<?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-3298406</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:02:10.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kat's Lair</title><subtitle type='html'>You've stumbled into my abode. Feel welcome to look around at your leisure, but don't be surprised if it's a bit odd. After all, it's mine. ^_~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298406.post-105906461750180963</id><published>2003-07-24T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T12:36:57.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I'm scared.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKei, so apparently July 30th is National Foreplay Day, which then segues into National Orgasm Day on the 31st. &lt;br /&gt;Why does this matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my b-day's the 31st. *is creeped out*&lt;br /&gt;I'd just prefer not to think about it. Call me what you will; I don't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-105906461750180963?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/105906461750180963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/105906461750180963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105906461750180963' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-105837038564367700</id><published>2003-07-16T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T11:46:25.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why the hell aren't the archives working? They should work. I have no patience. Grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-105837038564367700?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/105837038564367700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/105837038564367700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105837038564367700' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-105709607610667794</id><published>2003-07-01T17:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T17:47:56.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story2&amp;u=/afp/20030701/od_afp/lifestyle_us_words_030701202920&amp;e=2"&gt;new words in the OED&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Phat"? "dead presidents"? &lt;br /&gt;These pass for words/phrases?? &lt;br /&gt;I'm scared for the English-speaking world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-105709607610667794?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/105709607610667794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/105709607610667794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105709607610667794' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-95230441</id><published>2003-06-03T06:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T06:07:05.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*smiles* New layout. Pretty now. Did most of it myself, too, even though I got the basis from someone else. I'm pretty happy. &lt;br /&gt;Now that I like the way it looks, perhaps I'll actually write here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-95230441?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/95230441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/95230441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95230441' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-94211133</id><published>2003-05-12T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T12:38:41.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;BORED NOW. And cranky. Really not a happy camper. &lt;br /&gt;Why? No real reason, when it comes down to it... just little stupid stuff like not feeling well in the first place and then having to wait for a reaaaally long time to do something productive when I'm really not in a patient mood to begin with. Nothing important, really. But I don't care. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-94211133?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/94211133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/94211133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94211133' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-94086448</id><published>2003-05-09T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T22:49:03.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story2&amp;u=/ap/20030509/ap_on_fe_st/baby_names&amp;e=2"&gt;Yahoo! News - Emily and Jacob Are Top Baby Names&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think it's interesting that the government actually keeps track of this.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it just want to make you name your kid something that's not on this list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-94086448?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/94086448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/94086448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94086448' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-94086227</id><published>2003-05-09T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T22:43:51.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;cid=583&amp;ncid=583&amp;e=3&amp;u=/nm/20030509/od_nm/life_adults_dc"&gt;Yahoo! News - Are We Grown Up Yet? Study Says Not 'Till 26&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The poll found the following ages at which people expect the transitions to grown-up status to be completed: Age 20.9 self-supporting; 21.1 no longer living with parents; 21.2 full-time job; 22.3 education complete; 24.5 being able to support a family financially; 25.7 married; and 26.2 having a child."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's waaay behind? That's right, me. I live at home, with no job, and I'm gonna be 24 in about 3 months. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not even gonna say anything I'm thinking right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-94086227?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/94086227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/94086227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94086227' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-93689657</id><published>2003-05-03T00:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T00:33:23.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I bother reading stuff about people I haven't talked to in ages and will probably never talk to again. &lt;br /&gt;But I wish them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I used to care for have been on my mind a lot lately, but more in the sense of people I just sort of drifted from, or they moved away, or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I'm a good person, and I don't deserve to suffer. I deserve good things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-93689657?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/93689657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/93689657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93689657' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-93634937</id><published>2003-05-02T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T00:04:53.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(If you notice, it's usually only things with URLs that get published here. It's because there's no point in putting anything real where no one reads it. I'm only real when I'm acknowledged.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-93634937?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/93634937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/93634937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93634937' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-93634884</id><published>2003-05-02T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T00:03:40.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story2&amp;u=/afp/20030501/wl_canada_afp/canada_gays_030501223438&amp;e=1"&gt;It's about freakin' time.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-93634884?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/93634884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/93634884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93634884' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-92964903</id><published>2003-04-21T00:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T00:31:15.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>add&lt;a href="http://www.acchase.com/store/product.cfm?productID=327&amp;sku=499998"&gt; these&lt;/a&gt; to my wish list.... I know someone on Buffy wore ones like this, and I can totally se them on Willow (which therefore makes this my dream jewellery).&lt;br /&gt;And they're on sale!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Look! I'm updating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-92964903?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/92964903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/92964903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92964903' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-92963471</id><published>2003-04-21T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T00:00:12.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://artomat.org/home.html"&gt;I want an Art*o*mat!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-92963471?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/92963471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/92963471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92963471' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-90935605</id><published>2003-03-18T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T13:03:34.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whee. Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be going to Korea to teach English. I'm scared out of my skull, but it's a good experience. We shall see. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-90935605?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/90935605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/90935605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90935605' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-90900649</id><published>2003-03-17T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T23:08:46.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*nodnod* After me fretting about it all day, it finally looks the way I was trying to make it look. Now to screw something up *wry laugh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-90900649?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/90900649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/90900649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90900649' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-90869881</id><published>2003-03-17T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T14:11:31.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For some reason, my comments won't come up. I put the necessary tags back in when I changed the template, so I don't know what's wrong. Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-90869881?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/90869881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/90869881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90869881' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-90868106</id><published>2003-03-17T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T13:37:31.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This will change too, I'm sure, but it's looking better. I was getting sick of looking at it the other way. All I have to do is figure out how to make my own template.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-90868106?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/90868106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/90868106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90868106' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-90867998</id><published>2003-03-17T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T13:35:46.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*smiles* Look. I'm fruity XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-90867998?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/90867998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/90867998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90867998' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-89940543</id><published>2003-03-01T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-01T00:12:18.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blargh. LJ isn't working. I hate when that happens. Anyway, I got a blurty for Willow, so I'm set for the RPG. Yay! &lt;br /&gt;And now, to bed. It feels really freakin' late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-89940543?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/89940543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/89940543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#89940543' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-89755925</id><published>2003-02-25T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T23:22:04.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>See Kimi. See Kimi update. Update, Kimi, update. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Riiiight. Lots of things going through my head lately, most of them regarding self-improvement. Go me. &lt;br /&gt;I'd explain, but it's all in my head,and I'm the only one who need to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-89755925?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/89755925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/89755925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89755925' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-88796549</id><published>2003-02-09T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-09T07:55:34.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bah. I don't know anything that's going on in ppl's lives anymore. I'm hating it. Stupid stupid sleepiness..... &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-88796549?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/88796549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/88796549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88796549' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-88638729</id><published>2003-02-06T03:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T03:35:31.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note the Imood, and see that it says "good". I am, and I'm trying to be. I want goodness. I'm tired of being tired and unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;I still hate a lot of things about reality (mainly that I have to live in it) and I don't think that will ever change, but I'm attempting to deal.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* My father thinks that I think the world owes me something, and I don't think I do. I just want.... nothing. At least for a while. I could deal with nothingness. Curl up somewhere soft and just stay there for a while. But apparently someone has to pay for said somewhere.... gah.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just don't understand. *shrugs* Humans.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-88638729?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/88638729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/88638729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88638729' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-88364764</id><published>2003-02-01T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-01T00:23:42.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy February. &lt;br /&gt;*shrugs* I dun think ppl ever read this, short of Emiko. Oh well. I don't seem to say much, either, so I guess it's okei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sleepy, and I'm not sure why I'm not sleeping yet. Bleh. Perhaps I shall do that soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to think that sleep really has no bearing no how tired I am, cuz I've been getting 8+ hours of sleep a night, yet I'm always feeling dead through the day. Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-88364764?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/88364764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/88364764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88364764' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-88364544</id><published>2003-02-01T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-01T00:18:16.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> I'm just not enjoying this whole "fitting in with the real world" stuff. The real world is whatever I make it, not just what you tell me it consists of. I almost cried tonight as a result of that belief, as apparently I just don't understand, and everything I think is torture is for my own good. Why can't I decide what's best for me, even if it doesn't seem like it may be to others?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-88364544?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/88364544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/88364544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88364544' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-87993386</id><published>2003-01-24T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T23:49:09.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;When you gonna make up your mind? &lt;br /&gt;When you gonna love you as much as I do?&lt;br /&gt;When you gonna make up your mind, &lt;br /&gt;cuz things are gonna change so fast.... &lt;br /&gt;--Tori Amos, "All the White Horses"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has been in my head almost incessantly lately, and I don't know why. I love Tori, but I haven't been listening to her... so I dunno. Subconscious, perhaps? &lt;br /&gt;I know I don't love myself as much as I should lately, but I'm just sort of.... invisible-feeling. That's not quite the right thought, but it'll work for the moment. I just don't feel like I'm doing anything with my life, and am therefore just sort of taking up space. I've been wanting to curl up and ignore the world, but no such luck... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'll think about it tomorrow. After all, tomorrow is another day... *smirk*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-87993386?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/87993386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/87993386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87993386' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-87631004</id><published>2003-01-18T02:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T02:57:07.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/Wellesley/5090/hlyx.html"&gt;Hole Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; "Miss World"&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl you know can't look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl you know so sick I cannot try&lt;br /&gt;I am the one you want can't look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl you know I lie and lie and lie&lt;br /&gt;I'm Miss World, somebody kill me; Kill me pills&lt;br /&gt;No one cares my friends, My friend&lt;br /&gt;I'm Miss World, watch me break and watch me burn&lt;br /&gt;No one is listening my friends&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll make my bed I'll lie in it&lt;br /&gt;I'll make my bed I'll die in it&lt;br /&gt;I'll make my bed I'll lie in it&lt;br /&gt;I'll make my bed I'll die in it&lt;br /&gt;Cute girls watch when I eat ether&lt;br /&gt;Suck me under, maybe forever my friends&lt;br /&gt;I'll make my bed I'll lie in it&lt;br /&gt;I'll make my bed I'll die in it&lt;br /&gt;I'll make my bed I'll die in it&lt;br /&gt;I'll make my bed I'll cry in it&lt;br /&gt;I'll make my bed I'll die in it&lt;br /&gt;I'll make my bed I'll cry in it&lt;br /&gt;I'll make my bed I'll die in it&lt;br /&gt;I'll make my bed I'll die in it  My friends&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl you know can't look you in the eye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-87631004?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/87631004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/87631004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87631004' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-87575134</id><published>2003-01-17T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-17T00:22:40.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.mugglenet.com/mistakes.shtml"&gt;MuggleNet | Mistakes&lt;/a&gt;, I now know that I share a birthday with Harry Potter! Whee!! (and he's only a year younger than I am! hee.... *smirk*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We know that Harry's birthday is on July 31 because that is the same day as the break in at Gringotts. From the second book we know Nearly Headless Nick's 500th Death Day Party was on 10/31/1992. Doing the math, we know that Harry's 11th Birthday was 07/31/1991. In The Sorcerer's Stone, Harry says his birthday is on a Tuesday, the day after Dudley's favorite TV show (The Great Humberto). The mistake is that July 31, 1991 fell on a Wednesday, not a Tuesday like the book said."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-87575134?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/87575134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/87575134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87575134' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-87520720</id><published>2003-01-16T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T00:32:27.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would say something, if I thought I had anything to say. &lt;br /&gt;Windsor was fun, and I didn't want to come home. Home is... nothingness, really. &lt;br /&gt;I have ideas for new stories and/or layouts.... so we shall see. &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I will elaborate when I feel like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-87520720?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/87520720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/87520720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87520720' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-86914104</id><published>2003-01-04T02:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T02:51:22.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lssu.edu/banished/compiled/1990.html"&gt;Banished Words Archives&lt;/a&gt; The More You Buy, The More You Save –“Well, honey, how much should I buy?” “Gee, I don’t know sugarplum. Just keep buying until you think you have saved enough.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-86914104?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/86914104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/86914104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86914104' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-86906998</id><published>2003-01-03T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T23:20:31.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh. I havenae posted in here for quite some time... and it'll be another while again, je pense. Early Sunday morning I'm headed to Windsor with Emi to visit for about a week, so not much shall be heard from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great Xmas and New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-86906998?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/86906998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/86906998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86906998' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-86730671</id><published>2002-12-31T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T01:01:19.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fvza.org"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fvza.org/images/idinvest.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-86730671?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/86730671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/86730671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86730671' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-86652148</id><published>2002-12-29T02:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-29T02:37:31.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Channel 4 Gay-O-Meter has calculated that Kat is 46 percent gay! Find out just how gay you are with the Channel 4 Gay-O-Meter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/life/microsites/G/gayometer/gayometer.html"&gt;Channel 4's Gay-O-Meter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughs* I had to post it....XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-86652148?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/86652148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/86652148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86652148' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-86651852</id><published>2002-12-29T02:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-29T02:26:18.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just came from &lt;a href="http://www.smalltime.com/anon.html"&gt;The Anonymous Message Server&lt;/a&gt; and am highly amused by it. Go, rant and rave... have fun.... cuz someone else will get to read it. This is what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ack...explain to my why its called "quickrestore"?? There is nobody that i would know that would call 4 hours quick...its right insane. I mean, yea in the long run i suppose its worth it, but really why must we use quickresotre in the first place, because the lovely people at microsoft wants to torture all of the people whom arent as smart as them...one day dumb people will rule the would, and make those lovely people...aka...bill gates, pay for all the lost time quickrestoring, where we could have been doing something usefull...like surfing the internet...Now tell me, is it right for socitey to rely on technology sooo much?? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, ne?&lt;br /&gt;Hee, I havenae posted much here lately. Then again, it seems that all I post in LJ are quizzes, mostly.... I've been going to bed, cuz I'm so tired all the time, and I don't know why. As it is, I'm in pain (my hip and neck are bothering me), so I should go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;*waves* Night, all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-86651852?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/86651852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/86651852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86651852' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-86307726</id><published>2002-12-20T01:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-20T01:37:07.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dumbbumpers.com/bumpers.php?category=1"&gt;Ossifer, I swear to drunk I'm not God!&lt;/a&gt; *giggles hysterically*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-86307726?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/86307726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/86307726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86307726' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-86148902</id><published>2002-12-16T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T23:23:16.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kitten has been very silly lately, due to her illness. She knows that lots of ppl love her, and the reason they do is because of who she is. &lt;br /&gt;*smiles* Not so dysfunctional after all, deshou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-86148902?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/86148902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/86148902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86148902' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-86016231</id><published>2002-12-14T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T23:26:18.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This kitten has lost her claws.... for now, anyway. She is soft and cuddly, begging for attention and love. She will take gladly what those around her will give, and still want more. She desires adoration, and for this she is willing to prostrate herself, give in to the needs of others. If she ahs to shed parts of herself, so be it. &lt;br /&gt;Kitten just wants to be loved. If she may not open her mouth except to mew prettily, so be it. If she may not stretch her claws, then they must go unused. As much as it hurts, she will become whatever she has to to get what she needs.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps she's not real at all. Perhaps she is merely a reflection of a kitten that once was, a portrait. We all know that portraits are more pefect than the real thing, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;This is what she's been reduced to; mirror portrait-cat, with nothing except her beauty to keep her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-86016231?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/86016231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/86016231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86016231' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-85979811</id><published>2002-12-14T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T00:28:57.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.becquet.com/laughter/24.htm"&gt;Overheard Humor&lt;/a&gt; THE WORLD WAS STUNNED BY THE NEWS TODAY &lt;br /&gt;OF THE DEATH OF THE ENERGIZER BUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;He was six years old.  Authorities believe that the death occurred at approximately 8:42 PM last evening.  Best known as the irritating pink bunny that kept going, and going, and going.  "Pinkie", as he was known to his friends and relatives, was alone at the time of his death.  An emergency autopsy was performed early this morning.  Chief Medical Examiner, Dura Cell, concluded that the cause of death was acute cardiac arrest induced by sexual over stimulation.  Apparently, someone had put Mr. Bunny's batteries in backwards, and he kept coming, and coming, and  coming. . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-85979811?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/85979811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/85979811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85979811' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-85928625</id><published>2002-12-12T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T23:20:27.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EVER WONDER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...why the sun lightens our hair, but darkens our skin?&lt;br /&gt;...why women can't put on mascara with their mouth closed?&lt;br /&gt;...why you don't ever see the headline "Psychic Wins Lottery"?&lt;br /&gt;...why "abbreviated" is such a long word?&lt;br /&gt;...why doctors call what they do "practice"?&lt;br /&gt;...why you have to click on "Start" to stop Windows 98?&lt;br /&gt;...why lemon juice is made with artificial flavor, while dishwashing liquid &lt;br /&gt;is made with real lemons?&lt;br /&gt;...why the man who invests all your money is called a broker?&lt;br /&gt;...why there isn't mouse-flavored cat food?&lt;br /&gt;...who tastes dog food when it has a "new &amp; improved" flavor?&lt;br /&gt;...why Noah didn't swat those two mosquitoes?&lt;br /&gt;...why they sterilize the needle for lethal injections?&lt;br /&gt;...why they don't make the whole plane out of the material used for the &lt;br /&gt;indestructible black box ?&lt;br /&gt;...why sheep don't shrink when it rains?&lt;br /&gt;...why they are called apartments when they are all stuck together?&lt;br /&gt;...if con is the opposite of pro, is Congress the opposite of progress?&lt;br /&gt;...why they call the airport "the terminal" if flying is so safe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...&lt;br /&gt;In case you need further proof that the human race is doomed because of stupidity, here are some actual label instructions on consumer goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Sears hairdryer: Do not use while sleeping. (darn, and that's the only time I have to work on my hair).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bag of Fritos: You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside. (the shoplifter special?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bar of Dial soap: "Directions: Use like regular soap." (and that would be how???....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On some Swanson frozen dinners: "Serving suggestion: Defrost." (but, it's "just" a suggestion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert (printed on bottom): "Do not turn upside down." (well...duh, a bit late, huh)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Marks &amp; Spencer Bread Pudding: "Product will be hot after heating." (...and you thought????...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On packaging for a Rowenta iron: "Do not iron clothes on body." (but &lt;br /&gt;wouldn't this save me more time?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Boot's Children Cough Medicine:"Do not drive a car or operate machinery after taking this medication." (We could do a lot to reduce the rate of construction accidents if we could just get those 5-year-olds with head-colds off those forklifts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Nytol Sleep Aid: "Warning: May cause drowsiness." (and...I'm taking this because???....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On most brands of Christmas lights: "For indoor or outdoor use only." (as opposed to...what?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Japanese food processor: "Not to be used for the other use."  (now, somebody out there, help me on this.  I'm a bit curious.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunsbury's peanuts: "Warning: contains nuts." (talk about a news flash!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an American Airlines packet of nuts: "Instructions: Open packet, eat nuts." (Step 3: maybe, uh...fly Delta?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame the company.  I blame the parents for this one:  On a child's superman costume: "Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Swedish chainsaw: "Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands or genitals." (...was there a lot of this happening somewhere?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-85928625?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/85928625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/85928625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85928625' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-85820955</id><published>2002-12-10T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T23:29:20.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is the appeal to writing down what I have to say anyway? It's not like I don't speak enough, or articulate what I want to express in other ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's more for me than it is for you.&lt;br /&gt;I need this.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, how would I know what I think?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if there is such a thing as me. A me that has original thoughts, thinks things through and formulates her own ideas. A me that is sure of herself and knows what she wants.&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't think there is such a me. &lt;br /&gt;The me that exists may have some originality (some say much), but it's not the main part, even.... I'm mostly bits I've picked up from other people of certain phrases, styles, music tastes, and even ideologies. Or, at least, so it seems to me. After all, how much originality can there be left in the world? Is there a thought left to have that has never been thought, a phrase that has never been spoken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this is common, that this is the way that most people really feel, or if it is something strange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I find myself wondering just how many of the things we think of as perhaps being 'crazy' when we think we're the only ones who experience them are actually common. The reason we don't find is because we're afraid; afraid to ask for fear that we &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; the only one, alone and now exposed as strange, other. But how can we know without asking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-85820955?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/85820955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/85820955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85820955' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-85476682</id><published>2002-12-04T06:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T06:29:53.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been saying anything lately, mainly because I don't ever feel like I know what to say. My moods change so erratically depending on what's going on at that exact moment, who I'm talking to, whatever. I don't think 'normal' ppl are as affected by their surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;For instance, I can go from utterly joyful to completely despondent in the time it takes to utter approximately two words. Most people don't have this happen, at least not anyone who doesn't suffer from a major chemical imbalance. &lt;br /&gt;The scary thing is that I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; have that chemical imbalance, but that it should be under control as a result of certain medications that I take each and every day, and will probably have to for the rest of my life. Without them, I am pretty much incapable of functioning whatsoever. I become frighteningly paranoid that everyone in the world hates me and I cry at the drop of a hat. I become afraid to leave the &lt;br /&gt;safety of my house, for fear of unknown, unspeakable horrors.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, because I take my meds, this doesn't happen. However, at the same time, I still don't operate at an optimal level. Perhaps it's not possible, being that I'm different than most people. &lt;br /&gt;Catgirl energy vamps can't be fixed, apparently. We survive in spite of &lt;i&gt;(because of?)&lt;/i&gt; our imbalances. We feel more strongly, care more deeply, and hurt more painfully. There is no cure, as it is an integral part of ourselves. And no one can convince me otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-85476682?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/85476682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/85476682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85476682' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-85325010</id><published>2002-12-01T03:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-01T03:42:13.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk &lt;/b&gt;- Rufus Wainwright&lt;br /&gt;Cigarettes and chocolate milk&lt;br /&gt;These are just a couple of my cravings&lt;br /&gt;Everything it seems I like's a little bit stronger&lt;br /&gt;A little bit thicker, a little bit harmful for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I should buy jellybeans&lt;br /&gt;Have to eat them all in just one sitting&lt;br /&gt;Everything it seems I like's a little bit sweeter,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit fatter, a little bit harmful for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's those other things&lt;br /&gt;Which for several reasons we won't mention&lt;br /&gt;Everything about 'em is a little bit stranger, a little bit harder&lt;br /&gt;A little bit deadly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't very smart&lt;br /&gt;Tends to make one part&lt;br /&gt;So brokenhearted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here remembering me&lt;br /&gt;Always been a shoe made for the city&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, accuse me of just singing about places&lt;br /&gt;With scrappy boys' faces have general run of the town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with prodigal sons&lt;br /&gt;Takes a lot of sentimental valiums&lt;br /&gt;Can't expect the world to be your Raggedy Andy&lt;br /&gt;While running on empty you little old doll with a frown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to keep in the game&lt;br /&gt;Retaining mystique while facing forward&lt;br /&gt;I suggest a reading of "A Lesson in Tightropes"&lt;br /&gt;Or "Surfing Your High Hopes" or "Adios Kansas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't very smart&lt;br /&gt;Tends to make one part&lt;br /&gt;So brokenhearted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still there's not a show on my back&lt;br /&gt;Holes or a friendly intervention&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little bit heiress, a little bit Irish&lt;br /&gt;A little bit Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see ya&lt;br /&gt;So please be kind if I'm a mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigarettes and chocolate milk&lt;br /&gt;Cigarettes and chocolate milk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-85325010?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/85325010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/85325010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85325010' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-85152862</id><published>2002-11-27T03:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T03:56:40.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.becquet.com/laughter/47.htm"&gt;List Humor&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;FUN THOUGHTS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Men are from earth. Women are from earth. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Age is a very high price to pay for maturity.&lt;br /&gt;3. I doubt, therefore I might be.&lt;br /&gt;4. To be intoxicated is to feel sophisticated but not be able to say it.&lt;br /&gt;5. Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups.&lt;br /&gt;6. The older you get, the better you realize you were.&lt;br /&gt;7. Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't sweat the petty things, and don't pet the sweaty things.&lt;br /&gt;9. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish, and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day.&lt;br /&gt;10. Women like silent men, they think they're listening.&lt;br /&gt;11. If you ate pasta and antipasto, would you still be hungry?&lt;br /&gt;12. If work is so terrific, how come they have to pay you to do it? &lt;br /&gt;13. If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?&lt;br /&gt;14. If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-85152862?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/85152862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/85152862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85152862' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-85152801</id><published>2002-11-27T03:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T03:53:45.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ah, Canada....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in Canada,&lt;br /&gt;1. Only in Canada......can a pizza get to your house faster than an&lt;br /&gt; ambulance.&lt;br /&gt; 2. Only in Canada......are there handicap parking places in front of a&lt;br /&gt; skating rink.&lt;br /&gt; 3. Only in Canada......do drugstores make the sick walk all the way to &lt;br /&gt;the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can&lt;br /&gt; buy cigarettes at the front.&lt;br /&gt; 4. Only in Canada.....do people order double cheese burgers,large &lt;br /&gt;fries, and a diet coke.&lt;br /&gt; 5. Only in Canada......do banks leave both doors open and then chain &lt;br /&gt;the pens to the counters.&lt;br /&gt; 6. Only in Canada......do we leave cars worth thousands of dollars in the driveway and put our useless junk in the garage.&lt;br /&gt; 7. Only in Canada......do we use answering machines to screen calls and then have call waiting so we don't miss a call from someone we didn't want to talk to in the first place.&lt;br /&gt; 8. Only in Canada......do we buy hot dogs in packages of twelve and &lt;br /&gt;buns in packages of eight.&lt;br /&gt; 9. Only in Canada.....do we use the word 'politics' to describe the&lt;br /&gt; process so well: 'Poli' in Latin meaning 'many' and 'tics' meaning&lt;br /&gt; bloodsucking creatures'.&lt;br /&gt; 10. Only in Canada......do they have drive-up ATM machines with Braille lettering. &lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; YOU KNOW YOU'RE FROM CANADA WHEN ...&lt;br /&gt; 1. You only know three spices: salt, pepper and ketchup.&lt;br /&gt; 2. You design your Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit.&lt;br /&gt; 3. Canadian Tire on any Saturday is busier than the toy stores at&lt;br /&gt; Christmas.&lt;br /&gt; 4. You've taken your kids trick-or-treating in a blizzard.&lt;br /&gt; 5. Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled in &lt;br /&gt;with snow.&lt;br /&gt; 6. You think sexy lingerie is tube-socks and a flannel nightie with only 8 buttons.&lt;br /&gt; 7. The local paper covers national and international headlines on 2 pages, but requires 6 pages for hockey.&lt;br /&gt; 8. You know which leaves make good toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt; 9. You find -40C a little chilly.&lt;br /&gt;10. The trunk of your car doubles as a deep freeze.&lt;br /&gt;11. You attend a formal event in your best clothes, your finest  jewellery and your Sorels.&lt;br /&gt;12. You understand the Labatt Blue commercials.&lt;br /&gt;13. You perk up when you hear the theme from "Hockey Night in Canada".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-85152801?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/85152801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/85152801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85152801' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-85152735</id><published>2002-11-27T03:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T03:51:08.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;XD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.becquet.com/laughter/47.htm"&gt;List Humor&lt;/a&gt; Top 45 Oxymorons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Act naturally&lt;br /&gt;44. Found missing&lt;br /&gt;43. Resident alien&lt;br /&gt;42. Advanced BASIC&lt;br /&gt;41. Genuine imitation&lt;br /&gt;40. Airline Food&lt;br /&gt;39. Good grief&lt;br /&gt;38. Same difference&lt;br /&gt;37. Almost exactly&lt;br /&gt;36. Government organization&lt;br /&gt;35. Sanitary landfill&lt;br /&gt;34. Alone together&lt;br /&gt;33. Legally drunk&lt;br /&gt;32. Silent scream&lt;br /&gt;31. Living dead&lt;br /&gt;30. Small crowd&lt;br /&gt;29. Business ethics&lt;br /&gt;28. Soft rock&lt;br /&gt;27. Butt Head&lt;br /&gt;26. Military Intelligence&lt;br /&gt;25. Software documentation&lt;br /&gt;24. New classic&lt;br /&gt;23. Sweet sorrow&lt;br /&gt;22. Childproof&lt;br /&gt;21. "Now, then ..."&lt;br /&gt;20. Synthetic natural gas&lt;br /&gt;19. Passive aggression&lt;br /&gt;18. Taped live&lt;br /&gt;17. Clearly misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;16. Peace force&lt;br /&gt;15. Extinct Life&lt;br /&gt;14. Temporary tax increase&lt;br /&gt;13. Computer jock&lt;br /&gt;12. Plastic glasses&lt;br /&gt;11. Terribly pleased&lt;br /&gt;10. Computer security&lt;br /&gt;9. Political science&lt;br /&gt;8. Tight slacks&lt;br /&gt;7. Definite maybe&lt;br /&gt;6. Pretty ugly&lt;br /&gt;5. Twelve-ounce pound cake&lt;br /&gt;4. Diet ice cream&lt;br /&gt;3. Working vacation&lt;br /&gt;2. Exact estimate&lt;br /&gt;1. Microsoft Works&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-85152735?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/85152735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/85152735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85152735' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-85151556</id><published>2002-11-27T02:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T02:59:44.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Think Dog! - Wish I Could Cry For You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like some people lose all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you're one of those unhappy people,&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I could cry for you;&lt;br /&gt;I really do wish I could cry for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like you've had your share of trouble, girl,&lt;br /&gt;And I feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;But I know that you've learned to take care of yourself now,&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I could cry for you;&lt;br /&gt;I really do wish I could cry for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your lonely head on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;Thank the good Lord that this thing is over.&lt;br /&gt;Let yourself go for once in your life;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself and believe in the power of love.&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I could cry for you;&lt;br /&gt;I really do wish I could cry for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I've had to be hard on you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry now.&lt;br /&gt;But you needed love, not the advice of a stranger,&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I could cry for you;&lt;br /&gt;I really do wish I could cry for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your lonely head on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;Thank the good Lord that this thing is over.&lt;br /&gt;Let yourself go for once in your life;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself, and believe in the power of love,&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I could cry for you --&lt;br /&gt;I really do wish I could cry for you;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could cry for you.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for all the sad, hurt, and lonely people...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-85151556?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/85151556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/85151556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85151556' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-85151392</id><published>2002-11-27T02:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T02:52:41.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DIET FOR STRESS and HOLIDAY OVEREATING &lt;br /&gt;This diet is designed to help you cope with the stress that builds up during the day. . .and will reduce overeating !!&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast:&lt;br /&gt;1/2 grapefruit&lt;br /&gt;1 slice whole wheat toast&lt;br /&gt;8 oz. skim milk&lt;br /&gt;Lunch:&lt;br /&gt;4 oz. lean broiled chicken breast&lt;br /&gt;l cup steamed spinach&lt;br /&gt;1 cup herb tea&lt;br /&gt;1 Oreo cookie&lt;br /&gt;Mid-Afternoon snack:&lt;br /&gt;The rest of Oreos in the package&lt;br /&gt;2 pints Rocky Road ice cream, nuts, cherries and whipped cream&lt;br /&gt;1 jar hot fudge sauce&lt;br /&gt;Dinner:&lt;br /&gt;2 loaves garlic bread&lt;br /&gt;4 cans or 1 large pitcher Coke&lt;br /&gt;1 large sausage, mushroom and cheese pizza&lt;br /&gt;3 Snickers bars&lt;br /&gt;Late Evening News:&lt;br /&gt;Entire frozen Sara Lee cheesecake (eaten directly from freezer)&lt;br /&gt;Rules for this Diet&lt;br /&gt;1. If you eat something and no one sees you eat it, it has no calories.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you drink a diet soda with a candy bar, the calories in the candy bar are canceled out by the diet soda.&lt;br /&gt;3. When you eat with someone else, calories don't count if you do not eat more than they do.&lt;br /&gt;4. Food used for medicinal purposes NEVER count, such as hot chocolate, brandy, toast and Sara Lee Cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;5. If you fatten up everyone else around you, then you look thinner.&lt;br /&gt;6. Movie related foods do not have additional calories because they are part of the entertainment package and not part of one's personal fuel. Examples: Milk Duds, buttered popcorn, Junior Mints, Red Hots and Tootsie Rolls.&lt;br /&gt;7. Cookie pieces contain no calories. The process of breaking causes calorie leakage.&lt;br /&gt;8. Things licked off knives and spoons have no calories if you are in the process of preparing something sweet and gooey.&lt;br /&gt;9. Foods that have the same color have the same number of calories. . . Examples are: spinach and pistachio ice cream; mushrooms and mashed potatoes; pink grapefruit and ham.&lt;br /&gt;10. Chocolate is a universal color and may be substituted for any other food color.&lt;br /&gt;11. Anything consumed while standing has no calories.  This is due to gravity and the density of the caloric mass.&lt;br /&gt;12. Anything consumed from someone else's plate has no calories since the calories rightfully belong to the other person and will cling to his/her plate. (We ALL know how calories like to cling!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER: STRESSED SPELLED BACKWARDS IS DESSERTS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-85151392?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/85151392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/85151392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85151392' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-85150923</id><published>2002-11-27T02:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T02:33:27.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.becquet.com/laughter/05.htm"&gt;Computer Humor&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A COLLEAGUE was having a hard time operating her desk-top computer. It was apparent that she had reached the end of her patience when she muttered at the screen, "I know one thing. If I had a glass face like you do, I'd sure behave better."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-85150923?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/85150923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/85150923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85150923' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-85150470</id><published>2002-11-27T02:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T02:15:40.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.becquet.com/laughter/05.htm"&gt;Computer Humor&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You have just received the "Saskatchewan Virus". &lt;br /&gt;As we here in Saskatchewan don't have any programming experience, this virus works on the honor system.&lt;br /&gt;Please delete all the files from your hard drive and manually forward this virus to everyone on your mailing list.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your cooperation.&lt;br /&gt;Jethro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughs* I can't help but think that's cute....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-85150470?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/85150470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/85150470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85150470' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-85092699</id><published>2002-11-25T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T23:54:12.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so depressed at the moment that there are no words for it. Don't ask. I'm serious. I don't want to talk about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-85092699?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/85092699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/85092699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85092699' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-84998176</id><published>2002-11-24T01:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T01:44:18.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*dances* Listen to me now and hear me later: I'm officially with Dave. Yay me! &lt;br /&gt;He's a sweetheart; after I asked him if we were 'together', he turned around my claddagh on my finger, so that it would signify that we're dating. *melts*&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know.... he's a boi. Not everyone's perfect... *giggles* Seriously, I just needed to be made aware that there were good guys in the world, and it seems to me that I've found one.&lt;br /&gt;(Excuse me, I'm gonna go over there and turn into mush now.... ^___________________________^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-84998176?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/84998176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/84998176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84998176' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-84753337</id><published>2002-11-19T03:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T03:38:23.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back to reading &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=941136&amp;chapter=1"&gt;fanfic&lt;/a&gt; again..... and we know what &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; means, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-84753337?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/84753337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/84753337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84753337' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-84751630</id><published>2002-11-19T02:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T02:30:32.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was going to say something meaningful and profound..... but what's the point?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-84751630?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/84751630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/84751630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84751630' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-84615043</id><published>2002-11-16T03:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-16T03:38:25.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, I say a whole lot of nothing here. But that's okei. I guess it's more about feelings than anything else. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I start to wonder if what I write has any point whatsoever, since it's more or less just my thoughts.... and how many people are going to be enthralled by reading what I feel as a result of the world around me? Or even stick around long enough to read it in the first place? &lt;br /&gt;Meh.... this is what I get for being awake and writing at 3:30am. Oh well. This song is the summary of how I'm feeling right now.... just sort of that the world is ugly, but some people can't see that, and they're the lucky ones, I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;(If you've never heard it, you should... it's a great song!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sick of Myself - Matthew Sweet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how you move me&lt;br /&gt;Deconstruct me&lt;br /&gt;And consume me&lt;br /&gt;I'm all used up&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of luck&lt;br /&gt;I am starstruck&lt;br /&gt;By something in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;That ius keeping my hope alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sick of myself when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Something is beautiful and true&lt;br /&gt;In a world that's ugly and a lie&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to even want to try&lt;br /&gt;and I'm beginning to think&lt;br /&gt;Baby you don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take or leave&lt;br /&gt;The room to breathe&lt;br /&gt;The choice to leave you&lt;br /&gt;I'll throw away&lt;br /&gt;A chance at greatness&lt;br /&gt;Just to make this&lt;br /&gt;Dream come into play&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'll find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm sick of myself when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Something is beautiful and true&lt;br /&gt;In a world that's ugly and a lie&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to even want to try&lt;br /&gt;And I'm beginning to think&lt;br /&gt;Baby you don't know&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to think&lt;br /&gt;Baby you don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;That is keeping my hope alive&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sick of myself when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Something is beautiful and true&lt;br /&gt;In a world that's ugly and a lie&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to even want to try&lt;br /&gt;And I'm beginning to think&lt;br /&gt;Baby you don't know&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to think&lt;br /&gt;Baby you don't know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-84615043?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/84615043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/84615043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84615043' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-84561711</id><published>2002-11-14T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T23:52:24.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/kimikoneko/"&gt;I hate life. Or maybe not. I'm undecided.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-84561711?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/84561711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/84561711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84561711' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-84402878</id><published>2002-11-12T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T00:34:10.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;18 Wheeler- P!nk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey man, what's your problem&lt;br /&gt;I see you try to hurt me bad&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what you're up against&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you should reconsider&lt;br /&gt;Come up with another plan&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you know I'm not that kind of girl&lt;br /&gt;That'll lay there let you come first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can push me out the window&lt;br /&gt;I'll just get back up&lt;br /&gt;You can run me over with your 18 wheeler truck&lt;br /&gt;And I won't give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;You can hang me like a slave&lt;br /&gt;I'll go underground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You can run me over with your 18 wheeler truck but&lt;br /&gt;You can't keep me down&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey girl, are you ready for today&lt;br /&gt;You got your shield and your sword&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it's time to play the games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are beautiful even though you're not for sure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you let him pull you by your skirt&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna get your feelings hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can push me out the window&lt;br /&gt;I'll just get back up&lt;br /&gt;You can run me over with your 18 wheeler truck&lt;br /&gt;And I won't give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;You can hang me like a slave&lt;br /&gt;I'll go underground&lt;br /&gt;You can run me over with your 18 wheeler truck but&lt;br /&gt;You can't keep me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-84402878?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/84402878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/84402878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84402878' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-84266767</id><published>2002-11-09T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T01:01:10.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been saying so very little lately.... it's not that I have nothing to say, but merely that I have little desire to express it in a way that would make sense to anyone save myself. Things have been good lately, short of my tendency to sleep catlike hours (up at night, napping near-constantly, etc.). Even though I enjoy my life for the most part, I still can't think that it's exactly..... healthy. But if I didn't need to sleep, wouldn't I just not sleep?&lt;br /&gt;I've been working whenever I can (read: whenever they call and offer me extra shifts, which I need cuz my scheduled hours are nothing), and I like work. The ppl I work with are great, and they're a lot of fun. Also, work is my main get-out-of-the-house activity. (Yes, I'm pathetic. Oh well.)&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeing Dave once or twice a week, which is nice; he's a sweet guy, one of the nicest ppl I've ever met. It's also great to know that someone cares for me. I'm enjoying the affection with no real commitment, cuz frankly I know I'm not ready for that (again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are ppl always more cautious after they're hurt? Cuz I've never been.... I get hurt and jump right back inthe game. Perhaps I'm finally learning my lesson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought I had more to say... but I don't. Good night to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-84266767?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/84266767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/84266767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84266767' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-84098421</id><published>2002-11-05T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T23:22:47.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;more quotes: My So-Called Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela Chase: Each card has its own name: The Magician; The Empress; The Fool; The Wheel of Fortune; Strength. They represent challanges and tests, twists of fate. No card is all good or all bad. Cards can be positive or negative depending on where they fall. When you read someone's future, they must think of a question. They must hold it in their mind. The cards read in sequence, each card leads to the next. We move from terror and loss to unexpected good fortune and out of darkness hope is born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: It just seems like, you agree to have a certain personality or something. For no reason. Just to make things easier for everyone. But when you think about it, I mean, how do you know it's even you? And, I mean, this whole thing with yearbook - it's like, everybody's in this big hurry to make this book, to supposedly remember what happened. Because if you made a book of what really happened, it'd be a really upsetting book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Love is when you look into someone's eyes, and suddenly, you go all the way inside, to their soul... and you both know, instantly. I always imagined I would fall in love, nursing a blind soldier. Who was wounded in battle. Or maybe while rescuing someone in the middle of a blizzard, seconds before the avalanche hits. I thought, at least, by the age of fifteen, I would have a love life. But, I don't even have a "like" life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Sometimes it seems like we're all living in some kind of prison. And the crime is how much we hate ourselves. It's good to get really dressed up once in a while. And admit the truth: that when you really look closely? People are so strange and so complicated that they're actually... beautiful. Possibly even me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: When I was little I, like, worshipped Halloween. And truthfully, part of me still does. 'Cause it's your one chance all year to be someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: The worst feeling is suddenly realizing that you don't measure up. And that, in the past, when you thought you did, you were a fool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: This life has been a test. If this had been an actual life, you would have received instructions on where to go and what to do. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-84098421?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/84098421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/84098421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84098421' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-84043151</id><published>2002-11-04T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T23:53:46.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Love is passion. Obsession. Someone you can't live without. Someone you fall head over heels for. Find someone you can love like crazy, and will love you the same way back. Listen to your heart. No sense in life without this. To make the journey without falling deeply in love, you haven't lived a life at all. You have to try, because if you haven't tried, then you haven't lived."&lt;br /&gt;--from "Meet Joe Black"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-84043151?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/84043151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/84043151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84043151' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-83756009</id><published>2002-10-30T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T00:35:16.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am awash in a sea of &lt;a href="http://sinfest.net/d/20020606.html"&gt;yucky evilness&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-83756009?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/83756009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/83756009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83756009' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-83753603</id><published>2002-10-29T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T23:33:47.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would really like an &lt;a href="http://greetings.yahoo.com/browse/Events_and_Occasions/Birthday/index1_11.html"&gt; un-birthday&lt;/a&gt; card. How would someone like to send me one? ^_~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-83753603?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/83753603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/83753603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83753603' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-83702048</id><published>2002-10-29T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T00:14:26.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Comments, people, comments. Leave some. Make me feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;(Not that I'm demanding or anything.... ^_~)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-83702048?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/83702048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/83702048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83702048' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-83700131</id><published>2002-10-28T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T23:48:12.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since it's so close to Halloween, the ghosties, goblins, &lt;a href="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/blood.pl?bite=katgrrl"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vampires&lt;/a&gt;, and&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/brain.cgi?kitikat"&gt; zombies&lt;/a&gt; are out. Happy Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-83700131?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/83700131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/83700131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83700131' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-83700015</id><published>2002-10-28T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T23:28:24.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hey Jupiter - Tori Amos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;no one's picking up the phone&lt;br /&gt;guess it's me and me&lt;br /&gt;and this little masochist&lt;br /&gt;she's ready to confess&lt;br /&gt;all the things that I never thought&lt;br /&gt;that she could feel and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey Jupiter&lt;br /&gt;nothing's been the same&lt;br /&gt;so are you gay&lt;br /&gt;are you blue&lt;br /&gt;thought we could both use a friend &lt;br /&gt;to run to&lt;br /&gt;and I thought you'd see with me&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't have to be something new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i breathe you in&lt;br /&gt;and I know you know&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes you take a swim&lt;br /&gt;found your writing on my wall&lt;br /&gt;if my heart's soaking wet&lt;br /&gt;Boy your boots can leave a mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey Jupiter&lt;br /&gt;nothing's been the same&lt;br /&gt;so are you gay&lt;br /&gt;are you blue&lt;br /&gt;thought we could both use a friend&lt;br /&gt;to run to&lt;br /&gt;and I thought I wouldn't have to keep &lt;br /&gt;with you &lt;br /&gt;hiding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought I knew myself so well&lt;br /&gt;all the dolls I had&lt;br /&gt;took my leather off the shelf&lt;br /&gt;your apocalypse was fab&lt;br /&gt;for a girl who couldn't choose between&lt;br /&gt;the shower or the bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I thought I wouldn't have to be&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;a magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one's picking up the phone&lt;br /&gt;guess it's clear he's gone&lt;br /&gt;and this little masochist&lt;br /&gt;is lifting up her dress&lt;br /&gt;guess I thought I could never feel &lt;br /&gt;the things I feel&lt;br /&gt;hey Jupiter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-83700015?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/83700015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/83700015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83700015' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-83541637</id><published>2002-10-26T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T00:51:15.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ca.news.yahoo.com/021026/6/ptva.html"&gt;Albus Dumbledore&lt;/a&gt; is gone. We shall mourn him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-83541637?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/83541637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/83541637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83541637' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-83541484</id><published>2002-10-26T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T00:46:56.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since my computer seems to have gone soft in the hard drive, I think I'mma go. It's sending me to weird places when I try to go somewhere and the RAM is quickly heading down to zero.&lt;br /&gt;(as soon as I have a thousand or so, I'm gonna buy a new compie. *it can't hear me if I type like this.....^_~*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-83541484?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/83541484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/83541484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83541484' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-83496449</id><published>2002-10-25T00:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T00:16:38.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in a really odd mood, which probably means I need to sleep. That's usually it. &lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a need to meow at people... like just walk up to someone, meow, and walk away. However, there's no around to meow at. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm chatting to friends, I feel lonely cuz I want personal interaction for once, to sit and talk with someone who isn't currently appearing as words on a screen. &lt;br /&gt;Some part of me feels like this should be enough, and nornally it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that right this minute, I want more.&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/3298406-83496449?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/83496449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/83496449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83496449' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-83443173</id><published>2002-10-24T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T00:15:53.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note to self: XL cappucino at 1:??am is not a good idea, unless one wants to stay up all night. Not that staying up is bad...&lt;br /&gt;Life is progressing, if only slowly at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;If you want more details, ask me. I may explain, or maybe I don't even have anything to say. I'm still working on that one. &lt;br /&gt;As soon as I figure it all out..... we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-83443173?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/83443173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/83443173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83443173' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-83239552</id><published>2002-10-20T01:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T01:07:33.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, I've not been around in a while. I've been so tired that I've actually been going to bed even before 11:00pm. This is strange for me, admittedly. At the same time, however, I've been so worn out and overtired that sleep hs been the best thing for me. Yay sleep! *laughs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;(Yeah, the only time you hear that is when i'm already about to sleep or have been sleeping....)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... so what have I been up to lately? Work, for the past couple of days. Today I went shopping a bit and napped, which is great since I've been wanting a nap for two days now. Better late then never, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it's life as usual, with me reading a lot and hanging out in the house. With the cold weather that's started in the past few days, I'm even more reluctant to leave the house. Is it just me or did we not have any median temperatures? First it was really hot, and now it's really cold. I don't think there was any middle ground. &lt;br /&gt;Grr, Mother Nature, grr. Please, work on the mood swings! ^_~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-83239552?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/83239552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/83239552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83239552' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-82999603</id><published>2002-10-15T00:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T00:45:59.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grr. Apparently my new hosting spot doesn't allow linking with pictures either. This is why my pictures for the quizzes refuse to work. Is there any free space that does anymore? If so, I want to go there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-82999603?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/82999603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/82999603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82999603' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-82910060</id><published>2002-10-13T01:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-13T01:10:11.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://freewillastrology.com/beauty/"&gt;Pronoia is the unshakable conviction that life is a conspiracy to liberate you from suffering, fill you with joy, and make you really smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As sweet and exalted as pronoia feels in our bodies, however, it is not meant to become a force of repression. Pronoia thrives on an engagement with difficult emotions and challenging events, not by ignoring them.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this a great idea? I need to start believing in pronoia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-82910060?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/82910060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/82910060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82910060' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-82826170</id><published>2002-10-11T00:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T00:28:55.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got a new comment thing. This means the old one's gone, and it's taken the old comments with it. Just so you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-82826170?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/82826170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/82826170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82826170' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-82777714</id><published>2002-10-10T01:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T01:19:02.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As a result of my annoyance with virtue.nu, &lt;a href="http://nekospace.sailorvenus.org"&gt;Kitty-Corner to the Universe&lt;/a&gt; has now been relocated to sailorvenus.org. Please take this into consideration if you ever plan to visit. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-82777714?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/82777714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/82777714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82777714' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-82674730</id><published>2002-10-08T01:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T01:14:59.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bored? Need something to do? Go take my &lt;a href="http://nekospace.sailorvenus.org/quizidol.html"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;! It's the first of... some... and it's fun! Go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, there's another &lt;a href="http://nekospace.sailorvenus.org/quizdrew.html"&gt;(Drew Barrymore!)&lt;/a&gt; quiz now, and more on the way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-82674730?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/82674730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/82674730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82674730' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-82585343</id><published>2002-10-06T02:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T02:34:23.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emi and I totally understand one another.&lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/fl/brettefanclub/vampire22.html"&gt;This may be because we are the same person. It’s nice being the same person with somebody. It means you are never completely alone. That, at least, is reassuring.&lt;/a&gt; (In case you're wondering, the site I linked to is the one where I got the perfect phrase.)&lt;br /&gt;Just felt the need to share the perfection. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-82585343?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/82585343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/82585343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82585343' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-82545245</id><published>2002-10-05T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-05T00:01:12.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is so weird, it's cool. I have &lt;a href="http://www.barcodesinc.com/generator/image.php?code=Kat Taylor&amp;style=421&amp;type=C128B&amp;width=200&amp;height=50&amp;xres=1&amp;font=3"&gt;my own barcode&lt;/a&gt;. You can make one too, if you want. It's apparently completely usable and would work on a UPC scanner. Weird, ne?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-82545245?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/82545245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/82545245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82545245' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-82501269</id><published>2002-10-04T00:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-04T00:29:44.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ye gods, you can find anything in New York... including the world's first&lt;a href="http://kevxml2a.infospace.com/_1_464DTNC04GJ8FC2__info.gtc/apnws/story.htm?kcfg=apart&amp;sin=D7MEF2180&amp;qcat=entertain&amp;ran=24078&amp;passqi=&amp;feed=ap&amp;top=1"&gt; sex museum&lt;/a&gt;. It's probably very interesting... if you like that sort of thing. ^_~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-82501269?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/82501269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/82501269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82501269' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-82501120</id><published>2002-10-04T00:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-04T00:25:59.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are you interested in death? Do you want to know the last words of dead celebrities? Check out &lt;a href="http://www.longtolive.com/LastWords.asp"&gt;LongToLive.com's Famous Last Words&lt;/a&gt;! Fun for the whole family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-82501120?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/82501120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/82501120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82501120' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-82352518</id><published>2002-10-01T02:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T02:03:44.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*yawns* I'm sooo tired... just off to bed... *but* I wanted to say that &lt;a href="http://kimikoneko.virtue.nu"&gt;Kitty-Corner to the Universe&lt;/a&gt; is finally operational!! Yay me!!&lt;br /&gt;Why are you still here? Go look!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-82352518?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/82352518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/82352518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82352518' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-82260535</id><published>2002-09-29T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-29T01:13:21.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Want to know what to wear? Check out the weather in Hell! *points up* After all, it's good to be dressed for where you're going.... ^_~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-82260535?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/82260535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/82260535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82260535' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-82221671</id><published>2002-09-27T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-27T23:30:19.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rainbow ICQ. Pink background. Lilac windows. With all of thsi around me, why do I still feel gray?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-82221671?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/82221671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/82221671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82221671' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-82128983</id><published>2002-09-25T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-25T23:49:24.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting tired of people that I can't understand. I mean, when I don't know who is safe for me to talk to, or even what I can say to anyone for fear of someone ending up mad at me or even maybe disliking me for it, something has to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I only want to feel cared about. I should be able to &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt;, without question, that my friends care about me and will not hesitate to show it. I don't want to be afraid to talk to people in case they are mad at me, or will turn on me. &lt;br /&gt;I think I deserve better than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who can't give it does not belong in my life. Goodbye and good luck in the rest of your lives, since I refuse to be a part of them. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-82128983?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/82128983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/82128983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82128983' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-81903918</id><published>2002-09-21T01:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-21T01:28:52.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;No Such Thing - John Mayer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to the real world", she said to me condescendingly&lt;br /&gt;Take a seat&lt;br /&gt;Take your life&lt;br /&gt;Plot it out in black and white&lt;br /&gt;Well I never lived the dreams of the prom kings&lt;br /&gt;And the drama queens&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think the best of me&lt;br /&gt;Is still hiding&lt;br /&gt;Up my sleeve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love to tell you&lt;br /&gt;Stay inside the lines&lt;br /&gt;But something's better&lt;br /&gt;On the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run through the halls of my high school&lt;br /&gt;I wanna scream at the Top of my lungs&lt;br /&gt;I just found out there's no such thing as the real world&lt;br /&gt;Just a lie you've got to rise above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the good boys and girls take the so-called right track&lt;br /&gt;Faded white hats&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing credits&lt;br /&gt;Maybe transfers&lt;br /&gt;They read all the books but they can't find the answers&lt;br /&gt;And all of our parents&lt;br /&gt;They're getting older&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they've wished for anything better&lt;br /&gt;While in their memories&lt;br /&gt;Tiny tragedies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love to tell you&lt;br /&gt;Stay inside the lines&lt;br /&gt;But something's better&lt;br /&gt;On the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run through the halls of my high school&lt;br /&gt;I wanna scream at the Top of my lungs&lt;br /&gt;I just found out there's no such thing as the real world&lt;br /&gt;Just a lie you got to rise above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am invincible&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run through the halls of my high school&lt;br /&gt;I wanna scream at the Top of my lungs&lt;br /&gt;I just found out there's no such thing as the real world&lt;br /&gt;Just a lie you've got to rise above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait til my 10 year reunion&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna bust down the double doors&lt;br /&gt;And when I stand on these tables before you&lt;br /&gt;You will know what all this time was for&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-81903918?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/81903918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/81903918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81903918' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-81859466</id><published>2002-09-20T02:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-20T02:10:03.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like the new additions? I do... so if you don't... you suck. ^_~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-81859466?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/81859466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/81859466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81859466' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-81859380</id><published>2002-09-20T02:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-20T02:06:14.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm hating the world a little bit today. Don't ask me why exactly; it's just that things that have nothing really to do with me are irritating me all to hell. Bah. &lt;br /&gt;I shan't get into it, just cuz I know I'm being stupid. No one needs to know exactly how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-81859380?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/81859380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/81859380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81859380' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-81807202</id><published>2002-09-19T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-19T00:35:21.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a very good day. &lt;i&gt;(Yes, I know, this is more of an LJ thing, but... shut up.)&lt;/i&gt; Went out with the parents for a drive and some shopping, which was nice because I've barely left the house and as a result have been bored out of my skull. I managed to get quite a lot of Hello Kitty notepaper, a Hello Kitty hanging picture frame (which is really cool... her tummy is the frame, and her head and feet are different pieces altogether.. I suck at description &gt;.&lt;), a dress (for free... I'll explain later), a Buffy paint-can-like tin full of lollipops (I just wanted the tin, but it came with the candy... and what the heck?), a cute stuffed Hello Kitty dressed up like a tiger, and a teensy stuffed leopard on a keychain. &lt;br /&gt;This is not to say that my life revolves around material possessions, cuz I'd like to think it doesn't, but they are fun at times. ^_~&lt;br /&gt;After we were finished shopping, we went for fish and chips, which was great and extremely yummy. Then we went to my aunt and uncle's, where we spent the evening. &lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a good day. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-81807202?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/81807202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/81807202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81807202' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-81711121</id><published>2002-09-17T02:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-17T02:08:41.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow... I haven't posted in a while. Weird. Guess I haven't had anything to say, at least not that anyone would really want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm seriously believing that I am both a &lt;a href="http://http://www2.itexas.net/~sparrow/mevamp.htm"&gt;psi-vamp&lt;/a&gt; and an &lt;a href=http://www.otherkin.net"&gt;otherkin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now you're all gonna think I'm crazy. Like you don't already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-81711121?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/81711121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/81711121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81711121' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-81619379</id><published>2002-09-15T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-15T00:44:13.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes words just strike me oddly. Admittedly, most of the time it's when I'm tired or otherwise mentally impaired, when the actual meaning of the word has nothing to do with its sound. This is the case with such amusig word-sounds as "Odie" or "ego." Say them yourself a couple times and you'll see what I mean. Pretty fun, ain't it? This also applies to my favourite words: "elephant" and "galoshes." Try it out.... ell-e-fant. Gah-law-shes. Pretty funny-sounding when it comes down to it.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my word of word of choice is (not surprisingly) "blog." Blog. Blaaaagh. A contraction of 'web log', it is a form of journal-type website that allows the creator to write about whatever they choose for others to read, even if it is something as simple as funny-sounding words. It's an odd word, but there's something strangely amusing about it. Or perhaps I'm just tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-81619379?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/81619379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/81619379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81619379' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-81540612</id><published>2002-09-13T00:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-13T00:57:40.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All is well in my world for the moment. Please stand by for the inevitable crash.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be cynical, but it's hard not to be when it seems that every time something really good happens, something really bad happens to even it all out. It's important for the sake of neutralcy, but at the same time I'd really like to see good win over evil. &lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to take over the world... who's with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-81540612?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/81540612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/81540612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81540612' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-81439422</id><published>2002-09-11T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T00:14:33.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've not been saying a lot lately. This is mainly cuz I've not been around much, to the point where I've only been on every other night. Odd, ne? Especially for me, miss girl who devotes her nights to foregoing sleep and attempting to find herself out there in the Wired. However, now that I am gainfully employed, they want me to be awake, coherent and in a good mood when I'm there. hence the sleep. Even when I have been on, I've been going to bed at semi-reasonable times, which is a definite improvement for me. yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-81439422?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/81439422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/81439422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81439422' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-81343416</id><published>2002-09-09T01:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-09T01:02:38.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.brunching.com/cgi/certificate.cgi?line=Kat" alt="cheesy DIY award from the Brunching Shuttlecocks... ain't it grand?"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-81343416?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/81343416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/81343416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81343416' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-81266674</id><published>2002-09-07T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-07T00:38:31.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hee, I've found all the stuff I need for my dream house. Check out the &lt;a href="http://store.yahoo.com/sanriostore/special-items.html"&gt;Special Items&lt;/a&gt; and tell me if they don't deserve to belong to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-81266674?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/81266674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/81266674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81266674' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-81175082</id><published>2002-09-05T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-05T00:49:12.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I opened this with some sort of reason in mind, perhaps because I haven't said a thing in here since I came home. However, I also have nothing to say. &lt;br /&gt;I'm here, I'm alive, and I'm feeling weird cuz everyone's back in school except me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a distraction, something to get me out of myself. The more I can get interested in, the less lethargic I'll be. I think. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I want to go back to being a child. Not that things were always great, but at least I knew how to deal with the problems I had then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-81175082?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/81175082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/81175082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81175082' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-80900445</id><published>2002-08-29T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-29T23:18:29.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What can you expect within the next year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Sun back in Leo, all you Lions can once again begin to roar. You are going to have much more of all those things you adore – fun, attention, romance – because from the beginning of August, generous Jupiter enters your sign. This helpful planet will increase your desire to make your mark on the world. If you have been planning to make major changes, now is the time to stop thinking and start doing! Partnership issues that have been lingering on should be resolved this year and by next spring those of you who are single could have found your soul-mate. You are known for the dramatic flourish that accompanies all your actions and this year you are even more so. However, from June onwards you may feel a little more serious about life – whatever your age you may become a little more “grown up”. Those of you that are single and looking for love the best times in your birthday year are January, March and May. This year is also brilliant if you want to go back to college or start your own business. Make the most of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is supposedly what's going to happen in my life before my next birthday. We'll see. I, for one, am highly suspicious of such things happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-80900445?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/80900445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/80900445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80900445' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-80765819</id><published>2002-08-27T02:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-27T02:37:40.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.brunching.com/cgi/mortypage.cgi?birthdate=07%2F31%2F1979"&gt;The Brunching Shuttlecocks | Memento Morty&lt;/a&gt; &lt;A HREF="http://www.brunching.com/toys/morty.html"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.brunching.com/cgi/morty.cgi?birthdate=07%2F31%2F1979" BORDER=0 WIDTH=150 HEIGHT=75 ALT="Morty the Death's Head"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-80765819?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/80765819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/80765819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80765819' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-80763507</id><published>2002-08-27T01:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-27T01:16:36.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a good day. &lt;br /&gt;First of all, I went to bed last noight at a &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; reasonable hour, so I was up this morning at 8am. This was useful, since I had my interview at the Bay at LimeRidge at 11. So I got up, had a shower, got dressed, put on makeup and everything, and was ready in the perfect amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;The interview was kinda fun, and I made a new friend. His name is Chris, he's as hyper as me (if not more), and we exchanged e-mail and phone numbers.&lt;br /&gt;After the interview was done, the best thing of the day happened: they told me that I HAVE A JOB!!!!! Yes, I am no longer in the ranks of the unemployed. They should be giving me a call soon about training, at which point all will be well. &lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day hasn't been bad either, but that's the most interesting/readable part. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-80763507?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/80763507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/80763507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80763507' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-80648598</id><published>2002-08-24T03:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-24T03:37:53.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My latest project (that I'm not tired of yet, anyway) is the creation of the website-to-be that is linked in the sidebar. As of right now, it has one page saying that someday soon there will be actual content. That's been up since approximately... February?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I never claimed to be prompt.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just to let you all know, the work is progressing and someday (actually) soon, I will have a pretty new site. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have another interview at the Bay on Monday. (The first one was last Wednesday.) Yay me! Maybe I'll have a job soon... wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. feta/spinach cream cheese and sundried tomatoes on malt bread is the most amazing food in the universe. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-80648598?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/80648598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/80648598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80648598' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-80606531</id><published>2002-08-23T04:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-23T04:34:12.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone needs to go &lt;a href="http://www.brunching.com/cyborger.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; right this second. It's really rather amusing. However, it keeps telling me that I'm good for killing things... O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://brunching.com/toys/cyborger.html"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.brunching.com/cybimages/K/cyb-KAT.gif" WIDTH=240 HEIGHT=150 ALT="Killing and Assassination Technician" BORDER=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? *is slightly disturbed, but also amused*&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/3298406-80606531?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/80606531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/80606531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80606531' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-80606180</id><published>2002-08-23T04:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-23T04:15:10.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's scary just how easy it is to get sucked into the Wired.For instance, at this moment I am reading &lt;a href="http://www.brunching.com/coldremedies.html"&gt;Cold and Flu Remedies | The Brunching Shuttlecocks&lt;/a&gt;. Is it weird? Kind of. Is it funny? Kind of. Should I be reading websites at 4am? Not really, no.&lt;br /&gt;It's times like this that I wish for high-speed internet, the kind where you never have to disconnect. Then I think about the fact that I would probably never leave the computer alone again. Then I am grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-80606180?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/80606180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/80606180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80606180' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-80603376</id><published>2002-08-23T02:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-23T02:05:41.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So now it seems that certain people aren't talking to me. I'm not naming names or putting any ideas out as to why this might be, simply because I know I've been vulnerable lately and this could easily be chalked up to my own paranoia. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, this bothers me. On top of all the other stuff that's been going on i my head lately, it's enough to make me cry. That's saying a lot for me, as I try to make it a point not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's the state of my life right now: depressed and paranoid. Ain't it grand, bois and grrls?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-80603376?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/80603376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/80603376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80603376' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-80515020</id><published>2002-08-21T05:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-21T05:11:37.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, so now I'm becoming obsessive over Ryan Adams. He's very funky-cool, and his music is wondrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt; gush&gt; Imagine a snow-capped mountain that reflects into a turquoise pool, trees surrounding it; a complete scene of beauty. Now imagine its aural equivalent and you have Ryan Adams. &lt; /gush&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious. It's great stuff. If you haven't heard him, do yourself a favour and find yourself a song of his to listen to. You shan't be disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-80515020?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/80515020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/80515020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80515020' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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-3298406.post-80509619</id><published>2002-08-21T01:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-21T01:16:40.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a poem I wrote tonight as I was trying to come up with something appropriate to my mood for a desktop wallpaper.... what it says about my current mental state I know not and care not to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are the magic words to save us?&lt;br /&gt;The enlightenment has not yet come; I do not feel lifted&lt;br /&gt;waiting for a sign&lt;br /&gt;waiting for an answer&lt;br /&gt;waiting for my wings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3298406-80509619?l=kimikoneko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/80509619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3298406/posts/default/80509619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimikoneko.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80509619' title=''/><author><name>Andie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01425266353262898505</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>
