&lt;/a&gt; hair and still undecided on Pat's &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/talkread.bml?journal=thesoundtrack&amp;itemid=101518"&gt;new tatoos&lt;/a&gt;. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-81648216?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/81648216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/81648216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81648216' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-81521516</id><published>2002-09-12T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T16:52:11.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;Ben Harper - Please me like you want to &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt; Don't do me any favors.&lt;br /&gt;Matter of fact why don't you do yourself a few.&lt;br /&gt;Your presence ain't nobody's blessing.&lt;br /&gt;I've got plenty of other things that I could do.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, not another excuse.&lt;br /&gt;Your tired silly games for me are just no use.&lt;br /&gt;And now it's plain for me to see you're with somebody that you don't want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;So won't you,&lt;br /&gt;Please, please me like you want to.&lt;br /&gt;Not like, like you have to.&lt;br /&gt;Or won't you just go on and leave me.&lt;br /&gt;You know, leaving me is the least that you could do.&lt;br /&gt;You know, leaving me is the least that you could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;You could have spared me so much misery and told me you just wanted a friend.&lt;br /&gt;'cause believe me, there's a difference when you mean it and when you pretend.&lt;br /&gt;Or was I just your habit.&lt;br /&gt;'cause I know a habit is a hard thing to break.&lt;br /&gt;But won't you spare me a little mercy, there's only so much that I can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;So won't you,&lt;br /&gt;Please, please me like you want to.&lt;br /&gt;Not like, like you have to.&lt;br /&gt;Or won't you just go on and leave me.&lt;br /&gt;You know, leaving me is the least that you could do.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me is the least that you could do.&lt;br /&gt;'cause leaving me is the least that you could do.&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-81521516?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/81521516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/81521516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81521516' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-81492043</id><published>2002-09-12T00:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T16:51:17.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="4"&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/takequiz.php?quizname=020912002418-Lena"&gt;Take my Quiz!&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-81492043?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/81492043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/81492043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81492043' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-81439099</id><published>2002-09-11T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T00:07:16.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevinsblog.com/paul/"&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;/font colour&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font size&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt; &lt;font color=blue&gt; "Peace cannot be achieved&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt; through violence, it can only be attained&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt; through understanding."&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;a href="http://cbc.ca/september11/"&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;/font colour&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font size&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/3304910-81439099?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/81439099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/81439099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81439099' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-81341569</id><published>2002-09-09T00:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T21:24:26.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I went on a date tonight. The first one since probably this time last year. Actually if you check the archives it was about this time last year. Sure I've been out, but this was &lt;b&gt;a date&lt;/b&gt;. A boy took intrest, met me after work, &lt;i&gt;WAS EARLY&lt;/i&gt;! But wait it gets better. We go to &lt;a href="http://joekoolslondon.com/picture_gallery.htm"&gt;Joe Kool's &lt;/a&gt;for something to eat. We split pizza...for some reason I'm conviced this is the coolest thing in the world. We end up taking most of it with us since were both doing more talking then eating. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk back up to his friends place where he's staying (he's from out of town) and sit out on the porch for several hours talking about &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;. His friends come out and check me out and they seem nice. I felt really comfortable with the convo, we both admitted how nervous we'd been about calling the other person.He complimented me without making me uncomfortable. Made eye contact with my eyes instead of "the girls". Had a few drinks and kept right on chatting, one thing leading to another. Finally 11 o'clock rolls around and I decided I better call it a night. I call a cab. He asks if he can kiss me good night...I told him he didn't have to ask twice. The cab honks and off I go with his promise of a call this week and another visit in two.&lt;br&gt; I still have butterflies, I forgot how those felt.&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/3304910-81341569?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/81341569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/81341569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81341569' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-81287778</id><published>2002-09-07T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-08T23:57:17.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pukkadawn.com/rainbow/quiz" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pukkadawn.com/rainbow/quiz/naughty.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=verdana size=1 color=000000&gt;which mr. men/little miss are you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pukkadawn.com/rainbow/quiz" target="_top"&gt;take the quiz&lt;/a&gt; &amp; find out! :)&lt;br&gt;quiz made by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~jaded_dazey"&gt;jaded_dazey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-81287778?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/81287778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/81287778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81287778' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-81170970</id><published>2002-09-04T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-04T23:04:47.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it drives me crazy to think of you with another guy too. (but kinda in a good way)&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-81170970?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/81170970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/81170970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81170970' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-81158456</id><published>2002-09-04T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-04T17:57:56.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd buy you lemonade right now/if you were here/  But then I'd throw it in your face/And I'd listen to you cry&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-81158456?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/81158456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/81158456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81158456' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-80979634</id><published>2002-08-31T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-31T23:42:13.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Hamilton drunk off my fucking ass. End of story...&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-80979634?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/80979634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/80979634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80979634' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-80649041</id><published>2002-08-24T04:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-24T04:05:34.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Site redesign started 2:35 am. Going to bed 4:04am. Work at 6:00 am. Good news is &lt;a href="http://kurlyq.blogspot.com/"&gt;new site &lt;/a&gt;for you...&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-80649041?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/80649041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/80649041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80649041' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-80622560</id><published>2002-08-23T14:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-23T14:10:19.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aolsearch.aol.com/dirsearch.adp?knf=1&amp;query=you%20have%20no%20ass"&gt;you have no ass&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt;-Ouch..I mean I know..but ouch! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://attbi.com/cgi-bin/websearch?qry=girls+with+big+ass+and+nice+ass&amp;safe=active&amp;as_qdr=all&amp;base=30&amp;num=10"&gt;girls with big ass and nice ass&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; -Sorry but you've come to the wrong place&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://google.com/search?hl=en&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;q=what+does+yucking+it+up+mean"&gt;what does yucking it up mean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; -To joke or laugh exuberantly&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://google.com/search?hl=en&amp;ie=ISO-8859-1&amp;q=eyes+are+s+big+as+a+bubbly+toes"&gt;eyes are s big as a bubbly toes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://jackjohnsonmusic.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Jack Johnson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://google.ca/search?q=no+ass&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;hl=en&amp;btnG=Google+Search&amp;meta="&gt;no ass&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt;-OKAY! I get it already!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aolsearch.aol.com/dirsearch.adp?knf=1&amp;query=sex%20horocopes"&gt;sex horoscopes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;-I predict I will not be getting laid...EVER!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://google.yahoo.com/bin/query?p=QUEER+ASS+FOLKS&amp;b=141&amp;hc=0&amp;hs=0&amp;xargs=0"&gt;queer ass folks&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt;-I'm here, I'm queer! Get used to it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aolsearch.aol.ca/dirsearch.adp?query=ontario%20camping%20ass&amp;first=11&amp;last=20&amp;start=ontario%20camping%20ass&amp;layer=&amp;layer&amp;"&gt;ontario camping ass&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt;-A commmonly mountainous reagion&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://google.yahoo.com/bin/query?p=best+thing+dropline&amp;b=21&amp;hc=0&amp;hs=0&amp;xargs=0"&gt;best thing dropline&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt;-Damn straight!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://dropline.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-80622560?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/80622560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/80622560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80622560' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-80586838</id><published>2002-08-22T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-22T18:11:20.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&gt;&lt;a href="http://londonknights.com/schedule.asp"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday, August 30th Baby!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;-------&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/3304910-80586838?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/80586838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/80586838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80586838' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-80482881</id><published>2002-08-20T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-20T13:32:30.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my timetable for this year. Things have gone from bad to worse...&lt;br /&gt;Picture this senario if you will: You're in grade twelve, height of your highschool exsistance. Yeah it sucks that you have to go back and do grade eleven math again this year but &lt;i&gt;Hey&lt;/i&gt;, you'll suck it up and get it done, you just need to pass. But wait, when comparing your timetable with your YOUNGER grade ten sister, the horror. Little Miss Smarty Pants decided to skip grade ten math and hop right into grade eleven math &lt;b&gt;with me!&lt;/b&gt; As if I need the distraction of her there on top of my inability to comprehend z+x=yh2. I don't have another year to make this class up. I need to concentrate and get ready to work my butt off and now all I can think of is how stupid I'm going to feel with her there. The rest of my timetable is perfect, all the classes I wanted and all the teachers I wanted. Now I'm going to have to lose out on something or possibly my whole semester to change one course. Mom says "Oh won't it be fun, you two can study together!" I won't honour that with a reply...&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-80482881?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/80482881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/80482881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80482881' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-80456447</id><published>2002-08-19T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-19T22:33:35.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.blogtree.com/blogtree.php?blogid=5089" title="Blog Pedigree"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://www.blogtree.com/images/v1/bt_link_3.gif" border="0" width="74" height="14"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-80456447?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/80456447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/80456447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80456447' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-80337605</id><published>2002-08-16T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T15:14:37.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...much...effort..to...post.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay better excuse, I've been out of town working for almost two weeks. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;Heading out of town again tomorrow for &lt;a href="http://warpedtour.com"&gt;Warped Tour&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://tickets.artistdirect.com/tickets/advanced/0,,1662864,00.html"&gt;Barrie&lt;/a&gt;. Going to help at the Free Tibet booth with Nina, Camielle and Romy. Should be an awsome afternoon, a great chance to meet new people and see some amazing bands. I'm most looking forward to catching &lt;a href="http://newfoundglory.com/"&gt;New Found Glory, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://nouse4aname.com/"&gt;No Use For A Name, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://n-e-r-d.com/"&gt;N.E.R.D. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mxpx.com/"&gt;MXPX, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://goldfingermusic.com/"&gt;Goldfinger, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://homegrownonline.com/"&gt;Home Grown, &lt;/a&gt;and Nina's favourite &lt;a href="http://killrecover.com/"&gt;Simple Plan &lt;/a&gt;. Bring on the punk rock boys! &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/3304910-80337605?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/80337605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/80337605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80337605' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-79950338</id><published>2002-08-07T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-07T16:16:50.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great here I go again Im stuck in this rut and Im not sure how to begin-should I tell you everything? Im feeling out of luck so I won't see you soon cause I know it's to soon for you to see me-if this is the last thing you do just tell me that its ok for me to have these feelings for you and its normal to want to call you letting it ring for hours-why does my heart always beat before yours does? I'm making myself beleive in you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-79950338?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/79950338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/79950338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79950338' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-79672253</id><published>2002-08-01T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-01T00:04:40.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bagel bites really &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; cook up crispy in the microwave. thank you little crispy tray.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-79672253?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/79672253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/79672253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79672253' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-79667460</id><published>2002-07-31T21:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T22:07:17.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dropline.com"&gt;Dropline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://musiccity.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Really go &lt;a href="http://amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00006AAVW/qid=1026344255/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/103-6511260-7579006"&gt;buy this CD &lt;/a&gt;right now. Or atleast jack songs off &lt;a href="http://musiccity.com"&gt;Morpheus&lt;/a&gt;.... no go buy it you cheap bastad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-79667460?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/79667460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/79667460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79667460' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-79664917</id><published>2002-07-31T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T20:45:27.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to do that &lt;i&gt;"thing". &lt;/i&gt;The thing were you eat healthy..and &lt;i&gt;"exercise"&lt;/i&gt; ???&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...then I realized that's all so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-79664917?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/79664917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/79664917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79664917' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-79498745</id><published>2002-07-28T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T20:43:44.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting beside someone on the train gives you this huge window of oppertunity . You get the chance to sit and get to know someone you otherwise would have never spoken to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my paste experiences riding the train alone I aim to sit next to old ladies. Old ladies are far less likely to hit on you, usually have pictures and stories of all the grandkids to tell, always have some sort of wisdom to impart, and 9 times out of 10 are carrying &lt;a href="http://werthers.net/"&gt;werthers&lt;/a&gt; or some other sort of hard candy with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sat beside some very memorable people in my days, again the cute old folks being my favourite but not forgetting the homeless man with a ticket to someplace he'd never heard of, the girl with the crazy boyfriend and the freaky girl would wanted to borrow my walkman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None the less, for two hours I got to share part of someone elses life. Hear their stories and share some of mine. For a small moment in my life these people shared in the memories, and most obviously left lasting impressions. The person sitting next to you has a whole life full of stories, wisdoms , lessons, all comming from somewhere unfamiliar and unknown. If you're lucky you just might get to share in on some of that, even if its just from Oakville to London.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-79498745?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/79498745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/79498745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79498745' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-79426145</id><published>2002-07-26T01:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-26T01:41:54.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lauren :&lt;/b&gt; they don't deserve you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lena :&lt;/b&gt;  ha ha.. thats funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        i always wanted a guy to say that to me. draz said it about ryan once but it wasn't the same. i want it to be some great guy to     kiss me and say &lt;i&gt;"im so lucky.. i dont know what i did to deserve you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        i want to to be some ridiculous statement because of course he deserves me. he'd be so awsome that i'd feel like i dont deserve him. we'd be all in love and not deserving eachother &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lauren :&lt;/b&gt; I know the dream all to well my dear... &lt;br /&gt;                         and who says it's not to happen... the recent change in events lead to me to believe it won't but there could still be    hope. &lt;br /&gt;                         Maybe in my travels, I'll find someone who shares my spirit and we'll see the world together, and he'll have a perfect bestfriend, whom I'll send home to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lena:&lt;/b&gt; im going traveling tomorrow. not looking for anyone, hoping someone will find me. but they wont be looking either. they'll feel like i found them but really we just found eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lauren :&lt;/b&gt; so right that you'll have forgotten the ghosts of the past, for they were only meaningless practice leading up to this     point.&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/3304910-79426145?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/79426145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/79426145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79426145' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-79425836</id><published>2002-07-26T01:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-26T01:30:19.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just starting out but remember this &lt;a href="http://lullabiesintherealworld.blogspot.com"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. Tuck it away in your pocket cause you never know when you'll need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-79425836?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/79425836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/79425836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79425836' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-79329794</id><published>2002-07-23T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-23T23:26:15.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the evening at the barn with Abbey. Groomed and rode some of the horsies. Abb and I finally got a chance to talk, promised eachother we wouldn't be like some of the others in "the group" (or is it that their "not in the group",whatever), and say we'll call and say we'll hang out,but don't.So we're for sure getting together more, especially after I'm done working through the week. Gotta take Abbey to grand bend. She's mysteriously never been... plus I have my first and last weekend off all summer so I gotta make some good plans. Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with the cute ribbers for Alabama next week when they're here in London for the RibFest. Gotta show them some hometown hospitality, take them to the good bars, that sort of thing. The girls are all excited. On a slightly related note, my cutie friend &lt;a href="http://geocities.com/welcomehometravis/"&gt;Travis&lt;/a&gt; has inquired about working in "the lemon" to make some cash. (remind me and I'll post a pic of the lemon so &lt;b&gt;ya'll&lt;/b&gt; know what I'm talking about). Anyway, it will be much fun if he ends up comming to work for us. When we head up to &lt;a href="http://fergusscottishfestival.com/"&gt;Fergus&lt;/a&gt; for the camping weekend it won't be just the girls anymore, however Travis sortof &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; one of the girls. Anyway shold be grand, really looking forward to the cute boys in kilts, the beer tent and &lt;a href="http://sevennations.com/"&gt;seven nations&lt;/a&gt;. It's gonna be off the wall...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-79329794?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/79329794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/79329794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79329794' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-79176775</id><published>2002-07-20T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-20T00:05:58.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spending the weekend in Sarnia for the RIB-Fest. So far enjoyable enough.Some good bands on tonight. Nice crowds, nice people. Sitting between 2 rib joints, one full of snot nosed kids I can't stand and the other full of cutie boys from Alabama. I could listen to them talk all night . &lt;i&gt;"Ya'll have a safe trip home now , ya hear?"&lt;/i&gt;.Oh I hear ya all right...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-79176775?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/79176775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/79176775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79176775' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-79045856</id><published>2002-07-16T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-17T17:51:59.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night's recap: Played euchre. Checked email. Played black jack.&lt;br /&gt; Checked email. Anyone on ICQ? no... Played bingo.&lt;br /&gt;Either it's a really boring Tuesday night or I'm turning into my Nana.*shudder*&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-79045856?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/79045856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/79045856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79045856' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-78920824</id><published>2002-07-13T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-13T22:24:06.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;some sites/blogs/other stuff i've been reading lately...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://pink-socks.org/~super/"&gt;i don't believe in (wasted time)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://angelfire.com/ca4/HereKittyKitty/Home.html"&gt;hit me baby one more time... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;a href="http://loueyville.20m.com/"&gt;autumn girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://love-productions.com/hopelessromantics/about.php"&gt;kadyellebee&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://marshall.kevinsblog.com/"&gt; marshall&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.kevinsblog.com/paul/"&gt;canadian paul&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://kwinternet.com/chris/canadian/on.html"&gt;i am canadian online journals&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-78920824?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78920824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78920824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78920824' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-78920623</id><published>2002-07-13T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-13T22:24:19.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.lunarpages.com/antiperfect/label_quiz.html"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.lunarpages.com/antiperfect/punkish!.png" ALT="I'm so punkish!"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Take the &lt;A HREF="http://www.lunarpages.com/antiperfect/label_quiz.html"&gt;The "What Teen Label Do You Fit Into Most?" Quiz!&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;by &lt;A HREF="http://www.livejournal.com/users/antiperfect"&gt;&lt;IMG BORDER="0" SRC="http://img.livejournal.com/userinfo.gif"&gt;&lt;B&gt;antiperfect&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-78920623?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78920623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78920623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78920623' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-78882652</id><published>2002-07-12T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-12T20:32:46.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try being straight with everyone, start with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of all my "friends" being backstabers and liars.&lt;br /&gt;Grow up or fuck off, better yet,&lt;i&gt;do both&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-78882652?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78882652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78882652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78882652' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-78674415</id><published>2002-07-08T01:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-08T01:08:43.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked all weekend at Sunfest, (a celebration of muliticulturalism) down at Victoria Park. Lots of awsome food and great music, but man does it bring out some weirdos. Tons of fun stories to share when the time comes that I can coherently type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One quick note though, I found a cell phone downtown tonight. I'm so excited waiting for the person to call it. It's like wating for an egg to hatch or a firework to explode...well at least it is to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-78674415?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78674415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78674415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78674415' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-78491893</id><published>2002-07-02T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-07T19:32:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://standonguard.com/toocanadian.html"&gt;Reasons I KNOW I'm a crazy canuck...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. You die a little inside if you can't get your Tims double-double every morning.&lt;br /&gt;75. You've actually said, "Stay where yer at, 'till I gets where yer to."&lt;br /&gt;77. You pity people who haven't tasted a "beavertail".&lt;b&gt;(hmmm beavertail)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Complete the phrase: "The good old ____ game is the best ____ you can ____."&lt;b&gt;(hockey,game,name)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. You've got some rocks and you've got to leave an important message -- Lucky you know how to build an innukshuk!&lt;br /&gt;80. You have at least one ROOTS sweatshirt that always smells like cigarettes and beer.&lt;br /&gt;91. You don't consider a date truly romantic until you've slow danced to Blue Rodeo's "Lost Together".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lena's added ones:&lt;br /&gt;- You wear your &lt;b&gt;"IAM CANADIAN"&lt;/b&gt; boxers under you're jeans(marky mark style) in 35oC weather.&lt;br /&gt;- You think it's absolutly adorable when young children say &lt;b&gt;EH.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- You wave you're flag eratically out the window going 60km/h just so somewill honk at you.&lt;br /&gt;- You get teary when you hear "Oh Canada" on the bagpipes.&lt;br /&gt;- You work your flatass off for 5 days straight with little sleep and still forgo a nap to go and party downtown cause its Canada Day! &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fuckin' EH?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-78491893?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78491893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78491893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78491893' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-78483434</id><published>2002-07-02T19:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-02T19:32:20.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mfile.akamai.com/3196/rm/muze.download.akamai.com/2890/us/usrm/913/83913_1_09.ram?obj=v10212"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer Song List ~ Week One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mfile.akamai.com/3196/rm/muze.download.akamai.com/2890/us/usrm/912/328912_1_07.ram?obj=v10212"&gt;SONG 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mfile.akamai.com/3196/rm/muze.download.akamai.com/2890/us/usrm/912/328912_1_09.ram?obj=v10212"&gt;SONG 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mfile.akamai.com/3196/rm/muze.download.akamai.com/2890/us/us_rm/4100/417040_1_06.ram?obj=v20124"&gt;SONG 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mfile.akamai.com/3196/rm/muze.download.akamai.com/2890/us/usrm/913/83913_1_09.ram?obj=v10212"&gt;SONG 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mfile.akamai.com/3196/rm/muze.download.akamai.com/2890/us/usrm/043/299043_1_03.ram?obj=v10212"&gt;SONG 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mfile.akamai.com/3196/rm/muze.download.akamai.com/2890/us/usrm/043/299043_1_06.ram?obj=v10212"&gt;SONG 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mfile.akamai.com/3196/rm/muze.download.akamai.com/2890/us/usrm/449/107449_1_06.ram?obj=v10212"&gt;SONG 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to finish things off with a bang...&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/3304910-78483434?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78483434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78483434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78483434' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-78482760</id><published>2002-07-02T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-02T19:06:34.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating nachos and listening to old-school Backstreet Boys...I love tuesday nights. &lt;i&gt;Everybody,yeah,rock your body, everybody rock your body right, Backstreets back alright...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-78482760?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78482760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78482760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78482760' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-78403575</id><published>2002-06-30T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-08T01:09:08.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://standonguard.com/"&gt;Happy Canada EH?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://standonguard.com/toocanadian.html"&gt;Signs you might be TOO Canadian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You know all the words to "If I had a million dollars" by The Barenaked Ladies, including the inter-stanza banter between Steven and Ed.&lt;br /&gt;2. You dismiss all beers under 6% as "for children and the elderly."&lt;br /&gt;5. You cried when Gus "drowned" on Road To Avonlea. &lt;br /&gt;11. You watch MuchMusic constantly, in the hopes of occasional fleeting glimpses of The Tragically Hip. &lt;br /&gt;13. You have memorized the Heritage Foundation's Heritage Moments, including your favourites, "Burnt Toast!", "You know I canna read a word...", "One day we have tar paper roof!" and "Kanata". &lt;br /&gt;14. You can sing "O' Canada" in French and actually know what the words mean.&lt;br /&gt;19. You think Peter Mansbridge is sexy.&lt;br /&gt;20. You think Lloyd Robertson is sexy.&lt;br /&gt;21. You think Peter Kent is sexy. &lt;br /&gt;25. You think Great Big Sea isn't Maritime-centric enough. &lt;br /&gt;27. Your backpack has more than one Canadian flag iron-on (and you always have room for more). &lt;br /&gt;28. You know the names of all the guys in Sloan. &lt;br /&gt;29. You have been on Speaker's Corner. Bonus points if they edited out your carefully prepared rant against the Harris government. &lt;br /&gt;30. You use a red pen on your non-Canadian textbooks and fill in the missing 'u's from labor, honor, and color.&lt;br /&gt;31. You know the French equivalents of "free", "prize" and "no sugar added", thanks to your extensive education in bilingual cereal packaging. &lt;br /&gt;33. You know more than 3 guys named Gordon. &lt;br /&gt;34. You think Ashley MacIssac isn't celtic enough. &lt;br /&gt;35. You remember "Jodie" from Today's Special and wonder why you keep seeing her reading news on the CBC. &lt;br /&gt;36. You can do the hand actions to Sharon, Lois and Bram's "Skin-a-marinki-dinki-do".&lt;br /&gt;37. You know why "killerwhaletank" is funny. &lt;br /&gt;38. You can eat more than one maple sugar candy without feeling nauseous. &lt;b&gt;(my unbeaten record is 7)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. You had a crush on Joey Jeremiah from Degrassi Junior High.&lt;b&gt;(OMG yes)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. You know that a "Premier" isn't a baby born a few months early.&lt;br /&gt;41. You actually watch The Gemini Awards, The Genie Awards, and The Juno Awards. You wonder why Stompin' Tom doesn't get his own category in all three. You scream passionately at the television when your favourite Canadian performers are overlooked by their respective academies. &lt;br /&gt;42. You are excited whenever an American television show mentions Canada. You make a mental note to talk about it at work the next day. &lt;br /&gt;43. You think -10 C is mild weather. &lt;br /&gt;45. You have twins named Wayne and Gretzky (alternately Gordie and Howe).&lt;b&gt;(fish...Gretzky and Iginla)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. You know the ingredients for poutine. &lt;br /&gt;47. You automatically read 'Z' as 'Zed' and don't give a damn that it doesn't rhyme with "now I know my abcs". &lt;br /&gt;48. You know what happens in the Evergreen Forest when Bert Raccoon wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;50. You substitute beer for water when cooking.&lt;b&gt;(ALWAYS!)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;51. You carry empty beer cans from your camping trips home with you in your backpack so you can recycle them when you reach civilization. &lt;br /&gt;52. You know that the 'Extra Creamy' in Kraft Extra Creamy Dinner is 'add more milk.'&lt;br /&gt;53. You prefer Elvis Stojko when he has 'hockey hair' - a.k.a. 'the mullet' or 'the shorty-longback'. &lt;br /&gt;57. You recognize &lt;a href="http://standonguard.com/images/hb1.jpg"&gt;these guys&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;b&gt; (...putting on the foil)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. You are moved to tears by those Bell Canada phone commercials they show around Remembrance Day, where the grandson calls his grandad from Dieppe. You understand the manipulative nature of the advertisement, but continue to be moved, nontheless. &lt;br /&gt;59. You stay up until midnight (the end of some television station broadcasting hours) to hear the Canadian national anthem.&lt;br /&gt;60. You get up at 5:00 am (the begining of broadcasting hours) to hear the Canadian national anthem. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;a href="http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_flatass_archive.html#78491893"&gt;...more to come. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&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/3304910-78403575?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78403575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78403575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78403575' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-78371256</id><published>2002-06-30T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-02T19:06:57.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear rugby boy,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your help this weekend. Thanks for taking YOUR day off to help someone you've never met because they're important to me. Thanks for carrying all the heavy boxes and letting me take the little ones. Thanks for the ice cream. Thanks for having the "beck" CD in your truck. Thanks for singing old-school Areosmith songs at the top of your lungs.Thanks for not laughing (to hard) when you caught Mel and I singing Mariah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being honest with me, putting yourself on the line knowing how I feel..and for understanding. Thanks for listening to stories about people you've never met, and then reasurring me that its NOT ME but the world thats fucked over. Even though it's not true , it's still nice to hear once and a while. Thanks for spending the day with me and wanting to. Thanks for spending most of the night on the patio, holding my hand under the table. Thanks for telling me I'm pretty, not hot. Thanks for the hugs and the sweet way you kissed me goodnight. Thanks for being there, thanks for being you...&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/3304910-78371256?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78371256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78371256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78371256' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-78242034</id><published>2002-06-26T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-26T18:15:30.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lena's Summer Reading List&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sula ~Toni Morrison &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cane River ~ Lalita Tademy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen Lives: Twenty Years In a Desert Jail ~ Malika Oufkir and Michele Fitoussi&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icy sparks ~ Gwyn Hyman Rubio&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Were the Mulvaneys ~ Joyce carol Oates&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House of Sand and Frog ~ Andre Dubus III&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open House ~ Elizabeth Berg&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back Roads ~ Tawni O'Dell&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midwives ~ Chris A Bonjalian&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Comes Undone and I Know This Much is True ~ Wally Lamb&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Virtuous Women ~ Kaye Gibbons&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthing else by: Toni Morrison, Kaye Gibbons and Anita Shreve. Anyone have any other suggestions or comments on any of the books,let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-78242034?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78242034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78242034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78242034' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-78155921</id><published>2002-06-24T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T22:20:57.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newest ANTI-BLOG. This is &lt;a href="http://goddamnshesugly.blogspot.com"&gt;Carolyn&lt;/a&gt;, and she's goddamn ugly.She just ate glass so leave her a comment and tell her to fuck off and die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-78155921?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78155921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78155921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78155921' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-78154741</id><published>2002-06-24T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T22:20:46.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-78154741?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78154741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78154741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78154741' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-78094943</id><published>2002-06-23T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-23T10:04:54.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;Nash No. 1&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bluejackets.com/team/players/bio.php?id=110"&gt;Rick Nash&lt;/a&gt; became only the third London Knight selected first overall in an NHL entry draft after some last-minute wheeling and dealing yesterday by the Columbus Blue Jackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fyilondon.com/londonfreepress/"&gt;More...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-78094943?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78094943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78094943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78094943' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-78044484</id><published>2002-06-21T18:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-21T19:00:27.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly one of the funniest &lt;a href="http://dribbleglass.com/articles/wonka-scandal.htm"&gt;links&lt;/a&gt; I've come arcoss in a long time. It gets Abbey's &lt;i&gt;Oompa Loompa &lt;/i&gt;Seal of approval.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-78044484?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78044484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/78044484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78044484' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77920541</id><published>2002-06-19T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-19T00:34:38.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are guys such assholes, jerks, oblivious even to things and people around them. Why the acts, false fronts and showing off?&lt;br /&gt;Well here's your answer from a young lad we'll call Ivan Majstor. Now Ivan and I have many a talk about the boys and the girls ( not to be confused with the birds and the bees although that comes up quite often too). Ivan shares many opinions on both sides of the coin and tonight, after my dissappointment this weekend, I posed the question: why don't boys know they suck?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ivan:&lt;/i&gt;Because we have a complex. Until we see that it benefits us, we will be the biggest assholes until we get our way. And about 99% of the time we don't, so 99% of the time we suck. The other 1%, the absolute purity, is something worth seeing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't agree? Got something different to say? Well then lets here it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77920541?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77920541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77920541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77920541' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77829470</id><published>2002-06-16T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-16T23:08:47.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://hooptymike.com/flatasssmall.jpg "&gt;button&lt;/a&gt;! For me? No, no you shouldn't have! Well ok...big hugs for &lt;a href="http://hooptymike.com/loops/"&gt;Hoopty&lt;/a&gt;! *smooch*&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77829470?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77829470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77829470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77829470' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77797164</id><published>2002-06-15T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-15T23:52:14.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could I have another beer please dave... todd you're a fucking cheap slut at euchre...&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77797164?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77797164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77797164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77797164' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77779006</id><published>2002-06-15T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-15T12:26:24.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining... screw you horocope, and fuckyourself mother nature.That is all...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: It's sunny again, everyone is playing on my emotions today...it's all one big joke.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77779006?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77779006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77779006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77779006' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77778514</id><published>2002-06-15T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-15T11:26:52.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://idiotsguides.com/Quick-Guides/MG_Success_First_Date/file.htm#ch0lev1sec1"&gt;Boy do I need it&lt;/a&gt;...I'm freaking out over here!&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77778514?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77778514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77778514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77778514' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77777717</id><published>2002-06-15T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-15T10:51:49.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; You'll be ready to get out and enjoy yourself. A romantic encounter can be yours if you are willing to make the &lt;b&gt;first move&lt;/b&gt;. You will find a need to travel and should be looking into different destinations.&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok my horocopes are actually starteing to freak me out. Not to mention they're making me nervous as hell...&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77777717?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77777717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77777717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77777717' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77763513</id><published>2002-06-14T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-14T22:41:59.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i haf-f-f-ta clean my room?&lt;i&gt;(insert whinny voice here)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77763513?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77763513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77763513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77763513' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77763349</id><published>2002-06-14T22:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-14T22:35:53.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu/quizzes/quizzes.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu/images/princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu/quizzes/quizzes.html"&gt;What's Your Sexual MO?&lt;/a&gt; Find out @ &lt;a href="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu"&gt;She's Crafty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77763349?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77763349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77763349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77763349' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77763327</id><published>2002-06-14T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-14T22:35:15.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu/quizzes/quizzes.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu/images/top40.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu/quizzes/quizzes.html"&gt;Are you a ho?&lt;/a&gt; Find out @ &lt;a href="http://shescrafty.bitchy.nu"&gt;She's Crafty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77763327?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77763327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77763327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77763327' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77759118</id><published>2002-06-14T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-14T22:07:21.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the day:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heaven" DJ Sammy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book of the Week: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Biology and Intro the Anthropology/Sociology/and Psychology  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Movie of the Moment:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Atomic Twister" aka made for TV movie. Only watched it cause&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://geocities.com/markpaulgosselaartherealdeal/d5.html"&gt; Mark Paul Gosselaar&lt;/a&gt; was in it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Feeling?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy it's thunderstorming (&lt;i&gt;see likes&lt;/i&gt;). So excited for this weekend.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Wearing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeans, sens t-shirt&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Planning?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...on going to the Rodeo with lindz, Bart and Paul tomorrow, and to the beach with the Girlz on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Horoscope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be confused and emotional regarding partnerships today. Romantic encounters will develop through colleagues or friends, however, you must be careful not to take things too quickly. 3 stars    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Numbers:&lt;br /&gt;6, 19, 21, 29, 37, 46 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Chinese Proverb:&lt;br /&gt;"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall. " &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/3304910-77759118?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77759118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77759118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77759118' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77756732</id><published>2002-06-14T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-14T18:37:02.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#000000" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="0" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="0" BGCOLOR="#CCCCCC" WIDTH="7"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER" WIDTH="7"&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#000000" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0" BGCOLOR="#330066" WIDTH="7" HEIGHT="4"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD NOWRAP&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER" WIDTH="7"&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#000000" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0" BGCOLOR="#663399" WIDTH="7" HEIGHT="4"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD NOWRAP&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER" WIDTH="7"&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#000000" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0" BGCOLOR="#9966CC" WIDTH="7" HEIGHT="4"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD NOWRAP&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER" WIDTH="7"&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#000000" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0" BGCOLOR="#CC99FF" WIDTH="7" HEIGHT="4"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD NOWRAP&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="arial,helvetica" SIZE="2" COLOR="#9966CC"&gt;&lt;B&gt;FLATASS&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="arial,helvetica" SIZE="1" COLOR="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flatest ass this side of the border!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana,arial,helvetica" SIZE="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://flatass.blogspot.com" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none; color:#9966CC;"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Click&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make a button by whoring someone elses HTML ... and failed miserably. If anyone wants to make a button for my site I'll name my first born after you. *smoochies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77756732?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77756732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77756732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77756732' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77756604</id><published>2002-06-14T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-14T18:18:00.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#000000" CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE CELLPADDING="8" CELLSPACING="0" BGCOLOR="#CCCCCC" WIDTH="300"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER" WIDTH="30"&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#000000" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0" BGCOLOR="#336666" WIDTH="15" HEIGHT="15"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD NOWRAP&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER" WIDTH="30"&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#000000" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0" BGCOLOR="#339999" WIDTH="15" HEIGHT="15"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD NOWRAP&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER" WIDTH="30"&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#000000" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0" BGCOLOR="#00CCCC" WIDTH="15" HEIGHT="15"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD NOWRAP&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER" WIDTH="30"&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#000000" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0" BGCOLOR="#00FFFF" WIDTH="15" HEIGHT="15"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD NOWRAP&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="arial,helvetica" SIZE="4" COLOR="#339999"&gt;&lt;B&gt;AQUA&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="arial,helvetica" SIZE="2" COLOR="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy life, humor, and being exhuberant. Wherever you go you usually find yourself stealing the spotlight without even trying. You love to let go and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana,arial,helvetica" SIZE="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.stvlive.com/oddities/quizme/color/" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none; color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Find out your color at Stvlive.com!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77756604?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77756604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77756604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77756604' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77724414</id><published>2002-06-13T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T23:22:15.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous as always darling, I'm just fab thanks for asking. Spent the afternoon in Sarnia with the girls, did a little "pre-exam de-stressing". We went tubing under the Bluewater Bridge (see Canada/US boarder), did a little boating around in the water. Just lovely. Topped in off with the best french fries you can buy, under the bridge.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got a job for the month of July on top of the one I already have for the summer. Hurray for me kicking ass and making lots of money. I'll have enough for drivers ed, a lease on my &lt;a href="http://vw.com/CeLFAC/CeShoppersPage2"&gt;Jetta&lt;/a&gt; and enough cash to party in style. Rock the party Lena, rock it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...did I mention three more days of class? I didn't? THREE MORE DAYS OF CLASS!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada Day is July 1st,so close.Officially my fave holiday! Come check me out, I'll be the girl in the "I AM CANADIAN" boxer shorts...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77724414?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77724414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77724414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77724414' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77721364</id><published>2002-06-13T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T22:06:56.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jackjohnsonmusic.com/music.asp"&gt;Bubbletoes&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;a href="http://jackjohnsonmusic.com"&gt;Jack Johnson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brushfirefairytales (2001) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as simple as something that nobody knows that her eyes are as big &lt;br /&gt;as her bubbly toes &lt;br /&gt;on the feet of a queen of the hearts of the cards and her feet are all &lt;br /&gt;covered with tar balls and scars &lt;br /&gt;It's as common as something that nobody knows that her beauty will &lt;br /&gt;follow wherever she goes &lt;br /&gt;up the hill in the back of her house in the would she love me forever, &lt;br /&gt;I know she could &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you and me mmm how we used to be just good friends &lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't give me none &lt;br /&gt;But all I wanted was some &lt;br /&gt;She's got a whole lot of reasons &lt;br /&gt;She cant think of a single one &lt;br /&gt;That can justify leaving &lt;br /&gt;and he got none but he thinks he got so many problems &lt;br /&gt;Man he got, too much time to waste &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dreams are like commercials &lt;br /&gt;But her dreams are picture perfect and &lt;br /&gt;Our dreams are so related though they're often underestimated &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as simple as something that nobody knows that &lt;br /&gt;Her eyes are as big as her bubbly toes &lt;br /&gt;On the feet of the queen of the hearts of the cards &lt;br /&gt;And her feet are infested with tar balls and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La da da da da da &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was eating lunch at the D. L. G. &lt;br /&gt;When this little girl came and she sat next to me &lt;br /&gt;I never seen nobody move the way she did &lt;br /&gt;Well she did and she does and she'll do it again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you move like a jellyfish &lt;br /&gt;Rhythm don't mean nothing &lt;br /&gt;You go with the flow &lt;br /&gt;You don't stop &lt;br /&gt;Move like a jellyfish &lt;br /&gt;Rhythm is nothing &lt;br /&gt;You go with the flow &lt;br /&gt;You don't stop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as common as something that nobody knows it &lt;br /&gt;Her beauty will follow wherever she goes &lt;br /&gt;Up the hill in the back of her house in the wood &lt;br /&gt;She'll love me forever, I know she &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La da da da da da &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would only listen &lt;br /&gt;You might just realize what you're missing &lt;br /&gt;You're missing me &lt;br /&gt;If you would only listen &lt;br /&gt;You might just realize what you're missing &lt;br /&gt;You're missing me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as simple as something that nobody knows that &lt;br /&gt;Her eyes are as big as her bubbly toes &lt;br /&gt;On the feet of the queen of the hearts of the cards &lt;br /&gt;And her feet are infested with tar balls and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La da da da da da &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77721364?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77721364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77721364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77721364' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77720728</id><published>2002-06-13T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T22:06:41.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orange-fusion.net/damn/wb" target=_top&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.orange-fusion.net/damn/wb/dawsonscreek.jpg" width=180 height=180 border=0 alt="I'm Dawson's Creek!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;What WB drama are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77720728?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77720728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77720728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77720728' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77720615</id><published>2002-06-13T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T22:07:12.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daydreamings.com/disney" target="_blank" style="border: none"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.daydreamings.com/disney/small_jasmine.gif" width=300 height=80 alt="Disney Princesses" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which of the &lt;a href="http://www.daydreamings.com/disney" target="_blank"&gt;Disney Princesses&lt;/a&gt; are you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77720615?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77720615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77720615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77720615' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77681891</id><published>2002-06-12T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T22:07:25.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days grow longer&lt;br /&gt;The storms grow stronger.&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/3304910-77681891?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77681891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77681891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77681891' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77672244</id><published>2002-06-12T18:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T22:07:32.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most powerful statement of the night:&lt;b&gt;"its no always about you, sometimes it just somebody else, something that you didnt realize was there untill it explodes in your face."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77672244?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77672244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77672244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77672244' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77498468</id><published>2002-06-08T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T22:08:59.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=0&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.thisisacryforhelp.com/shitquiz.htm"&gt;&lt;IMG BORDER=0 ALIGN="LEFT" WIDTH=200 HEIGHT=140 SRC="http://www.thisisacryforhelp.com/quiz/shitquiz/skidmark.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;I am &lt;B&gt;A Skid Mark &lt;/B&gt;.&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the wonders of the Skid Mark, if they aren't yucking it up with their buddies they are pulling pranks and making their presents known at all costs. Skid Marks are very charming but usually at the cost of others for their own manipulative and twisted enjoyment. Fame and fortune are what they seek, and Skid Marks will walk over anyone to get it. Skid Mark's are evil and should never be trusted...&lt;br&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.thisisacryforhelp.com/shitquiz.htm"&gt;What Kinda Shit Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77498468?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77498468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77498468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77498468' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77438707</id><published>2002-06-06T19:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T22:12:18.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a mouse living in my locker... it ate my cup-a-soup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77438707?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77438707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77438707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77438707' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77434823</id><published>2002-06-06T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T19:13:17.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A - Age: 17 1/2&lt;br /&gt;B - Best Quality: quick wit and abrasive sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;C - Choice Of Car: BMW&lt;br /&gt;D - Dream Date: Nick Carter&lt;br /&gt;E - Ex (most recent): Ryan&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite Food: peanutbutter/choco. oreos&lt;br /&gt;G - Greatest Accomplishment: anti-racism crusade&lt;br /&gt;H - Happiest Day of Your Life: May 24, 1997 or August 17, 2001&lt;br /&gt;I - Internal conflicts: numerous&lt;br /&gt;K - Kool-Aid: aka party juice, reverse the recipe...just trust&lt;br /&gt;L - Last person you kissed: he will only be refered to as rugby boy&lt;br /&gt;M - Most Valued Thing I Own: my scrapbook&lt;br /&gt;N - Name: Lena&lt;br /&gt;O - Outfit You Love: white T, faded lowrise jeans, sandles&lt;br /&gt;P - Pizza Toppings: spinach&lt;br /&gt;Q - Question you want to ask: will you marry me?&lt;br /&gt;S - Sport To Watch: Hockey(Sens).Soccer(England.Ireland.Italy).Car Racing(Tracy).Rugby(Oaks).&lt;br /&gt;T - Television Show: seinfeld.dawsons creek. queer as folk(brit version). will and grace. sex and the city. SNL. Conan O'Brian.&lt;br /&gt;U - Unique habit: that thing...you know....&lt;br /&gt;W - Winter: snow, santa, and skating&lt;br /&gt;Y - Year Born: 1985&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac Sign: auqurius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ripped of from: &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/users/_morning_star_"&gt;Camielle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;modified by:&lt;a href="http://flatass.blogspot.com"&gt;ME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77434823?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77434823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77434823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77434823' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77434464</id><published>2002-06-06T17:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T17:28:23.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brakpage.milkbag.net/quiz/peanuts.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://brakpage.milkbag.net/quiz/snoopy.gif" alt="I am Snoopy" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which Peanuts Character Are You Quiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77434464?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77434464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77434464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77434464' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77432218</id><published>2002-06-06T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T17:00:26.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>****************************************** &lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: &lt;br /&gt;"Paradise City" Guns and Roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book of the Week: &lt;br /&gt;"Romeo and Juliet" Shakespeare  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie of the Moment: &lt;br /&gt;"Waynes World 2" Starring: Mike Myers&amp; Dana Carvey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling? &lt;br /&gt;pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing? &lt;br /&gt;sparks t-shirt and jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning? &lt;br /&gt;was planning on going to Battle of the Bands tonight at Oakridge but a certain somebody guilted me into staying home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope &lt;br /&gt;The more involved you get in something that you believe in, the better. Your opinions will change with the information you acquire. Attend cultural events in order to learn about different backgrounds. 4 stars    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Numbers:&lt;br /&gt;2, 15, 29, 31, 36, 44 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Chinese Proverb:&lt;br /&gt;"You can't catch a cub without going into the tiger's den. " &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77432218?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77432218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77432218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77432218' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77387283</id><published>2002-06-05T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-05T15:58:06.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://partly-cloudy.org/honey/prep/americaneagle.gif" border="0" title="take the prep label quiz" alt="american eagle"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://partly-cloudy.org/honey/prep" target="_blank"&gt;What prep label are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77387283?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77387283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77387283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77387283' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77210143</id><published>2002-06-01T00:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-01T00:56:35.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures are up but I'm not sure the &lt;a href="http://photos.msn.com/viewing/album.aspx?m7A!X9U3q6YzeOp!RYJqTWIh53cW9knXTBp9k6QNwj6!L1IEElItombeaR*ReXkd5*Lnzkul51ZYCIGit6Pt3RLFsAERF3uEmbmTuNCCcYg$"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; works, if your that desprate to see ME , send me and email &lt;b&gt;(cheeky_monkey7@hotmail.com)&lt;/b&gt; and i'll send you the little "view my photos" invatation thingy. That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77210143?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77210143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77210143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77210143' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77205930</id><published>2002-05-31T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-31T22:35:46.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm scanning pictures, oh yes I am. I have to warn you though, the scanner and I have had some diffrences of opinon before, but I think we've gotten the "glitches" worked out. Take note of the time though, this could be a long process....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77205930?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77205930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77205930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77205930' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77125297</id><published>2002-05-29T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-31T18:09:28.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess who got to drive today? C'mon guess!!! Thats right! It's me baby! Pro-skilled driving in the Grand Marquis---what what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77125297?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77125297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77125297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77125297' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77088046</id><published>2002-05-28T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-28T22:34:16.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;black&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;white&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;red&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;yellow&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;brown&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HUMAN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So waddaya think of my "slogan". Actually it's not mine, I'm fairly certain I've seen this somewhere on a t-shirt or something, but it's one of those things that becomes everyones so I'm using it. My project is to design a proposal for school reform,in my case for dealing with racism on the playground. I figure if I'm typing it all out why not share it so look for &lt;a href="http://eracism.blogspot.com"&gt;Eracism&lt;/a&gt; to be popping up soon.I'm off to finish scads of other work needing to be done.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;remember&lt;/i&gt;---&gt; Theres only one race-The HUMAN race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77088046?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77088046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77088046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77088046' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77044770</id><published>2002-05-27T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-27T21:48:37.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I updated the "about me" section...now it matches and is all pretty and shit. Still a few things to 'tinker' with, but it's late and I'm leaving before I start something I can't finish....story of my life.&lt;br&gt; Archives should also be working now but arn't all snazzy yet. Lemme know of any links that aren't working and so forth. *ciao italia*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77044770?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77044770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77044770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77044770' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77036983</id><published>2002-05-27T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-27T17:44:43.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>where the hell did this line come from? Why do you do this to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: it's gone...bow before my HTML wizardry. muhwahahahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77036983?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77036983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77036983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77036983' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77036949</id><published>2002-05-27T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-27T17:31:22.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UPDATE: re-posted blog links and band links, if you're not on there and you should be harrass be by email. NOW: Anyone now how to get my missing archives back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77036949?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77036949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77036949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77036949' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77006659</id><published>2002-05-26T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-26T21:47:33.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK....note to self "don't play with the blog templete when you're already tired and frustrated"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all the links work yet, I don't like the font and where the comments are. Also my blog links are gone for the night and since I'm such a high contributor of traffic for other sites I apologize for that. (I told you I was grumpy and when I'm grumpy I'm sarcastic.)&lt;br /&gt;So is it worth it for me the keep playing with this layout. We all know I'll be sick of it in a week and change it again. Oh well, a little encouragment about now would be nice, somebody tell me I have a nice ass or something...&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/3304910-77006659?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77006659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77006659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77006659' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77002513</id><published>2002-05-26T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-26T19:26:26.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the day:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Inaudible Melodies" Jack Johnson&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book of the Week: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Icy Sparks"  Gwyn Hyman Rubio &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Movie of the Moment:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mall Rats" Starring:&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Jeremy London &amp; Jason Lee. &lt;b&gt;Director:&lt;/b&gt; Scott Mosier &amp; Kevin Smith&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Feeling?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry for ketchup chips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Wearing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jean skirt and yellow tank top&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Planning?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....going to the Toronto Zoo on Thursday! I can't wait to see the moose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Horoscope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your great curiosity will lead you down avenues that you never knew existed. You should make an effort to help those who can't help themselves. You'll feel good about yourself and attract positive attention. 4 stars.&lt;br&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Numbers:&lt;br /&gt;2, 5, 19, 28, 31, 35 &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Chinese Proverb:&lt;br /&gt;"The leaves of a tree are many, but the root is one." &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77002513?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77002513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77002513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77002513' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-77002028</id><published>2002-05-26T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-26T19:10:40.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Imissed you blog! *BIG HUG*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird. I haven’t been able to get on her all week and have thought of a million things to write; now that it comes down to it I can't think of a thing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was our last school dance of the year. All the girls ended up going and although I wasn't planning on going, I'm glad I did in the end. It was a blast and one of the last times many of us will get together before schools out. Everyone sort of goes there own different ways in the summer so it was a nice end to the year. I took lots of great pictures and if I ever figure out how to get them online I'll post them. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 3 weeks of class to go and now the pressure is on. Lots of final tests, ISP's, and presentations happening this week. It's funny how some teachers put all the workload into the last three weeks, and how others plan field trips to lighten the load. This results in you feeling double the stress because your missing important days in some classes and making certain teachers pissed off that you're being picky about days your going to miss. I swear you can't win in high school. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm going to be a senior next year. Grade 12. For those of you who don't know about our screwed up education plan, next year there will be two graduating classes, the grade 12's (me) and the OAC (aka grade 13). This means double the competition for university acceptance. Fun. Speaking of university, my bestest little buddy Draz got accepted to the University of Western Ontario (right here in London) with a scholarship! Good to know he'll be sticking around. We don't see each other enough now, I don't know what I'd do if he moved away. Geez.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's Sunday, watched the car race today and am going to finish up the rest of my schoolwork. I honestly still can't believe it's almost summer. Everyone around here is getting their G2 license (meaning you can drive alone) so summer is defiantly looking good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meet me at the beach sweet pea...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-77002028?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77002028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/77002028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77002028' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-76810970</id><published>2002-05-21T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-21T16:19:05.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*tap tap* is this thing on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-76810970?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/76810970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/76810970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76810970' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-76740518</id><published>2002-05-19T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-19T21:48:57.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just thinking of this guy I have a class with. He walks in everyday and proceeds to talk about how &lt;i&gt;iced out&lt;/i&gt; he is. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YO *blank* (names have been kept private to protect the innocent) YO, check out my iced out mack dogg, YO I just put a phat new sound sytem in my ride (aka my moms car) and got the lights and shit up! Lets bounce, we'll hit up Wendys for lunch YO"&lt;br&gt;It's all true. Its all true and very scary at the same time. I talk about him with another friend who is in the same class as me and also has another class with him. We often wonder if he hears himself. I also wonder if he talks to his mom like that. If you thought that nobody really spoke like that you'd be terribly wrong. I'd tell you who he is so you could find out for yourself but if he found out he'd probably bust a cap in my ass. &lt;b&gt;word.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-76740518?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/76740518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/76740518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76740518' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-76737790</id><published>2002-05-19T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-19T20:21:37.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fura-fura.net/sweet/britney.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re Britney Spears!  Face it, ya got it made.  You’re sexy and popular, and have tons of people craving to be you.  Sure, you’ve got some enemies out there, but you’ve also got a lot of people wishing they were with you.  You’re the kind of person who knows you’re hot, and you’re not afraid to go all out to prove it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fura-fura.net/sweet/popquiz.html" target="new"&gt;What Kind of Pop Princess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;  Quiz by &lt;a href="http://www.fura-fura.net/sweet" target="new"&gt;Jonah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-76737790?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/76737790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/76737790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76737790' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-76737168</id><published>2002-05-19T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-19T19:59:26.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing like a little diet coke and collective soul on a victoria day long weekend. Gotta go get my sparklers ready!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tip of the day: never spackle with your hair down.*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MAY 2-4 TO ALL YOU CRAZY CANUCKS ! *smooch*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-76737168?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/76737168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/76737168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76737168' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304910.post-76581334</id><published>2002-05-15T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-15T13:03:04.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have the flu. I havn't been to school in 6 days. Ottawa lost to Toronto. &lt;i&gt;Somebody bring me some damn applesauce!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304910-76581334?l=flatass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/76581334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304910/posts/default/76581334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flatass.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76581334' title=''/><author><name>Lena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18015503747336091509</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></entry></feed>
