<?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-7082394</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:26:51.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's going to be a beautiful...new year</title><subtitle type='html'>"When you stop striving for perfection.... you might as well be dead"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110633554770986863</id><published>2005-01-21T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T11:25:47.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Management</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A lecturer, when explaining stress management to an audience, raised a glass of water and asked, "How heavy is this glass of water?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers called out ranged from 7oz. to 17.5 oz.. The lecturer replied, "The absolute weight doesn't matter. It depends on how long you try to hold it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I hold it for a minute, that's not a problem.  If I hold it for an hour, I'll have an ache in my right arm.  If I hold it for a day, you'll have to call an ambulance.  In each case, it's the same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued, "And that's the way it is with stress management. If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, as the burden becomes increasingly heavy, we won't be able to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As with the glass of water, you have to put it down for a while and rest before holding it again. When we're refreshed, we can carry on with the burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, before you return home tonight, put the burden of work down. Don't carry it home. You can pick it up tomorrow. Whatever burdens you're carrying now, let them down for a moment if you can. Relax-- pick them up later after you've rested. Life is short. Enjoy it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110633554770986863?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110633554770986863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110633554770986863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2005/01/stress-management.html' title='Stress Management'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110628075905278630</id><published>2005-01-20T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T20:12:39.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude is thinking with the wronge head</title><content type='html'>Ok, just gotta blow some steam .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-First of all, when you know a girls' gotta man, don't keep hittin' on her and telling her you're " the best thing " for her. Then don't rub it in her face about her ex and that you were right about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Second , when you've been trying to get with her for almost a year and a half ....even while she was ...and is currently in a relationship.....and she STILL doesn't wanna get with ya, just give up. Just let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Third, if she's got a new man, that doesn't mean you can still keep asking her out just cause the current relationship is still " new " as in months and not years .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fourth, cheaters......... are fucking morons. Don't chase after a girl you'll never get all the while you have your own girl waiting for you at home whose under the impression you're a great guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I've come to the conclusion that most men are fucking assholes and only think with thier dicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    As for my day, it pretty much consisted of all that crap I just bitched about. Got lots of compliments on my blazer/ corset outfit and my co-workers are diggin my new look which is pretty cool. I never really figured people paid all that much attention to me, but I guess so. Later on next month I guess I'm supposed to get some award from Tag Heuer, which is cool... maybe I'll get a watch or something ( I wish ).  I just really want it to be Wednesday already so I can go on vacation and get out of town .....spend some time with my midget and fuzzball.  Gotta head over to the Yamaha shop while I'm in&lt;/span&gt; SLO and check out some motorcycles :D YAY!!! I wanna get some info on the YZF-R1, but Nick thinks I'm completely insane for even wanting that bike. If anything, I should rock the YZF-R6. Meh. He's right though, I'd probably kill myself on the R1. Out of all the colors, I'd probably end up with Blue... how original hunh? Everyone and their mother has that color. I'd rather have a pearl white, but beggers can't be choosers....not mention it doesnt even come in that color. Fuzzy, you should really think about getting a motorcycle too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Tomorrows agenda.... it's Davids birthday tomorrow!! :-D Gonna stop by and cheer him up since he's gotta work on his birthday, drop off a little baby chocolate  cake :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110628075905278630?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110628075905278630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110628075905278630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2005/01/dude-is-thinking-with-wronge-head.html' title='Dude is thinking with the wronge head'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110620141901054135</id><published>2005-01-19T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T22:10:19.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/83/1480/640/penguin.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/83/1480/320/penguin.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You brave.....stupid bastard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110620141901054135?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110620141901054135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110620141901054135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-brave.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110602861479954617</id><published>2005-01-17T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:10:14.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you'd LOVE to say outloud"</title><content type='html'>1. I can see your point, but I still think you're full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.&lt;br /&gt;3. How about never? Is never good for you?&lt;br /&gt;4. I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm really easy to get along with once you people learn to see it my way.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm out of my mind, but feel free to leave a message.&lt;br /&gt;8. I don't work here, I'm a consultant.&lt;br /&gt;9. It sounds like English, but I can't understand a word you're saying.&lt;br /&gt;10. Ahhh . . I see the screw-up fairy has visited us again.&lt;br /&gt;11. I have plenty of talent and vision; I just don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;12. I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;13. Thank you. We're challenged by your unique point of view.&lt;br /&gt;14. Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;15. What am I? Flypaper for freaks?&lt;br /&gt;16. I'm not being rude. You're just insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;17. And your crybaby whiny-assed opinion would be...?&lt;br /&gt;18. Do I look like a people person?&lt;br /&gt;19. This isn't an office.It's Hell with fluorescent lighting.&lt;br /&gt;20. Sarcasm is just one more service we offer.&lt;br /&gt;21. If I throw a stick, will you leave?&lt;br /&gt;22. Errors have been made. Others will be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;23. I'm trying to imagine you with a personality.&lt;br /&gt;24. A cubicle is just a padded cell without a door.&lt;br /&gt;25. Can I trade this job for what's behind door #1?&lt;br /&gt;26. Too many freaks, not enough circuses.&lt;br /&gt;27. Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it?&lt;br /&gt;28. Chaos, panic, and disorder --- my work here is done.&lt;br /&gt;29. Oh, I get it... like humor... but different.&lt;br /&gt;30. I can see you took your asshole pills this morning.&lt;br /&gt;31. In your world, what color is the sky?&lt;br /&gt;32. I would smack you, but shit spatters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110602861479954617?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110602861479954617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110602861479954617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2005/01/things-youd-love-to-say-outloud.html' title='Things you&apos;d LOVE to say outloud&quot;'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110594984800665661</id><published>2005-01-16T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T00:17:28.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wee Hours</title><content type='html'>       Ok, so Casino Night was pretty fun, went over to Midgits house early in the afternoon and just lounged around till it was time to start getting ready. Her boss, Tom, apparently trashed the company lap top so it wasn't working...so Stef has me ask my good ol' boyfriend to fix it since he's mister computer wiz. Drive back to SLO, drop it off then run back to Grover... and start the whole " getting all dressed up " ritual before hittin' the road. I rocked the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; cross over top with a black flare skirt with 3 inch black heels ( hot ) while Stef rocked the white top, black skirt, black tall sandals and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;jean jacket&lt;/span&gt;. "&lt;em&gt;It's a crime to look this good &lt;/em&gt;"-Stef. Oh yea...best Stef line for the night regaurding Landon, "I&lt;em&gt; don't blame him for hating me, I'd hate me too&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Headed on out to Santa Maria and visited her friend Cam who was really really nice. Apparently he was checkin' me out cause Stef caught him looking, LOL. From there we went to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Applebee's&lt;/span&gt; and had the biggest margaritas I think I've ever seen...had some appetizers since we both didn't wanna have huge meals. She spotted this dude, Adam, and I guess they're gambling buddies... so right when we were getting ready to leave she calls him on his cell and invites him to the casino. It's all good, the guy was actually pretty entertaining.....especially since he was telling us on the way to the casino that he just paid off $9k in gambling debt by selling his car. Geez, lets take a compulsive gambler to a casino. So we're driving there and he mentions this is the first time he's going to the casino SOBER.... has us pull over at a Chevron and gets himself a beer and drinks it all the way to the casino while Stefs driving. LOL. I can only imagine what the valet guy thought when he got into the car cause you could really smell the beer ( No, Stef and I were not drinking the beer ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Run on into the casino and Stef has me get a Chumash Card, I guess it earns me points or something when I play..... I probably won't get much use outta it since I'm really tight with my money now. It's pretty though, lol. Sat down and started playing 21 with her and Adam...overall.... I lost $30, Stef lost $100 and I believe Adam lost $75....? It was pretty interesting though cause Stef got down to $25 at one point, ran over to the $25 a hand table, won $125 back in 3 minutes then ran back over to the $10 and played some more. You go girl, but ya still lost it all, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I only lost $30 and that was plenty for me. Cam actually showed up and hung out with me for a bit since he could tell I wasnt wanting to lose my money, lol. Right on. Real cool guy, pretty interesting since he's Hawiian and all that jazz. Overall, had a great night with my girl and ended up crawlin' into bed with Rob at 4am. LOL. Poor guy, he was worried about me all night....stayed up till 1:30....woke up at 3 and waited for me to come home. AWWWWW. Not to mention he had to work at 7am that morning, geezo. I on other hand slept in till 11:45 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I found the COOLEST thing at PetCo. It's a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Purple Lobster&lt;/span&gt;. It's so cool, like a floresent purple. I want it so bad and name him &lt;em&gt;Pinchy&lt;/em&gt;, teach him how to do the &lt;em&gt;cha cha&lt;/em&gt; with his little claws. Steve actually asked if he'll grow big enough to eat ::GASP::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110594984800665661?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110594984800665661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110594984800665661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2005/01/wee-hours.html' title='Wee Hours'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110577311879327255</id><published>2005-01-14T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T23:11:58.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin' those skirts and high heels</title><content type='html'>Tomorrows debauchory should be rather entertaining....best friend....casino.....booze..... evil plotting..... my oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110577311879327255?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110577311879327255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110577311879327255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2005/01/rockin-those-skirts-and-high-heels.html' title='Rockin&apos; those skirts and high heels'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110576811855598034</id><published>2005-01-14T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T21:48:38.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghetto-fabulous</title><content type='html'>Ya know your neighborhood is goin' ghetto when you have two Police helicopters circling the house directly behind you with spotlights and shouting with their bullhorns &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Come out with your hands up!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ....sets the mood when you see the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; lights flashing all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110576811855598034?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110576811855598034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110576811855598034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2005/01/ghetto-fabulous.html' title='Ghetto-fabulous'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110555605282866593</id><published>2005-01-12T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T10:54:12.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. LAST MOVIE YOU SAW IN A THEATER?&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meet the Fockers, funniest movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am Charlett Simmons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. FAVORITE BOARD GAME? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I havent played any in a long time, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;any reason to sit at a table and bullshit with friends is good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. FAVORITE MAGAZINE? &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cosmopolitan &amp; Vogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. FAVORITE SMELLS? &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Gummy Bears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. FAVORITE COMFORT FOOD? &lt;em&gt;Pop Tarts, especially the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Raspberry&lt;/span&gt; ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. FAVORITE SOUNDS? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;My pups grunting cause they're happy to see me, classic car motors being revved up.... um..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being cheated on and lied to. I don't think anything can hurt worse than that&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKEUP IN THE MORNING? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Let's see how many messages are on my phone this morning.... ok... gotta call some people back now..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE? &lt;em&gt;You're gonna laugh, but &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;. They have the best, healthiest sandwiches and salads there&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME? &lt;em&gt;If I have a girl,&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Shelby&lt;/span&gt;. If I have a boy, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. FINISH THIS STATEMENT, "If I had a lot of money I would . . . &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pay off my bills, take a trip to Santorini, Greece... buy a new car, buy a nice house and then stuff some money away for safe keeping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. DO YOU DRIVE FAST? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm not a fast driver...per-say.... I just drive efficiently. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nope, can Rob count as one though since he's just about as fuzzy as one...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. STORMS - COOL OR SCARY?&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;  Cool , kinda. This last storm was pretty nasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1967 Volkswagon Bug&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. FAVORITE DRINK? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;A whole lotta water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. FINISH THIS STATEMENT, "IF I HAD THE TIME, I WOULD LOVE TO... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;learn how to surf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yessir, my mommy said if I do, I'll grow up to be strong and healthy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOR, WHAT WOULD YOU CHOOSE?  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I like it blonde, personally...oh wait, it is blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. HOW MANY DIFFERENT CITIES HAVE YOU LIVED IN: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Temporarily? 3.... Forrest Hills, New York and Centralia, Washington and now San Luis Obispo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. GLASS HALF EMPTY OR FULL? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Half Full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Water Polo, what else did you expect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. SAY ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS? &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;He's awwwwwwwwwwwwwesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 25. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Empty drawers since everything that was in 'em is all boxed up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. TOILET PAPER -OVER OR UNDER? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Over, ya know, when the paper rolls over the top of the roll. Wait, what does it matter? As long as you have some when you need it, thats ALL that really matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110555605282866593?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110555605282866593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110555605282866593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2005/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110547365402741404</id><published>2005-01-11T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T12:09:50.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"YAY! I didn't have sex with him, aren't you so proud of me?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;Speaking of which.... bravo Stef. Bravo ::Wink wink ::nudge nudge:: By the way, we're still on for &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;CASINO&lt;/span&gt; night? RIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT? ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110547365402741404?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110547365402741404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110547365402741404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2005/01/classic.html' title='Classic'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110544513360710218</id><published>2005-01-11T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T04:05:33.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meanie Faces</title><content type='html'>It's official, David and I are meanie faces... and damn good at it too. We have this new hire that we're hoping to GOD that our boss doesnt permanently hire. Marilyn has nicknamed her MORON, lol. This new hire is such a pain in the ass, I can't understand how it's possible she was able to even spawn children and they actually survived. She's probably one of the most incompetent people I've ever met and she breaks all the rules. AND SHOPS WHILE SHE'S ON THE CLOCK. Uggghhh. Overall, I think David and I get our jollies by picking on her and making her feel bad.....is that a bad thing? Hmmmm, if so, OH WELL. I think Davids better at it than I am. GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DAVID! :) LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inventory wasn't all that bad since Patti ( boss lady ) made me a post counter.... so all I did was count things and make sure everything is correct. Gossiped with David and Joe most of the time and ran around the store. Roberto cracked me up cause he and his chick ( I guess she's my age but she looks 35 ) were totally making out while working on inventory stuff, classy. One of the dudes from the dock crew farted when I was standing right next to him and he got super embarresed, made him feel a lil' better when I belched.... ya know, cause a real woman burps and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I kinda had fun, almost died on my way to work since it was pouring so hard that my car was slippin' and slidin' all over the highway....almost hit another car, YIPPEE!! Oh yea, THANK YOU DAVID!!! YOU DA BOMB HUN, YOU MUH BEST FRIEND AND I LOVE YOU LONG TIME FOR HELPING ME OUT FOR WEDNESDAY :) I'll buy you Starbucks and some Camel's. *cheesy grin* On that note, back to being a pain in the ass online. Sa-weet. Mental note, NEVER.... drink an energy drink at 1am. So not smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110544513360710218?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110544513360710218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110544513360710218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2005/01/meanie-faces.html' title='Meanie Faces'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110528875018731406</id><published>2005-01-09T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T21:39:06.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've become so numb</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Been up and down since I turned seventeen... seems I've been ontop and it seems I've lost the dream&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110528875018731406?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110528875018731406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110528875018731406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2005/01/ive-become-so-numb.html' title='I&apos;ve become so numb'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110511864564884565</id><published>2005-01-07T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T09:24:05.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 450px" align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 450px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 14px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; WIDTH: 450px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #1f5892; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a title="Everything About You Survey" style="COLOR: #fff" href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys.php?id=2324"&gt;Everything About You Survey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 11px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; MARGIN: 0px; WIDTH: 450px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #1f5892; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Created by &lt;a title="User Profile" style="COLOR: #fff" href="http://www.bzoink.com/users.php?id=Crimsontear"&gt;Crimsontear&lt;/a&gt; and taken 8356 times on &lt;a title="bzoink!" style="COLOR: #fff" href="http://www.bzoink.com"&gt;bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right" colspan="2"&gt;Personal Information&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;First Name//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Erika&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Age//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;22&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Gender//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Female... the smarter gender&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Nickname(s)//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Pinky, Blonde, Girly Girl, Squeaks&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Hair Color//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Blonde&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Hair Style//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Lil' past the shoulders, wavey, curly, flipped, straight&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Eye Color//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Blue&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right" colspan="2"&gt;What is your favorite&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Color//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Pink and Turquoise&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Game//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Can Water Polo count as a game...?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Song//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Fall to Pieces by Velvet Revolver&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Music Video//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Ohhh, thats a toughy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Animal//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Dacshunds, Bunnies, Horses&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Sport//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;WATER POLO!! :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Country//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;USA, duh.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Movie//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;What Dreams May Come&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Food//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Sushi, lately it's been super healthy food&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right" colspan="2"&gt;Friends&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Best//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Stef aka The Midgit, Smurf&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Funniest//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;OOOhhh.... I'd have to say Spencer&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Coolest//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Mark aka White Chocolate &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Sweetest//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Dara fa sho&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Kindest//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Joe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Annoyingest//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Hahahaa... why keep an annoying person around?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Dullest//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Same answer as Annoyingest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Stupidest//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Oh come on now, I dont wanna throw out a name for that..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Most Intelligent//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Rob aka Fuzzy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Athletic//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I actually gotta couple of hot, athletic friends.... ::teehee::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right" colspan="2"&gt;Relationships&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Boy(Girl)friend//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Rob&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Are you in love right now//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Yeaaaaaa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Do you have a crush//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Mehhhh...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Do you have a stalker//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;YES. Fuckin' psycho. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Do you miss someone right now//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Yes and no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right" colspan="2"&gt;What do you do&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;At school//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;hahahaa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;At home//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Play with my dogs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Outside//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;go for walks and enjoy some fresh air when it's not pouring outside&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;When you first wake up//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;check my cell phone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right" colspan="2"&gt;What _____do you hate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Food//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Tofu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Color//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Green, barf.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Hair color//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Black&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Tv show//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Shit I dont know, I hardly watch TV&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Clothing style//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Gothic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Movie//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I don't hate 'em, theres just some I can go without ever watching.....EVER.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right" colspan="2"&gt;Emotions Right Now&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Are You Happy Right Now//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Yea&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Sad//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Nope&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Grumpy//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;About 10 minutes ago I was&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Annoyed//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Nope, that was yesterday.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Angry//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Once again, yesterday&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Sick//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;HA, last week&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Lonely//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Nope&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Bored//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Lil' bit&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right" colspan="2"&gt;Have you ever&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Made your own religion//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Nope, weirdo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Written backwards//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Written your own magazine//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I think my Blog counts as a magazine, enough people read it&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Drawn art//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;YES, DUH.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Got angry with a game//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Yes.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Played Lacrosse//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Say what?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Broken a bone//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;YES.....that shit hurt&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Dyed your hair//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Yes.... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Put in contacts for no reason//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Nope&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Swam alone//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Yes, I dont like sharing the lane since some people run into you&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right" colspan="2"&gt;Things that come to mind when you read...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Intelligentence//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I need to improve my education&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Stupidity//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;My dogs, although I love 'em&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Depress//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Work&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Blood//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Fainting&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Blue//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Eyes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Gray//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Robs shirts&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Sword//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Golf//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;My grandpa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Soccer//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Mexico&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Yellow//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Light bulb....? Shit I dunno&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Socks//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Warm feetsies&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Ribbon//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;PRESENTS!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right" colspan="2"&gt;Random Questions&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Play Sports, if so, what ones//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Water Polo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Have a lot of friends//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Decent amount, quality over quantity&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Write good//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I have pretty handwritting&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Eat a lot//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Not any more&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Like the day Friday//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;HELL YEA&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Like the month December//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Yea, favorite month&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right" colspan="2"&gt;Do you(or are you)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;(DY)Give good advice//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I think I 'm good at that&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;(DY)Talk crap//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Sometimes, depends on the person(s)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;(DY)Play a lot of games//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Not really, no time.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;(DY)Wear hats//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Actually, yea&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;(DY)Like to be outside//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Yea&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;(AY) Always mad//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Nope&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;(AY) Always happy//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Most of the time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;(AY) A good friend//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Yup&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right" colspan="2"&gt;This or that (Last questions)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Night or day//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Day, there's more things to do&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Snow or Rain//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Thats hard...snow kicks ass cause of snowball fights, while in the rain you can jump in puddles&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Stars or the Moon//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Stars&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Ocean or Pool//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Pool to workout and swim in, Ocean to live by &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Boat or Plane//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Plane&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Books or Magazines//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Magazines&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Yu-Gi-Oh Cards or Pokemon Cards//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;WTF&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Blonde or Black Hair//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Blonde, fa sho&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Green or Blue Eyes//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Blue, but Green works too&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Pants or Shorts//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Pants on me, shorts on guys...LOL. I don't know why&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Pop or Rock//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Rock ( classic )&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Punk or Emo//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Fuck that option... ROCK.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Tatoos or Piercings//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Tatts&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Necklace or Ring//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Thats a toughy.... BOTH :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Clouds or No Clouds//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Half and half&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Art or Literature//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Art&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Jeans or Baggy Pants//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Jeans&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Singing or Dancing//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Singing in the shower, dancing while drying your hair&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;March or May//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;um...May? Then there will be May Flowers :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Halloween or Christmas//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Halloween for the parties, Christmas for the family time and goodies&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Coke or Pepsi//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;DIET Coke or DIET Pepsi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #3886d3; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Hug or Kiss//&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: #000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #8ab8e6; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Both, psfffhhh. Why choose between two good things?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="PADDING-RIGHT: 15px; PADDING-LEFT: 15px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN: 0px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 15px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #1f5892; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a title="Create a Survey" style="COLOR: #fff" href="http://www.bzoink.com/create.php"&gt;Create a Survey&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a title="Search Surveys" style="COLOR: #fff" href="http://www.bzoink.com/search.php"&gt;Search Surveys&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a title="bzoink!" style="COLOR: #fff" href="http://www.bzoink.com"&gt;Go to bzoink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=" method="post"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th bg colspan="2" style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;Your love is... by &lt;a href="http://www.hometown.aol.com/yoyogirl8910/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;ChibiMarronchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; 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MYYYYYYYYY........GAAAAAAAAAAAWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It's true. Good things come to those who wait. It took me over a year to get what I wanted, but I FINALLY GOT IT!!! YAY!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So, I was MIA from work for the past week and a half....part of it was due to Strep Throat, then the remainder of my time was in SLO. I already felt like a million bucks when I came back to work today....when I opened my drawer, apparently alot of my customers dropped stuff off for me so I had tons of gift cards for Starbucks, which is awesome. Lots of New Year cards and Joe gave me a beenie baby weiner dog cause I gave him a golden retriever beenie baby *grin*. The absolute best note that was in my box.... was the simpliest one. It said " You win." Come to find out that Sheree...aka Evil Bitch, quit while I was gone. HA! No wonder Marilyn watched me while I looked through my drawer...after I read it she started jumping up and down and gave me a hug cause she hated her even more than I did. LOL. OH man. Such a relief she's gone. HMMMMMMM....happy days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    In other news, the dreaded inventory is back. Best part is during the time I was gone... everyone SHOULD have been prepping for it, but NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I guess I shouldn't have expected anything from anyone, but still. It gets better. Patti ( boss lady ) tells me I have to have the understock completely ready for tomorrow mornings inventory, cuuuuuute. My whole day consisted of cleaning up other peoples messes that they made in the drawers and organizing everything for the scan patrol tomorrow morning. That, plus turning in my medical info, other paperwork and another request for vacation since I'm goin' outta state at the end of the month, yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Oh yea, I've been officially nicknamed "Sqeaks". heh &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110499408485360632?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110499408485360632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110499408485360632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2005/01/ding-dong-witch-is-dead.html' title='Ding Dong The Witch Is Dead'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110472792645120372</id><published>2005-01-02T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T20:52:06.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuzzy Wuzzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gotta love the fact that my boyfriend is just sitting around and randomly says " I wanna shave my head". OK! Best part is, I got to buzz it all off, muuuuuahahahahahahaa.     Guys got it made, if they wanna cut off all their hair, it really doesnt take 'em very long to get it back to peach fuzz length....while girls on the other hand, takes FOREVER to get it back to the length the had it at. My hair is almost taking 2 years to get it past the shoulders, DAMN!!! Anyway, gonna get back to sexy bald guy now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110472792645120372?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110472792645120372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110472792645120372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2005/01/fuzzy-wuzzy.html' title='Fuzzy Wuzzy'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110469053690476899</id><published>2005-01-02T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T10:28:56.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEEEEEEEEMORIES</title><content type='html'>Ringin' in the New Year has never been SO fun :) Where shall I start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! So..... Friday night, Fuzzy and I decided to cook dinner since we were both lazy asses and didn't really feel like waiting in 2 hour lines at most of the restraunts we wanted to go to. Who could blame us? Anyway, GREAT dinner :) From there we relaxed and watched some Scrubs while waiting for Jenn ( Rob's best friend ) to show up, all the while Lauren and Steve are already starting the festivities at...ohhh.... 7:30, LOL. I walk into the kitchen and I see two, huge flasks sitting on the counter and Lauren tells me she's stuffing them into her purse so when we go to Mothers, she'll only have to spend a few bucks on Diet Cokes then she'll scamper off to the bathroom and dump the booze in it. Brilliant. So the deal is, get to Mothers before 9 o'clock and there's a $10 cover, get there after 9, it's a $20 cover. Hmmmm. We're all ready to go at 8:30 and V is STILL getting ready, Lauren is getting ansty and pretty much tells us to get in the car and V can show up on her own, LMAO. All five of us piled into the car and sped downtown while V was under the impression we were all there still, poor thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I never realized how much Steve and Lauren smoke, they're chain smokers. They were smoking when we left the house, and before they were finished with what they were smoking, they were already lighting up another. Ewwwy. Get to Mothers and didn't have to pay the cover since we happened to slip in when the bouncer wasnt at the door, sa-weet. Find a little nitch at the bar and camp out there, I'm sure the bar tender loved us throughout the night since we were gettin' pretty rowdy. I don't really remember HOW many drinks I had, but all I remember having is a chocolate martini, alotta beers, an Orgasim ( heh ), and more beer. Rob and I bet that he couldnt keep up with me on the drinks....now keep in mind, he's 275 pounds and is 6"4, he should be able to handle his drinks PLUS mine. It was halarious, he'd down a glass with me and say " no more, i'm done for tonight...only water now." then not even 10 minutes later " Want another beer? Cause I want one " with a really dopey....really drunk look. In the end, I beat him by one drink, the Orgasim. Go me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I hit up the bathroom and when I was washing my hands, this one chick was attempting to put her lipstick on......you know when little kids play with lipstick and never actually get it on the lips? Yea, that was this chick....she was WAY plastered. It wasnt like a subtle color either, NEON pink, baby. LOL. I pretty much asked if she needed help and she rubbed it all off on her arm ( classy ) and I drew on the lip stick, bingo bango she was gone. Just about to walk back onto the floor and Lauren rushes in with her and Steves sodas..." HERE! Hold these", hold the drinks and she dumps SO much alcohol into the glasses, it was almost lethal. There's like 20 girls crammed into this bathroom watching us, and one of 'em actually stuck her glass out and said " Wanna share?".....Lauren's classic response " Who gets alcohol while in a bathroom, thats gross". Cute. HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Back on the floor and we're all dancin', V was mackin' on this one dude that dressed like Mr. Moneybags from Monopoly, but he was younge and kinda hot. Apparently she got him to buy drinks, so Lauren cashed in on that....and scampered off with her drink. The guy looks at me and tells me " Well, I guess I paid for your drink" ..." Actually, you paid for THAT chicks drink, I got my own sweety". V stole his top hat and rocked it for most of the night while Lauren was rockin' the masquerade mask. Jenn was the only sober one in the bunch, poor thing. I don't exactly remember WHAT our conversations consisted off, all I remember is laughing alot. There was this dude she kept talking to who was also a DD, and I was like " HE'S HOT, TALK TO HIM" so she did... then like an hour later I see V talking to the same guy.... what do I say? "HE'S HOT, GO FOR IT". lol. I don't care, we were all havin' a blast. Mothers is gettin' packed and we're all dancin', havin' a great time...Rob kept busting ass and blaming it on me, how sexy! When you're drunk, it doesnt really matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Do you know what kinda drunk you are? You know what I mean....happy, sad, horny, flirty... I, myself am a Flirty drunk. I've heard tales about Rob being one of those overly-talkative drunks...which frankly, didn't shock me. Boy, I was wronge. He's a flirty, horny lil' drunk. I was attempting to order drinks at the bar and he's grabbing me by the waist and practically humping me, kissin me on the neck and all kinds of....hornball moves.Poor Jenn, her innocent eyes had to witness that. LOL. I don't mind, the bartender chuckled about it. Gotta love the drunk banters, you get to hear some really interesting stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Midnight struck, balloons from the ceiling were dumped all over the bar and everyone was kissin, got my New Years kiss, everyone is blowing their party favors and Mothers passes around glasses of Champagne. I call Stef and leave her the most obnoxious....drunken message I think I've ever left... I don't even remember what I said, LOL. Did the same with Mark but hopped he had a good lay since that was his goal for the evening. Time to close out the tab and head on home! That in itself was a challenge... trying to round up 5 drunk people is a tash, especially when theres about 300 drunk people in one room. Steve, Lauren, me and Fuzzy ran for the door... I think we accidently left Jenn behind. V was on her own cause I think she was gonna hook up with cute guy that she was making out at Midnight. We're running down the street and Lauren wants Mexican food... and we're runnin' through the pouring ran. Rob's dancing while we're running and I'm just trying to not fall down. Not a shocker that every restraunt is closed at 12:45am , so Rob calls Jenn and asks her to pick us up. While waiting for the car, Lauren is hugging all of us, tells us she loves us and I'm a super awesome chick, when am I moving down cause she wants to hang out with me more...lol. Steve and I both had this look like " WOW, and I thought I was plastered." I love Lauren, she's a really awesome chick but it was just halarious cause she was using me as support to stand since she was wearing highheels. Jenn rolls up and we all pile in the car.... somehow we ended up at a laundry mat for me to use the restroom.... made it home alive. Lauren was dead set on food, so she was attempting to cook. I walk in and ask " what're you doing, just pass out like any other drunk", steve responds with  " We're trying to boil water, we're not being very successful at it"...heh. Rob is tells me to take some multi-vitamines cause it'll help me with my hangover...and I guess I didn't want it so he got me into a headlock and MADE me take it...then shoved bread in my mouth. After that, all I remember is being sprawled out on his bed and him laughing at me. HMM. LOL. Next morning I woke up wearing his t-shirt and my jammy bottoms, I don't know how that happened since I originally was in my bar clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hangovers suck. What's even worse is when you're supposed to work the day after you drink your ass off. HEHEHEH. Rob had to work and I was SUPPOSED to drive him, but there's no way on Gods green earth I was even able to attempt driving him since I was still pretty drunk, even after a few hours of sleep. He wasnt drunk anymore but he had a nasty headache... I on the other hand was still drunk, throbbing headache and wasnt very co-hereint. Gave him my keys and told him not to crash my car or I'll kill him and passed out again. Sexy. Keep in mind, I was supposed to go to Santa Barbara that day and hang out with Dara since I havent seen her in a couple of months... and from the way I was feeling, there was NO way I'd be able to survive that drive. I had to cancel on her and I feel like such an asshole :( In the meantime , like every hour on the hour I'd run into the bathroom then stumble back into the room. Lauren and Steve were chillin' on the couch and would ask me every time they saw me up " wanna watch a movie?"...."ummm...sure, when I'm not getting sick and not nautious.....fa sho"... stumble back into Robs room and sleep. I officially "got up" and was normal again around 3:30 in the afternoon. GOOOO MEEE!! Had a poptart and started watching What Women Want with his roomies then scampered off into the shower...then straight back into jammies again. LOL. T'was a lazy....lazy day. Rob comes home and see's me rockin' the jammies... while Lauren says tells him I'd made more progress than her since she wasn't even showered while I was, we're both in jammies. Run on over to Chille Peppers and get some grub, Jen comes over and we watched Return of the King......again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All in all, had a GREAT New Years other than the fact I got sick, but hey..... it happens. Great people, good times...( good beer -Rob ) and a whole lotta drunken fun. Definitley enjoyed the company :)On that note, time for Fuzzy to get some attention, gotta split&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110469053690476899?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110469053690476899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110469053690476899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2005/01/meeeeeeeemories.html' title='MEEEEEEEEMORIES'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110452762322060630</id><published>2004-12-31T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T15:34:00.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate good times</title><content type='html'>Tonight is the night.... It's New Years Eve and damnit, I'm gonna party my lil' tail off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We were all plannin on gettin' trashed here at the house, but we all came to our senses and decided it'd be more fun with our drunken crew if we all went downtown. Classic. Bringin' the camera with me cause drunk memories only last so long, ya know how it goes. Tonights monkey crew consists of : Lauren, Steve, Fuzzy, Me, V, and whoever else drops on by before we split.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I come back this morning from dropping Fuzzy off at work and Lauren is chillin' on the couch... see's me and sceams " &lt;em&gt;OMG, I LOVE YOUR HAIR&lt;/em&gt;!!" heh.Scared me for a second. Now, most of you know that I usually straighten my hair due to the fact I have fairly curly hair and I dont like rockin' the frizz, espcially since it's been rainin' like a mutha lately. I finally figured how to keep it tamed but have my curls bounce, ::teehee:: So needless to say, I'm rockin' the curls today. I gotta go to the mall and find a pair of low heels to go with my outfit for tonight, wearing a low cut electric blue top and white slacks, need low heel white shoes. I remember seein a pair that Steve Madden had that I loved, so hopefully someone around here will have it. If not, I guess my white flip flops could work. Anyway, time to go shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just noticed when I walk into the dining room, there's a HUGE cardboard tube out there and it has the stench of weed in it. Hmmmm. I guess the guys had an on going party after I went to bed, but now the house wrecks of weed and it's so nasty. Bleh. I'm so glad Rob doesn't do that garbage. On that note, going to go buy lots of booze now, HA!&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/7082394-110452762322060630?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110452762322060630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110452762322060630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/12/celebrate-good-times.html' title='Celebrate good times'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110420791834723966</id><published>2004-12-27T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T20:25:18.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stormy Day Blues</title><content type='html'>    Don't you hate it when you go to bed feeling completely fine and when you wake up the next morning, your SO sick that you can hardly talk? Yea, thats me right now. I woke up with my throat all swollen, couldn't really talk and it hurt so bad to swallow.... not to mention the lovely feeling of vertigo I had. Went to Doc in the Box and sure as shit, I have Strep Throat. &lt;strong&gt;HOW THE HELL DO YOU GET STREP THROAT WITHIN AN 8 HOUR TIME PERIOD???&lt;/strong&gt; The Doc gave me all kinds of medication so I look like I'm hauling around a pharmacy in my purse.... went back home and pretty much passed out on my bed since all of my energy has been sucked from my body. What really sucked was callin' in sick to work and tellin' them I wasnt coming in... and I KNOW it looked bad on my part since they saw me looking just peachy yesterday when Stef came by and we took off and then I call in sick today while I also have tomorrow off. Meh. I'm not lyin'!! I swear!! Meh, I'm sure hoping this anti-biotics kick in fast cause I'm supposed to leave town on Wednesday night and won't be back till next Tuesday...nothing worse than attempting to ring in the New Year while completely under the weather and being miserable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Speaking of weather, I was lovin' it today except for the fact that it completely knocked out our power for the longest time... and I have this little power cell thingy for my computer, and whenever the power goes out, it has this obnoxious beep sound that could wake the dead. I could even hear it from the front of the house in the living room, seish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    One other thing I forgot to mention about yesterday with Stef.... ya gotta love the girl when it comes to bein' a complete putz. We're at the movies and we gather up the usual goodies... soda, candy and she got some pretzels. I never carry cash on me, never. I always pay with my ATM card cause if I have cash, I'll blow it way to fast.... so we wait in this insanely long line and it's finally my turn to pay for my goodies.... come to find out that they don't accept ATM even if it has the little MasterCard logo on it.... and it just SO happened that their ATM machine was busted so I couldnt pull money out of there. That pissed me off, but what can I do, ya know? So Stef is a few people behind me and I tell her whats going on... she got the same "deer in headlight" look as I did since she only had a few bucks on her, but it wasnt enough to pay for the pretzels and soda. Know what the girl does? She inhales the pretzels. It was so hectic in the movie food line that no one noticed her eating the pretzels while in line so by the time she got to the counter to pay, all she had left was a soda, which she was able to afford and get mine as well. I almost died laughing cause Stef had this look of pain since she just shoved all the pretzels down and her stomach was killin' her, all the while it seemed to be my fault she ate them that fast, LOL. Go figure. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110420791834723966?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110420791834723966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110420791834723966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/12/stormy-day-blues.html' title='Stormy Day Blues'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110412354658116064</id><published>2004-12-26T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T20:59:06.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitation!!!</title><content type='html'>    Ya never realize how feisty some people can be when it comes to a 10% off additional coupon. Honestly, some people are mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MIDGIT VISITED ME :) yay!!! Did some damage in the mall, bought myself a new jacket which is really comfy. Went to the movies and saw..... &lt;strong&gt;MEET THE FOCKERS&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh. My. Gawd. That movie is hilarious. I'm definitly gonna go see that a second time. Went back on over to the mall and Stef bought Darin a t-shirt that had a tattoo design on it that kinda looks like his tat. Toodled on back to Salinas where she got to meet Waldie and Ozzy. Oh yea, and I knocked the fuck outta my head on the garage door so hard I almost hit the floor..... all the while, Stef is laughing her head off and about to piss her pants. Thanks, asshole. Headed on over to Target since she NOW decided to buy Ryan ( Darin's lil' bro ) his Christmas present. When it comes to parking spot claiming.... it all comes down to who gets there faster. Stef found a spot thats in the very front of the store, and put her lil' blinker on to stake her claim. Some dude hauls ass around the corner and tries taking the spot. Na-unh. Doesn't work like that. Stef just hits the gas and takes the spot . Needless to say, when we came out we made sure there wasnt any key marks on the paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We're lookin' around in the store and I go down an aisle when I hear scream " OH MY GOD, ERIKA. COME HERE!!!", but it's in one of those tones where it sounds like a fake happy kinda excitement. Turn the corner and it's this chick we used to know from highschool, Erin. Erin is.......something else. For the record, she's been engadged .... from what I remember, 3 times now and catches us up on anyone and everyone we possibly know about whose married, whose knocked up and whose doing what. Under normal circumstances, I'd care....but not in this case. It was just entertaining as hell watching Stef grin with this painfull look on her face while she was talking to Erin. Overall, it was pretty obvious that we wern't all that interested in talking... but for some reason, Stef lost all mental functions and gave Erin her number.... best part was when we were walking away....  " Did you give her your actual number, or a fake one...?" " SHIT. I really gave her my number, DAMNIT!!". heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I picked up a new sqeaky for the dogs which they destroyed within' 2 minutes of giving it to them ::sigh:: and I bought the first season of Nip/Tuck. YAY! In other news, Mark decides to grace me with his precense by calling me. We're talking about our plans for New Years and he gets all embarressed about what he's got going on..... &lt;em&gt;Mr. White Chocolate &lt;/em&gt;is renting a room for the evenin' with some chick he met like a week ago and is ringin' in the new year in his birthday suit while under the covers. HMMM. Go maaaaaark, Go marrrrrrk.  Heh. It's funny listening to him cause he gets all flustered since he gets all shy about sex. HHAHAHAAA. I love it. Mark, you my boy! Ok, I'm gonna go watch some Nip/Tuck and head off to la la land, laters! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110412354658116064?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110412354658116064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110412354658116064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/12/visitation.html' title='Visitation!!!'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110403089907687490</id><published>2004-12-25T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T19:16:07.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=4 width=200px&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffcccc align=center&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size:18pt;'&gt;How to make a Erika&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=white&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size:12pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts competetiveness&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 part courage&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 part instinct&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#ffffcc&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size:12pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Method:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Add a little sadness if desired!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;form method="POST" action="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;input type=submit value="How do you make a 'you'?"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Personality cocktail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110403089907687490?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110403089907687490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110403089907687490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/12/how-to-make-erika-ingredients-3-parts.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110399656820044800</id><published>2004-12-25T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T09:42:48.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas..... is you :)</title><content type='html'>Tis' a very &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You know it's Christmas when you have weiner dogs running around the house sportin' reindeer antlers and have a collar that has christmas lights all over it and it twinkles. Yes, we're dorks but thats how this house works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Got some really great stuff... I'm surprised how many pajama's I got though, LOL. Apparently I'm supposed to sleep more? Hmmmmm.. Got the book I wanted so I'll be lost in that for a while ( Yes, I can actually read... isnt' that amazing? ), a good chunk of cash along with some other things. I know my dad bought me a printer but he's hiding it in the garage and thinks I don't know about it. Silly man, I'll just let him believe I dont know. BUT! It's really cool and I like it, especially cause it's jet black has has little &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blue LED's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on it. As long as it's cool looking and has blue lights, its perfect. Speaking of perfect, I really wish Rob was here, but he's in Bakes with his family. Wah. I'll be with him for New Years, so atleast I have that to look forward to, &lt;em&gt;Merry Christmas babe&lt;/em&gt;! :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Not only is today a lazy day where I get to sleep in and relax, but it's overhaul day on my room. Overall, I'm gonna bum around and try not to keep injurying myself since I'm old and my bones are cracking and I've been feelin' really run down from work...... whee! Sent Pammy a Christmas text and kinda left it at that since I didnt wanna call and make things awkward since I know what's goin' on today. Hope &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; there has an awesome Christmas :) On that note, I'm outty. Peace everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110399656820044800?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110399656820044800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110399656820044800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-you.html' title='All I want for Christmas..... is you :)'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110387070983486038</id><published>2004-12-23T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T22:45:09.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh?</title><content type='html'>Strange.....but hell, who cares       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ok, I'm sure all of you remember my OH so loveable hatred of this evil woman from my work as I refer to as " The Bitch", all the time. She's never....ever nice to me no matter how friggin' nice I am..... I eventually wised up after a year of working with her that she's never gonna be nice or civil to anyone. Well I started my lovely 6:30am shift this morning and whose my partner for the day? Thats right folks! HER!!! ::sigh:: I swear, Santa must've come during the night and kicked the shit outta her and smothered her with happy thoughts cause she was WAY perky and nice. I work with this woman and we havent talked for atleast 8 months....no lie. Today she comes and is little Miss Chatter Box and is all giggly and happy with me. Now, did I miss something? HMMMM. Either way, all of us were a little frightend by her cause we didn't know if it was some sorta trick or she was actually slap happy friendly. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Christmas Eve is tomorrow and I haven't even done my Christmas shopping yet! AGHHH!! Go meeeee, go meeeee! Actually, I already bought Rob his present and gave it to him, LMAO. Yea, I just can't seem to wait for Christmas when it comes to giving gifts. Not only that but I already know what he's giving me. All I gotta do now is hit up Home Depot for my dad's stuff then I dont know what the hell I'm doing for my mom. Honestly, she's the hardest person to shop for.....so picky. I know what she got me since I was there when she bought it :: teehee!!:: I got a pretty Diamond pendant, SO pretty. I was getting either that or a Tanzanite ring... rather have the pendant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Count down till vacation time, then I get to hide out in SLO Town for almost a week, can't hardly wait. I feel like I'm gonna combust or something cause &lt;em&gt;I miss Fuzzy&lt;/em&gt; and it's like time is dragging. Ugghhhh. Honestly, that guy makes me feel like a million bucks... just very attentive and likes to spend time together while shootin' the breeze. Cookin' with that guy is definetly interestin' ;) Can't wait!! Ringin' in the new year and gettin' my drink on with some kick ass people.... couldn't get any better.  I miss Lauren, Steve and V..... they're so cute when they told Rob they missed me cause I'm like one of the housemates and I'm MIA :D I'm loved. yay! Ok, headin' to bed since I gotta be up at 4am since Macys' feels the need to have me there at 5:45am. ICK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyway, much love to ya'll whose readin' my lil' bloggy still and hope everyone has a very &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt; and any other kind religion stuff you celebrate. Kizzes and hugs, Peace! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110387070983486038?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110387070983486038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110387070983486038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/12/meh.html' title='Meh?'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110373730102229787</id><published>2004-12-22T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T09:41:41.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slightly Irritated</title><content type='html'>    Just gonna rant for a second since I havent posted anything that's actually readable lately.....and I've been gettin' emailed about posting new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt; ALRIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;. Its a lil' irritating when you call a friend....several times during the week and they never return your phone call. It's even more irritating when they only call you when it involves some drama that's going on in their life that was completely blown out of proportion and the whole topic of conversation revolves around them....and once they run outta oxygen to spew their lifes events, they fall off the face of the planet for another two weeks at a time. Friends normally make time for other people in their lifes..... oh lets just say, other friends and people you normally hang out with for down time. Best of all, I &lt;em&gt;LOOOOOOOOOOOVE&lt;/em&gt; when someone gets all huffy and pissed off at me cause they know they're being a jerkoff for blowin' me off and I put 'em in their place. Just the thought of it makes me giggle. Overall. I'm not a fair weather friend to you, so don't be one to me. Try to be a little considerate of how I bend over backwards to help you out when you call me sobbing about stuff and all I ask for is 2 hours of your time to hang out without the guys. If thats too much to ask, then don't bother calling me anymore. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Countin' down till movin' day. YAY! I practically live in SLO anyway since I'm there 3 or 4 days a week and I come back here for "business". Next week I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;VACATION TIME FOR NEW YEARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! WOO HOO!!! I'll probably start moving some stuff down then since I'll be outta town for almost a week ::giggle:: Anyway, gotta run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110373730102229787?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110373730102229787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110373730102229787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/12/slightly-irritated.html' title='Slightly Irritated'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110334808529700935</id><published>2004-12-17T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T21:38:52.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have GOT to get me some of these!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1.  Tie balloons to car.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2.  Drive like a bat out of hell.&lt;br /&gt;Step 3.  Watch people freak out!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/83/1480/640/Balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/83/1480/320/Balloons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110334808529700935?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110334808529700935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110334808529700935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-have-got-to-get-me-some-of-these.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110322010118917390</id><published>2004-12-16T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T10:01:41.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's official. Scooter #2 is dead :(    *sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110322010118917390?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110322010118917390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110322010118917390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-official.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110281163923860990</id><published>2004-12-11T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T16:33:59.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*~*HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FUZZY!!!*~* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110281163923860990?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110281163923860990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110281163923860990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-birthday-fuzzy.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110281112455991263</id><published>2004-12-11T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T16:26:59.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wer hat gesagt, dass ich einen Übersetzer benutzt habe? Ich kann viele Dinge innerhalb sechs Monaten lernen. Übrigens habe ich &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;purpur&lt;/span&gt;, nicht &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;rosafarben&lt;/span&gt; benutzt ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110281112455991263?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110281112455991263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110281112455991263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/12/wer-hat-gesagt-dass-ich-einen.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110273113419567426</id><published>2004-12-10T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T18:12:14.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's nice to see that some people never grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;konzentrieren Sie nicht auf die Vergangenheit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110273113419567426?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110273113419567426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110273113419567426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-nice-to-see-that-some-people-never.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110258055099036834</id><published>2004-12-09T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T00:22:30.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spin Cycle with a side of crash test dummy please......thank you. </title><content type='html'>"He's one lucky S.O.B."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So I'm on the phone with Rob on Saturday night while he's driving back home from Los Angeles since he spent the whole day with his family at Knott's Berry Farm. The poor guy got up at like 4am I believe that morning so he was pretty damn tired.... and he STARTED heading back to SLO from LA around 10pm. I hit the sack around 11 since I was pretty tired also since I got up early that morning because I worked at 5:45am. I woke up Sunday morning and there's 2 voicemails....one from 1:35am and another at 2:30am. In my mind, I figured it was Stef and something happened again at the bar with Darin, so I was kinda not really in a hurry to hear the message. Well shit. I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Rob fell asleep at the wheel while hitting the outskirts of Santa Maria and flipped his car..........three times. I guess he fell asleep and right as two of the wheels hit the dirt near the center divider, he woke up.... grabbed the wheel....over corrected the car and it shot him across the 2 lanes and slammed him into the hill and flipped his car end over end 3 times till it came to rest on the wheels. Not a single freaking scratch on him. Not even a bruise. SO damn lucky. Plus, if his car would've gone about 100 feet further, his car would've flipped over the bridge that was right infront of him. That's some scarey shit right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm listening to his messages and I'm completely horrified that happened to him. I finally get ahold of him and he's just not sounded like a happy camper ( well shit, who would after that?!? ). Pretty much wants some company so I go into work, literally work for a half an hour and head to SLO to keep him company and make sure he's alright. I get there and recieve the biggest hug I think I've ever got in my life.... I think it really meant alot to him that I dropped everything I was doing to come down and see him. Pretty much relaxed, took things really easy..... out of that whole thing, he ended up with a sore back. Thats it. No cuts or bruises.... he was even stunned nothing else happened to him. Other than having dirt thrown all over him since his back windshield was destroyed and when the car was flipping, alot of dirt was being thrown through that and all over the interior of the car and all over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Overall, I'm SO glad he's alright and didn't end up in the hospital. Poor baby scooter is totalled and Rob is still waiting to find out whats gonna be done about it. Not only that, but this all happened a week before his birthday, so that's pretty shitty too :(  ( By the way babe, since I'll be down the day after your birthday, I'll make it up to you and we'll go have some fun ) Best news is, he's not dead. I don't know, I could never wish something like that upon anyone...no matter how mad or pissed off I am at 'em, even my worst enemy... that shit scared me to death and I don't ever wanna lose anyone like that, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    In other news; I really like Rob's roomies. Lauren and Steve are halarious when they're " sleeping" and V is great to talk to when we're both running around the kitchen talking about my Rob and her Rob. It's gotten to the point where Lauren asks me " When are you coming back? Soon right? " yay, I'm loved. Not only that, but they're getting a christmas tree...actually, today ..LOL.... and they wanted me to help decorate it. &lt;em&gt;AWWWW&lt;/em&gt;. I'll be back in 4 days guys! SOOOO FUNNY, Me, Rob and V were sittin' on the couch and talking about birthdays.... V thought I was younger than 22 and she thought Rob was almost 30, HAHAHAHAHA ( sorry babe ) while she's only 4 days older than Rob. &lt;snicker&gt; All the while V....to me atleast...looks like she's 20 while she's actually 24. Youth is a wonderful thing :D.... oh yea....Rob... &lt;strong&gt;"SCHNOO SCHNOO!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110258055099036834?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110258055099036834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110258055099036834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/12/spin-cycle-with-side-of-crash-test.html' title='Spin Cycle with a side of crash test dummy please......thank you. 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Take care. See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110085206009522250?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110085206009522250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110085206009522250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/11/packin-up-and-moving-onto-bigger-and.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110082718460004002</id><published>2004-11-18T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T23:14:17.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Stef*</title><content type='html'>You're an awesome friend, thanks :) &lt;a href="http://www.suvlaki1.blogspot.com"&gt;::hugs::&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110082718460004002?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110082718460004002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110082718460004002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/11/stef.html' title='*Stef*'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110079771832723599</id><published>2004-11-18T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T09:08:38.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*~*It's a beautiful day*~*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110079771832723599?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110079771832723599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110079771832723599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-beautiful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110071443519050152</id><published>2004-11-17T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T10:00:35.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's why Hayden rocks....he's able to put a funny spin on everything. Especially about all this blogging crap. ::hugs::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I propose that all of the bickering and dissing that is done on blogs from now on be done in the form of a rhyming rap song. I will then proceed to trick you all into signing the lyrics over to me and I will perform them and my rap career will skyrocket. Also, if my rap career never works out, I think you guys should still do it. It will make you all much cooler."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110071443519050152?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110071443519050152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110071443519050152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/11/heres-why-hayden-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110071403676204408</id><published>2004-11-17T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T10:10:39.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is what its come to</title><content type='html'>Ryan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She has never held back (from what I can tell) or been civil towards me, and I'm tired of affording her the luxury."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh trust me Ryan, I've held back more than you'd ever know..... not to mention the fact that you were pretty two faced and a coward.... I've actually talked to Rob about you..I've been nice and civil actually, said you were great throughout the whole relationship then at the end....explained what you did . He's mature enough to come to his own conclusions of how you are, your response &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on his site when it came to immature remarks as &lt;em&gt;"you may be inlove (gag)"&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;"my hot big tittied girlfriend is waiting for me on my bed,"&lt;/em&gt; settles his thoughts on you. Sorry, but that set yourself up to look like a dick. Bravo. I'm being nice when I say I'm happy for you and Akshata, I COULD BE a bitch and say some shit, but it's not worth it. I know you're happy with her and I'm happy with Rob. Let's leave it at that and stop this stupid ass bickering and mud slinging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To make threats for the sake of his girl. You don't have to explain why you did it. I know Erika put you up to it. I know it probably got her very wet. Mission accomplished."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::claps:: Sorry darlin', that was his own doing. I had no part in that. Correct me if I'm wrong, but don't you normally defend someone you care about....oh yea, if you guys read it closely, he was making an analogy about the whole God thing. And here you guys are in COLLEGE. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"You don't know her better. Do you want to know how I know? You are still with her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, fuck you. You didn't seem to mind being with me. Oh thats right, you're a huge liar that whole time we were together. It's funny, when you're WITH someone...you don't have any negative thoughts towards them, but after the fact along with friends opinions and everything, that person turns out to be the worst thing ever. Funny. Akshata will see for herself how you really are too my dear, so I'm not worried when it comes to you making stabs at me and how I am. I put up with alot of your issues too....I could go on and on with that one. But I'll "hold back" and show you that luxury this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For all we know you hate the fact he is gay. And from the way you talk you sure make is seem like you do, in fact, hate gays."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tisk tisk Ryan. You know me better than that. YOU of all people know that I don't hate gays. I just hate Justin, not cause he's gay :D. I have a gay uncle ::gasp:: and I don't hate him. I believe gays have the right to get married like man and woman. They should be allowed to do alot of things and I don't think it's right that Bush ( and doesnt Justin LIKE Bush?) thinks that Gays shouldn't be allowed to marry since it infringes on the sanctity of marriage. You know I never had a problem with Gays, I always liked meeting Justins boyfriends, talking to them and what not. I dont think I ever came across hating gays. Ever. Justin plays dirty and knows I won't stoop to his level.....well now I am. If anything Ryan, think back to alot of the shit you've said about Justins homo-sexuality and then try tell ME that I hate Gays. Hypacrit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Maybe you should let Erika bicker her own bicker matches."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for your Evil Wolf. You're grown up enough to comment for yourself,not have Justin be your public speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"for the record, just because you didn't say the quote doesn't mean that you bear no responsibility for publicly publishing it. So even if you didn't say that quote (which im sure you did say it), you endorsed it by posting it, which means you agree with it. Bigot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even said to blame me for it since I had enough common sense to post it. I don't regret posting it. I didn't make that comment although I'm positive you'll think other wise. Either way, I'm painted to look like a bitch, OH WELL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This bickering bullshit needs to stop. I never would've thought you and I would've pretty much grown to hate one another, but thats life I suppose. I'm happy for you and Akshata and I'm being genuine when I say that. I expect the same from you when it comes to Rob and I but I doubt I'll have that since you did make the remark "(GAG)". Maturity level shows. Either way, I wish you the best of luck when it comes to all the stuff you're gonna have to deal with in life. I don't want this issue to effect the friendship I have with your mom, you know how much she means to me. Overall, best of wishes and no hard feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You play rough so expect it in return. Sorry, but thats life. What do you expect when you attack me on a daily basis &lt;strong&gt;OVER STUPID SHIT&lt;/strong&gt;? It gets old. It's annoying and I'm not gonna take it anymore. I don't hate you cause your Gay, I just hate you in general. Tisk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2x4 eh? Now from what I remember, Rob didn't mention anything PHYSICAL when it came to hurting the guys. He was speaking on a mental level....verbal level. Come on now Adam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what to really say to you, lol. Overall, you're the nice one outta the bunch.&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/7082394-110071403676204408?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110071403676204408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110071403676204408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-this-is-what-its-come-to.html' title='So this is what its come to'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110057751180335120</id><published>2004-11-15T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T19:58:31.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;*Two Wolves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old man was teaching his grandson about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A fight is going on inside me," he said to the boy. "It's a terrible fight and it is between two wolves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is Evil- he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other is Good- she is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This same fight is going on inside of you and inside every other person,too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandson thought about it for a minute then asked his grandfather,"Which wolf will win?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man simply replied,"The one you feed."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110057751180335120?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110057751180335120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110057751180335120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/11/two-wolves-old-man-was-teaching-his.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110050289026522732</id><published>2004-11-14T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T23:22:39.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Well...he's not that well bred since he is GAY after all....HMMMMM..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love that fact that someone has the galls to say that my Aunt always has something to say....yet &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE'S THE ONE WHO NEVER SHUTS UP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110050289026522732?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110050289026522732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110050289026522732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/11/well.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110033684899764041</id><published>2004-11-13T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T01:07:28.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Remember when someone annoys you, it takes 42 muscles in your face to frown, but it only takes four to extend your arm and bitch-slap them upside the head"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man oh man do I wanna flex those 4 muscles right now.....but that'd be wasting energy on people who don't deserve my attention in any shape or form. Rather put my energy into other things that'll make me happier and healthier in the long run....as for those people; you need to grow up and stop trying to hurt me, it's only proving to people out there that you guys TRUELY are... raging....immature assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110033684899764041?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110033684899764041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110033684899764041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/11/remember-when-someone-annoys-you-it.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110033170047024018</id><published>2004-11-12T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T23:41:40.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yea, I forgot to blog about one of the bestest movies. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Incredibles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kicks a whole lotta ass, especially the short story thats before the main movie with the jack-a-lope. Can't wait for Pixar's new movie thats coming out, Cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110033170047024018?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110033170047024018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110033170047024018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/11/oh-yea-i-forgot-to-blog-about-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110032456085238731</id><published>2004-11-12T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T21:59:17.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people just don't know when to shut the fuck up</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;***SIGH***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I've never done anything to prevent someone from doing something. They're grown up and can do whatever they want... besides, how could I have stopped him anyway if I wasn't physically there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, I don't think muscle cars and classic rock are my lifes passions although I did grow up around those things and I extremely enjoy them, not to mention the fact that my dad was a mechanic for 25 years and always had me in the shop with him when he worked on 'em. But hey, you know me better than myself, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of lambs and penguins hunh? I dont remember purchasing that many lambs to put Seimans sheep herd on the "missing in action" list....or enough penguins to leave the Arctic lookin' a little penguin-less. Sure, I bought 2 or 3 over a 3 year period. Who the fuck cares? As if he didn't overkill me on the hedgehogs? Shesh. Come on now... but hey, lets not forget that YOU gave me a picture frame with a picture of YOURSELF in it. Shit. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the screen name, I didnt make that cause of him....shiiiiit. I was bored that day and was making up random screen names. Lil' ego maniac arn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOH yea, as for the "nothing positive ever comes outta her mouth" comment. Practice what you preach buddy. Self evaluate and get back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the new gf thing. I'm happy for him as I'm pretty sure he's happy for me. So what was the point of saying she's got big titties and she's hot? Is physical stuff all that matters? I've seen what she looks like, remember? I've met her incase you forgot. Anyway, good for Ryan. To each their own. Don't be petty and childish by bashing me on my boyfriends site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems you got some major issues with me.... don't know why. Don't really care. You can't keep using the " he's my best friend" excuse anymore...doesn't really matter. I haven't talked to Ryan nor desire to speak to him. Not hatin', just don't want him in my life. Simple as that. Stop attacking me, I don't attack him and his relationship. I don't attack how he handles things. I dont attack him. Period. I don't sick my friends on him. They KNOW to stay out of it. I guess you just dont have that common sense or self control to refrain from sticking your foot in your mouth. Oh well. I can't help what Rob said, that's how he feels. I'm not apologizing for it. And I'm not apologizing for what I said. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/83/1480/640/penguim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/83/1480/320/penguim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh looky here...looks like I missed one! Damn Aquarium beat me to him.... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110032456085238731?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110032456085238731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110032456085238731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/11/some-people-just-dont-know-when-to.html' title='Some people just don&apos;t know when to shut the fuck up'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110018905155358871</id><published>2004-11-11T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T08:04:11.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midget</title><content type='html'>You need to blog. You must. Your site is rather boring since it hasn't been updated. Uuuuuuuuuuup date it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110018905155358871?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110018905155358871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110018905155358871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/11/midget.html' title='Midget'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-110010335010827356</id><published>2004-11-10T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T08:15:50.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In everyone's life at some time&lt;br /&gt;our inner fire goes out.&lt;br /&gt;It is then burst into flame&lt;br /&gt;by an encounter with another human being.&lt;br /&gt;We should all be thankful for those people&lt;br /&gt;who rekindle the inner spirit.   ~ Albert Schweitzer&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-110010335010827356?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110010335010827356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/110010335010827356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/11/in-everyones-life-at-some-time-our.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109951732631956455</id><published>2004-11-03T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T23:28:57.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;:-0</title><content type='html'>I swear..... I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't. I can't friggin' WIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109951732631956455?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109951732631956455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109951732631956455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/11/0.html' title='&gt;:-0'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109950965640510096</id><published>2004-11-03T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T11:20:56.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yea... I found this cool site : &lt;a href="http://www.neighborhoodies.com"&gt;www.neighborhoodies.com&lt;/a&gt; ... already have mine designed and everything :D Cuuuuuuuuuute-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109950965640510096?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109950965640510096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109950965640510096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/11/oh-yea.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109950927433620483</id><published>2004-11-03T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T11:14:34.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*George Dub-ya*~*</title><content type='html'>    Shitty, I wanted Kerry to win....yea... I said it. No political fights as to why I wanted Kerry!! :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Oh lets see...it's the time again where I get sick..and whyyyyyyy is it that time? Oh thats right....MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW!!! Grrrrr. I left work early yesterday cause of it...and I called in sick today and my boss isnt happy with me. I can't really blame her since it's a coencidence that i'm sick and i have 4 days vacation starting tomorrow. But I really am sick!!! :( Make the pain just go away.... wah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Cool news is, I get to check a place out tomorrow in SLO that I might be getting since Smurfs roommate is being a pain in the ass. Besides, Smurf is thinking about moving anyway and I'm not eager to move to where she wants to go...sorry, but I like living next to the ocean or somewhat near it, not in a town thats hot as hell most of the time ::hugs:: In other news, I get to go to Bakersfield this weekend since Rob wants to go see his momma and he's bringin' me along for the ride. Should be pretty fun, but I'm kinda nervous cause it's meeting a whole new family and all.........................and I have to go to church on Sunday....... Ehhhhh...we'll see how well I do with that ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hey, is Tarpy's any good? I'm supposed to go there tomorrow with my Grammy for Lunch and I've never been there before... always hear about it, but never actually been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109950927433620483?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109950927433620483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109950927433620483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/11/george-dub-ya.html' title='*~*George Dub-ya*~*'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109929349469129068</id><published>2004-10-31T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T23:18:14.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Better*</title><content type='html'>    You know when you take a deep breath and you release the air from your lungs slowly.....whatever it was that was bothering you seems to just vanish? I love that feeling. It has that calming effect and just lets you completely mellow out about whatever it is thats on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Another really great feeling is knowing you have people standing behind you and all the choices you make, completely supportive of anything and everything. Random blog.... I know. But I truely appreciate the people I have in my life and I love 'em more than words can possibly ever express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109929349469129068?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109929349469129068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109929349469129068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/better.html' title='*Better*'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109923521523537081</id><published>2004-10-31T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T07:06:55.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!! :D</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, hope ya'll have an awesome Halloween and I hope ya'll remembered to set your clocks back :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109923521523537081?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109923521523537081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109923521523537081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-halloween-d.html' title='HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!! :D'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109911105743772118</id><published>2004-10-29T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T21:46:01.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scratch N Sniff</title><content type='html'>My mom is so entertaining....she actually bought hair conditioner for the dogs and it smells like Strawberries and Cream. Not only are my dogs fat little presto logs, but they're fluffy and silky clean.....and they smell like Life Savers Creme Savers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEA!! NO JAIL FOR ME!!! Come to find out my Jury group wasnt needed and I'm in the clear. ::whew:: I was really freakin' out today when I went to the court house. It shouldn't surprise me, but my mom knows the lady thats the Jury Commissioner and she actually called her ahead of time and told the her to scare me by telling me I'm gonna to jail for 60 days for not attending the jury summons......evil, pure evil I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU VERIZON!!! *MUAH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally.....FINALLY got my new phone today. THANK GOD. I did the official " beat the shit outta your old phone " ritual ( thanks to the verizon dude giving me the idea ). I got a brand spankin' new &lt;a href="http://www.verizonwireless.com/b2c/store/phonePopup?item=phoneFirst&amp;phoneId=1575"&gt;LG VX6100 &lt;/a&gt;....so cool! Now I dont have to mess around with the damn charger anymore like I did with my old one...it took forever to get the charger prongs to connect in the phone since they were worn out I guess. The cool thing is.... this phone comes with a house charger, car chager, head set, belt clip AND leather case....you dont have to buy all that junk individually. I know...simple minds, simple pleasures. If you put up with my fuckin' phone, you'd see why I'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count down till 22......... Damn, 22 makes me feel old :-\ I know Robs gonna gimme  hell for saying that since he's 2 years older than me and his birthday is a lil over a month after me..... mauahahahahahaaa :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109911105743772118?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109911105743772118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109911105743772118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/scratch-n-sniff.html' title='Scratch N Sniff'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109902689464208145</id><published>2004-10-28T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T22:14:54.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAAAAAAAAAAAMNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTT</title><content type='html'>Fuck. I totally forgot I had Jury Duty yesterday :( I'm in deep do do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109902689464208145?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109902689464208145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109902689464208145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/daaaaaaaaaaamnnnnnnnniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.html' title='DAAAAAAAAAAAMNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTT'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109902364008660721</id><published>2004-10-28T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T21:40:49.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah.....blah....blah.....</title><content type='html'>You stepped outta line for what you said and I guess I'm a bitch for moving on with my life...ok.. I can live with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for happy stuff..... my dad is so awesome. He gave me my birthday present early :) It's so pretty, hehehehehehee. And it's something I can actually use....amazin' isnt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long day at work, overall this week I've done $24,000 in sales....$14k of it alone was from today. Whee!! Thats gonna be an awesome commission check...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I think it's bed time for me. Hey Fuzzy....did you need to use them brake lights after all hun? ;)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109902364008660721?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109902364008660721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109902364008660721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/blahblahblah.html' title='Blah.....blah....blah.....'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109893458923876720</id><published>2004-10-27T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T20:46:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked &amp; Loaded</title><content type='html'>Justin, I've moved on. So why don't you? Stop taking shots at me on my site and bringing up old topics that obviously don't matter anymore. I'm with Rob and I'm happy with him while Ryan's happy with Akshata. Simple as that. What does it matter to you when it comes to what I'm doing with Rob? That's right.... you shouldn't care so why do you feel the need to make it a point to single out that I'm having sex with him...? I'm an adult and I can do what I want....and you of all people shouldn't be making comments about my choices...ever heard the phrase " the pot calling the kettle black?". Also, I'm glad you find it necessary to throw things back in my face when it's not even relevant anymore when it comes to past statements that I've made. Seems like you want some type of attention by trying to stir shit up with me. As &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; would put it "Build a fucking bridge and get over it". Take care,leave me alone and let me live my life without your shrewd comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109893458923876720?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109893458923876720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109893458923876720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/locked-loaded.html' title='Locked &amp; Loaded'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109886176751636973</id><published>2004-10-27T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T00:29:01.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Verloren in Ihren Augen</title><content type='html'>I want it to be November 4th already... not just cause it's my birthday, but cause I wanna be back with Rob, Smurf and everyone else............!!! Most entertaining thing during my visit....Fuzzy bustin' out with the British accent, when he's not even drunk.... while in the middle of some interesting conversation, LMAO. Too cute hun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right when I got off of work yesterday, I went home and got ready to head to SLO.... really didn't feel like going to Paso and getting drunk cause I just wanted to relax and enjoy some downtime. I get into town and meet up with Rob at Jenns place ( his best friend ). Kinda funny cause when Stef originally was gonna move to SLO, there was a house she and I were planning on moving into.....Jenns place is RIGHT across the street from it. Ahhh, memories. Met her and some other guy whose name escapes me ( sorry Rob! ), they both seemed really nice...stayed there for a while till Rob and I both looked really tired...so we headed back over to his casa. Popped in Starship Troopers and tried watching it, lol. We pretty much talked most of the time and spent some good ol' quality time together which I really enjoyed alot. Really......really... enjoyed ;) All I can say is.... Rob heard me say something and I'm sure he'll never let me hear the end of it. But hey, atleast I said something really good and we were both able to get a kick outta it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning with a complete sense of happiness and snuggled in bed for the LONGEST time. Never felt so lazy....lol. So worth it though...pillow talk, ahhhh... Went to Applebee's and from there Rob introduced me to Gottchalks ( is that how you spell it? )... cool lil' store, kinda reminded me of Macys. Went shopping at Bed, Bath and Beyond and also Cost Plus, found some cute things but ran outta time cause Mr. Mark called me and reminded me it's time to go shoot stuff. Whee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob took me over to the shooting range and we all ended up doing some shooting. I did pretty well except for I managed to cut my thumb on the gun while I was firing at the target....and the shells kept hitting me, lol. Rob was nice enough to rub off the gun powder from my face since one of the shells nailed me in the forehead....and another one got me on my throat and actually kinda scroched me since it was really hot. Meh. Women with guns...kinda scarey thought ;) Spend a good amount of time there and then went back to Robs house, I crashed for about an hour and got ready to go back home. Had some dinner with him which I thought would take 20 minutes, but ended up almost an hour and a half. It was pretty obvious I didnt wanna go home, I hate it here and I'm MUCH happier being in Grover/SLO. Dropped Rob back at his house and toodled on back to Salinas......I miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissssssss Rob :( Can I have a hug? Hey babe, we'll read some more of those books when I come back next week ;)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I'm having Smurfy withdrawls... I didnt even get to see Stef while I was down, lol. HOW SHITTY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109886176751636973?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109886176751636973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109886176751636973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/verloren-in-ihren-augen.html' title='Verloren in Ihren Augen'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109875661943501847</id><published>2004-10-25T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T19:10:19.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stef......Smurfy......Midget.....</title><content type='html'>I sense some frumpiness from the lil' one.....you knoooooooooooooooooow I love ya hun and I always look forward to hangin' out with ya! :) But thanks for calling me at work and cussing me out for not mentioning you in my Blog, LMAO. Brat :-p By the way Stef, wanna come with Mark and I to the shooting range? Rob, your more than invited too hun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109875661943501847?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109875661943501847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109875661943501847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/stefsmurfymidget.html' title='Stef......Smurfy......Midget.....'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109868871612727053</id><published>2004-10-25T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T00:18:36.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeemories</title><content type='html'>    Long story short. I was late for work cause there was an accident and I had to double back all the way to Salinas and take a different route to Monterey. Work was slow but I made some good sales. Lunch time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So I'm walking to the music store during my lunch break and I was actually thinking about Pammy...and I really miss her..... then I looked up and I saw her coming out of the nail salon. It kinda didnt click that was her....like my brain didnt register it. I missed her so much. SO much. Got a hug and talked to her.....and just talked for a while. I already spent my hour lunch with my co-workers and it was time to go back....but since I ran into Pammy, I ended up talking to her for another hour.. lol. 2 hour lunch for me, whee!! Overall, she and I caught up on alot of things....cleared some stuff up as to why I kinda fell off the radar for a while and layed low...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    All I can really say is... Pam is such an awesome person, not only that...but she's a great mom. I really.....really really wish I had a mom like her. Plain and simple. We all know Pam and Dave kick a whole lotta ass...no denying it. Sure at times...parents don't seem that awesome, but those two have always been there for me no matter what. Pam especially. Daves awesome...dont get me wronge...but I bonded with Pam alot more. She's able to listen to me and just take in everything I have to talk about, supportive about whatever and isnt biased about anything. Lump sum....she's an awesome person and I'm glad she and I are still going to be friends, she's a huge part of my life and I'd really be devestated if I lost her completely. Oh by the way... Hi Pammy :) Hope you like my site! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    In other news.... I can't wait to get off work tomorrow so I can go see Rob. I just kinda wanna be a lazy ass and just chill with him and watch a movie...make some dinner together and just relax. I'm sure it won't work out that way, but hey....whatever happens will be an awesome time. Oh yea!! I get to go to the shooting range with Mark on Tuesday! Wheeeeeee!! SO cant wait. I need to improve on my aim but my glasses are being a pain in the ass right now...they're givin' me little headaches. Ok...time for bed. The sooner I go to sleep...the sooner I'll get to work and get that over with and then I can go see Rob :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109868871612727053?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109868871612727053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109868871612727053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeemories.html' title='Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeemories'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109850955295711236</id><published>2004-10-22T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T22:32:32.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accidentally In ____</title><content type='html'>    Here I am...minding my own business and Stef calls me. She knows I'm off yesterday and she nags me about visiting. That damn Smurf is relentless. Keep in mind...she's asking me at 2 in the afternoon to come down..... and I had work today at 9:15am. Hmmmmm..........is it really a good idea? Sure, why not. Besides, Stef needed my best friend companionship for some fun stuff so being the good friend I am... got changed and rode on down and met her in Santa Maria for all that fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Met up with Smurf, had some best friend bonding time....then went to the mall and got some cute earrings for my outfit ...Stef wanted to get a new outfit since she felt the urge to spend cash. LOL. Earlier yesterday afternoon, I called Rob and told him I was rollin' into town...which I think kinda threw him off whack cause he was expecting me on Monday....not yesterday. Muahahahahhaaaa. So I told him I'd give him a ring a ling when I got into SLO...but instead I texted him. Guess he must've not got it cause he didn't know I was all the way in Santa Maria. So I cut loose from Stef a tid bit early to get a head start back to Grover since I had to straighten my hair and redo my makeup (gotta look good for the guy) and rolled on over to SLO town and meet up with Rob at his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Since I don't know SLO worth a damn, I needed directions. Rob made 'em pretty simple for me... so I got there without any problems ....parked my car next to his Beetle (MINES CUTER!!!! :-P) LOL.. and called him. He came out lookin for me while we were on the phone and spotted me since I kinda parked outta view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     :: happy dopey smile :: I'm very....very....very happy to see him. He's adorable in every which way imaginable, especially those dimples ;) Loved gettin' a hug from him cause he's 6"4...and tall guy hugs are the best. No one can deny that....ya'll know what I'm talkin' about. We're talkin' and he's checkin' out Scooter... tells me I need a tire rotation ( thanks babe ) and then figured we'd better go back in his office area since he and one other dude were the only ones working. Spent the rest of the time there till he finishes his shift...with some minor cash counting distractions, LOL. I'm innocent, I swear. Not my fault he liked what I was wearin' ;)  From there we went to his casa and I met a couple of his roomies who seemed really nice. Then I saw his room, lol. Such a guy room. AND HE USES TRILLIAN. WHAT'S UP WITH TRILLIAN? Whenever I tried using it back in the day...it was such a pain in the ass and always crashed on me. Guess it didn't like me or something...but then again, I'm considering whose computer I was using..... ::yawn:: Ok...onward... So Rob tells me about his little drawer....and my curiosity got the best of me and I wanted to see his goodies that were hidden in the drawer...... MUAHAHAHAHAAAAAA....ooooooooooooooh god this is gonna get interesting :)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So we head on out and meet up with Smurf at Ogradeys whose waitin' for Lil' D to show up....earlier Rob and I were bickering about what theme is going on at the bar... I said it was Dollar Draft Night...while he said Country Night. Everyone who knows me....knows I don't do Country. No comprende. No no no no no. So being the confident blonde that I am... I just insist it's Dollar Draft Night and thats it. Sure as shit...it's Country Night. I do NOT look country what so ever... I'm sportin' a fushia top, flare black skirt, flip flips and have my hair all straightened with gypsy style eye makeup. I couldn't even TRY to pull off lookin' like a hick... meh.Rob razzed me for the first 10 minutes " I told you so.... didnt I tell you ? Who was right? Oh thats right...ME!" ::sigh:: We're chillin in the bar and Rob and Stef are singin' along to the music... which sounds very foreign to me, lol. Rob threatens me by telling me he's gonna make me listen to Country and like it...poor guy doesn't know what he's up against. I'm into my Rock, my Rap, Reggae... everything but Country. He's got alotta work ahead of him...even my best friend cant get me to listen to Country. GOOD LUCK HUN! :P  Rob goes to get himself a beer and no luck... girls gotta get the drinks from the bar, especially with a male bartender ;) Stef and I tag teamed Haus ( the bartender ) and got our drinks, plus Robs. Lil' D finally graced us with his presence and Stef disappeared into the crowd with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Got to spend some time one on one with Rob and we were chillin' in the parking lot since I had to hit the road....at midnight.....ughh. I really....really.....REALLY didn't wanna leave. I was having such an awesome time there...with him. I didn't wanna leave. Overall, I miss him. I can't wait to be back in town on Monday. He's a totally awesome guy, complete sweetheart and overall ..... I don't regret taking the plunge off that cliff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109850955295711236?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109850955295711236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109850955295711236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/accidentally-in.html' title='Accidentally In ____'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109833351215561519</id><published>2004-10-20T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T21:38:32.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a perfect example of the type of intelligent conversations that Mark and I have....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: You know what I don't understand though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: ...what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Why is it called "taking a dump"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: You're not taking one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I mean you're not really taking it anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Right,you're leaving one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Exactly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109833351215561519?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109833351215561519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109833351215561519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/heres-perfect-example-of-type-of.html' title='Here&apos;s a perfect example of the type of intelligent conversations that Mark and I have....'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109824220699518708</id><published>2004-10-19T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T20:16:46.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"...and she fell off the face of the Earth..."</title><content type='html'>I have that complete...defeated feeling right now. No strength to fight little things or feelings anymore.... I give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109824220699518708?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109824220699518708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109824220699518708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-she-fell-off-face-of-earth.html' title='&quot;...and she fell off the face of the Earth...&quot;'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109820148569642199</id><published>2004-10-19T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T08:58:05.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!! We got more rain!!! :-D</title><content type='html'>Except I kinda wanted it when it WASN'T my day off...........oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109820148569642199?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109820148569642199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109820148569642199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/yay-we-got-more-rain-d.html' title='YAY!!! We got more rain!!! :-D'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109817068207936231</id><published>2004-10-19T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T00:24:42.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love it after it's rained. The whole valley looks SO much greener...and the area even smells clean. Can we have some more rain.....please? :)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So I'm talking to one of my co-workers today about lifted trucks...and she tells me about some accident that happened infront of Salinas High earlier last month. Apparently one of the kids in his huge ass truck ran over a lady and killed her since his lift was too high and didnt see her. Lil' lady was 4"8 and was crossing the street from the corner where the furniture store is across from fosters freeze...he didnt see her and ran her over full blast. He thought he hit the curb untill he heard people on the side walk scream that he ran someone over.  Lil' old lady died instantly. Pretty sad. The messed up part is... the dudes gf who was in the truck when the whole thing happened...didnt really care about the old lady. She was worried that her and her boyfriend were gonna break up cause he was gonna have to go to jail for vehicle man slaughter. What's wronge with this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    AWESOME NEWS: Stef's roomy got accepted to Sac State, so now she has no reason to NOT move the hell out of the apartment. Linsdey is just evil. Well...not evil. Just a bitch. She's not nice to anyone...says some pretty messed up stuff to Stef and she's just all around not nice. I guess she and Stef got into a beefy fight tonight and shit got ugly....again. Oh well, now I get to come down a week early and hang out with my Smurf since she's not gonna do shit for Lindseys birthday....OH WELL!! :p Atleast I get to see Rob a week ahead of schedule ::teehee::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Speaking of which, I gotta find my camping tent cause I think Rob, Stef, Darin and I are gonna go camping the weekend of my birthday at Avila Beach. That'd be SO awesome, definetly wanna do that. Be so much fun :) Chill out on the beach, listen to the waves....and lets not forget SMORES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Um...not a whole lot really. Just wanna toss a lil' blog out there for ya'll and take up some more space on the world wide web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109817068207936231?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109817068207936231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109817068207936231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-love-it-after-its-rained.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109799284585669069</id><published>2004-10-16T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T23:00:45.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ever felt like your life is a fish bowl and everyones just watching every little thing you do? ...Excluding the blogs and all...but thats how I'm feeling. I dunno why...but some people have a knack of gettin' all up in my business when it's really not their place... especially when they're not my friend.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're terrified...it's going to be okay"&lt;br /&gt;"What am I terrified about...?"&lt;br /&gt;"Cause you feel the same way about him as he feels about you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ::SIGH::....damn best friend knows me better than anyone else. It's hard to believe you could connect with someone SO well, that you know those feelings are undeniable... but there's nothing you can do to act upon 'em. Atleast at this time. I haven't felt this way in a long time about someone... it's scarey. I dont want to get burned again.... I'm still healing as is.... and all I need to do is ruin everything I've accomplished so far by crashing again. I dont trust guys anymore..... yet Rob has been able to find a way into my heart and I can trust him with whatever I need to talk to him about.... stuff like that makes me worry. I know I shouldnt, but I do. It weird, that connection is there......that attraction....there's no doubt in my mind. At all. There's that warm, happy feeling there. Sure, I hang out with dudes... but I have no interest in hooking up with them or having a relationship with them ( including the dude from the towel incident). Rob on the other hand....has my complete....undivided attention.The horrible part is that damn distance again. It's the devil.... I will not allow myself to suffer with long distance again, no matter how much I care for someone. I won't go through it .......never again. The good thing is, I'm moving...bad thing is...not for another 2 months. I'm in the SLO area all the time...but it figures right when I meet someone, I can't take a trip for another 2 weeks cause work is picking up and I now have a second job. The only time I'll be able to see Rob...without having to take specific time off...is gonna be during my birthday trip.... this sucks. I dunno, right now my world is kinda like a snowglobe that hasnt been disturbed in a while...then all of a sudden someone comes outta the blue and shakes it all up.... .I think he found me 2 months too soon :( I just need a fuzzy hug right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I love my best friend....she's such an awesome chick and I'm so glad she and I got over our immature BS and picked up from where we left off. She's just so supportive and totally helps me out when I'm in need of someone to just listen to me. I really appreciate her and she really is the bestest friend anyone could possibly have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Rules for my Blog : No fights. I'm over it. If you start BULLSHIT with me on my own sight, I'll erase your comment. Simple as that. Don't call me names, don't be a dick to other people who comment. We're all adults here, so act like it. This goes for EVERYONE....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109799284585669069?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109799284585669069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109799284585669069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/ever-felt-like-your-life-is-fish-bowl.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109790872693146562</id><published>2004-10-15T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T23:45:04.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..........did I pass? :x</title><content type='html'>Work was pointless.....the only interesting part was when I had a meeting today with my manager about The Bitch. I'm a fairly easy going person...but when I'm pushed hard enough, I'll push back. The Bitch has shoved me to the point where she's going to wish she never came to work with me cause I've put up with her crap for long enough... the whole overall understanding is that my boss is in the process of replacing The Bitch with new people that arnt anything like her. Thank god. It's pretty shitty going to work and not wanting to be there specifically cause of one person..........and I actually like my job, JUST NOT HER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my lunch I went shopping and picked up a cute outfit....while I was walking around the store trying it on...seeing how it felt... this dude was in there stareing at me ( made me kinda uncomfertable ) and watched me walk around. Now keep in mind... the skirt flares at the bottom and it's pretty cool....but I must say. I love my ass. Yes... I said it. My ass is big....duh...but when I rock a skirt, it looks damn good. All of a sudden this chick is next to him and slaps him on the arm as hard as you can imagine... and he's like " What!!!??? I like that skirt, you should try that one on too honey!!! " and the girl was like " Do you like the skirt?? OR HER ASS!!" ...hit him with her purse and stormed outta the store. Eeeeeekkkk. The girls that work in the store couldnt stop laughing and I was like " opps...well I'll take the skirt for sure", lol. Tell ya what though... this outfit with my black pumps....yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to play catch up with Stef and find out what's been going on in her life and vice verse... I MIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSS HER! I wanna be back in Grover. Wah. Got caught up on Lil' D's antics and whatever else the midget's been doing. I'm stoked for her cause she gets to take part of some ER stuff later this month...but then I'm bummed cause she's gonna be in the ER on my birthday. :( It's all good, I'll be chillin' with Rob and we'll probably end up going to the Farmers Market or something, who knows though....things always have a sense of changing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm chillin here... and Rob's callin me. I answer and he's telling me how his buddies and him are on their way to the bowling alley in Paso ....and he's waiting for them to get their money from the ATM's. We're talkin' and he then tells me his friend ( I'm sorry Rob but her name totally slips my mind right now...) wants to talk to me... eeek. Now I'm like " Sure, I'm cool with that, lemme talk to her" ...but I remember that he warned me that she's the kinda friend that has to grill people to see how they are....the seal of approval kinda thing. She seems really cool, but I felt like I was going through a job interview. I think we talked for like a half hour...? I felt REALLY awkward ...she kept asking me questions!!! Seriously, I felt way...um... errrr....... not so fuzzy. She's just doing what friends do best...watch out for the people they care for.....buuuuuuuuut, I got grilled. Now I'm just wondering what she's reporting back to Rob, LOL. Fuck beans. Ok...bed time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109790872693146562?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109790872693146562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109790872693146562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/did-i-pass-x.html' title='..........did I pass? :x'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109782215359979011</id><published>2004-10-14T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T23:35:53.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I bared my soul....now can I have a Fuzzy hug?</title><content type='html'> It's been one of those days..."aye", LOL. Today started out like any normal lil' day.......wake up to the annoying sound of my cell phone blareing at me cause someone was texting me. Some stupid biznitch from AOL was babblin to me about something I knew nothing about...apparently had me mistaken for someone else. When I texted back I didnt know what she was talking about... she got all pissy. Oh hell no. You don't wake my ass up at 7am to bitch at me about a whole situation I'm not even involved with...especially IF I DON'T KNOW YA!!! Grr.... lets just say I wasnt very pleasant when I signed on. ::evil grin::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So I toodle on off to work and do my usual bit... and I check my voicemail right after opening and there's a message from my pops.... wasnt a happy message. Apparently there was a ton of oil from my car dumped on the driveway and you could actually see a drip line down the drive way from when I pulled out. OMG. I had the oil changed only 2 days ago...wtf. Of course I'm thinking I better get the damn thing checked....NOW ...since I didn't want the whole thing of oil to empty out in my works parking lot. Leave work early and head on over to Jiffy Lube thats right down the street since I wasnt gonna chance messing up my engine to get to the Salinas store. Called Rob and the guy kept me company while I vented about the whole thing...all the while he tells me he does all his own car maintenece....show off ;) Keep in mind, he owns a New Beetle too... so he can relate to me on the whole Beetle thingy. Good man. I head over there and ask one of the techs to check my stuff.... the guy ended up being awesome about the whole thing since he knew my dad and was more than willing to hook my up. Sa-weet. Called Rob back and talked the whole time I'm waiting on my car......total sweety pie. Turns out when JL did my oil on Tuesday...some dumbass replaced my oil plug from a VW to a Honda plug. WTF..... JR ( the dude that knows my dad ) tops off my oil and tells me to rip JL in Salinas a new ass cause if I didn't catch the oil problem at all, I'd be buyin' a new engine. I'm peeved at this point. Why can't people do their jobs right without messing my shit up. AGHHH!! Head on home to Salinas and the guys in the shop there know somethings up. I walk up and one of the morons says " Hey, wern't you just here the other day? Already need an oil change?" ....now you'd think he would be joking. But he said it like he actually thought I could put 3,000 miles on my car in 48 hours. Dear god...and this guy was working on my car?!?! Anyway, I talked to the manager and told him what happened...and got the point across that I wasnt leaving till they fixed the problem since I was pretty pissed off. They fixed it all....thank god. I just know I'm never gonna go there again...too much BS to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Oh yea, I found the best soup....EVER. It's PROGRESSO's Chicken and Cheese Enchilada soup. Sounds gross...but trust me. It's the bomb. Have some toasted slices of sourdough bread with it and dip it in there....gawwwwwwwwwwwd it's awesome. I bought a ton of cans today at Albertsons...couldn't help it. LOL. And it's carb friendly...minus the toasted sourdough though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Went out with my Grammy and spent some time with her. Oh ....my ....god. Somehow we got started on religion and stuff, and she almost strangled me. For all you who know me... I dont study religion..and I'm not religious. AT ALL. I dont even know what religion or whatever my family is supposed to follow.....and when I mentioned that to Grammy, shit hit the fan. Apparently we're Protestant? Meh? And I got lectured for the rest of the afternoon about God and how he's a huge part of our lives. I dunno... I believe in Darwin's stuff more then Biblical. I'm gonna catch hell from Adam, I'm sure of it. Overall, Grammy wants me to start reading about the Lord and how He'll better my life in more ways than I'll ever know. The funny thing is...she's probably right......but I dont think I could do the whole Church visiting thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I got new pillows!! YAY!! Rob, care to see my new fluffy pillows? MUAHAHAHAAAA. Oh yea, and &lt;a href="http://hookacoffeemaker.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rob's&lt;/a&gt; gotta blog too....whatta guy! PEOPLE!! You need to read &lt;a href="http://www.suvlaki1.blogspot.com"&gt;Stef's blog&lt;/a&gt;, she's feelin' a lil' left out of the whole comments thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109782215359979011?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109782215359979011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109782215359979011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-bared-my-soulnow-can-i-have-fuzzy.html' title='I bared my soul....now can I have a Fuzzy hug?'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109756451609237658</id><published>2004-10-12T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T00:01:56.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>....this could be the beginning of something really awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109756451609237658?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109756451609237658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109756451609237658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109751184848998586</id><published>2004-10-11T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T09:30:18.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>'The "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="//aolsvc.news.aol.com/entertainment/article.adp?id=20041011023709990003"&gt;Superman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" star, who became an advocate for spinal cord research after being crippled in a 1995 riding accident, suffered a heart attack. He was 52.Christopher Reeve went into cardiac arrest Saturday while at his Pound Ridge home, then fell into a coma and died Sunday at a hospital surrounded by his family, his publicist said. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109751184848998586?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109751184848998586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109751184848998586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/rip.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109744057057478867</id><published>2004-10-10T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T13:43:14.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe, Stretch, Shake</title><content type='html'>Ok, I gotta back track and try to remember what happened during the last couple of days while I was MIA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wednesday* .....::cough cough::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I already mentioned that I bailed outta work early to head down to Grover ahead of schedule...shame on me but I got over it real quick. I practiced GT3 and thought I was doing pretty good and didnt think I had anything to worry about... so I stopped and just went for a drive. By the way...we didnt get to have out GT3 contest..but we did dabble on it a lil' bit and I beat Darin in the ralley races. MUAHAHAHAAAA!!! Stef was headin' home early from her EMT class....I guess it was Firefighter Appreciation night or somethin'. We do our girl thing and get all dolled up and head on out to O'Gradys and play some pool. And damn, we sucked. LOL. We were better at knocking the balls around the table then gettin' em in the pockets. Wait...that sounds bad :x Anyway, so we're playin pool and we see Cassie hitting on a bunch of guys....flirting and what not.. after a while,we just pull up a stool and chill at the bar, talkin' to the bar tenders and bouncers since we've gotten to the point where we know 'em all ( well Stef has known 'em all for a while anyway ). Keep in mind, Darin was supposed to meet up with us around 10ish or so....and it's now 11. Stefs gettin' pissed and I'm just watching Cassey hop from one dude to another...kinda like watching a monkey swingin' from tree to tree. Anyway, Stef says she wants to go to McFlintocks and see if Lil' D is still there... so Steve tosses the smurf into his ridiculously huge truck and takes her over there. In the mean while, I'm talking to Cassey... dont remember what we talked about but all I remember is that she took Stefs drink and killed it off before she got back, lol. So Stef and Steve come back and no Lil' D. Stef sits there for what felt like 2 seconds and thinks they should drive by Darins house....so I get left again. DAMNIT!! It's like the second I'm left alone...any lil wierdo in the bar comes up to me and starts asking me stuff. I give 'em the hint I'm not interested in talking and kinda scoot my way closer to Mikey, one of the bouncers. In walks Steve with NO smurf in sight. Oh boy. Steve tells me that Darin got fired and all kinds of shit is hitting the fan.... so I'm like " WTF....". No sooner did he finish that sentence, my cell goes off and Stef is screaming about how Darin is being mean and I need to pick her up. Good lordy. So I close out her tab since she left all her shit there and attempted to drive Shelbee. Keep in mind I havent driven a stick in about...hmmm....lets say a year-ish. So I'm sitting in her car trying to figure out where the damn headlight switch is...and I'm hitting every button near the steering column to turn 'em on...setting off the windshield wipers and I'm sure the bartenders and bouncers inside were giggling while watching me figure that crap out. Finally got it and off I went.....I think I did ok, but critics say other wise...meh. So I toodle on over to Darins place and I see Stef sobbing out front and shouting about how Darins being a dick to her. Then she explains why. Darin worked like 50 hours in one weed, but made over $1,400 in tips....or something like that. They taxed him for his tips so somehow he ended up with a $7 pay check. Now thats shitty, so I can understand why he's pissed. BUT, he shouldnt've have been taking it out on Stef since she was only trying to help.....overall, I think we all sat out there for like an hour ( I was in Shelbee and they were on the curb ), and Darin got up and stormed off cause I guess Stef said something he didnt like. We end up leaving him there and visit Randy, who gave Stef one of those " everythings gonna be ok" hug. Hit up Jack in the Box and who calls? Darin. Says he's at O'Gradys getting shit faced. ::sigh:: back to OG we went. Stayed there for I think another half an hour till the bartender and the bouncer wanted to go home.....we were all waiting on Darin to finish playing pool. Went back to Grover and slept...well, atleast thats what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thursday*...... "Erika, whats your 20?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had one of those nightmares that felt so real...you think it really happened? I had this nightmare that I called someone up, completely bitched him out and called him every horrible thing I could think of....and the list goes on. Now normally I wouldnt care even if I did something like that in real life, but I actually felt really guilty. Right when I woke up, the feeling was "holy shit, did I really do that?!?"...sprinted to my cell phone and checked my Dialed Calls History and made sure I didnt call him and do all that shit. Was very relieved that I didnt cause I know if I did...there'd be little blog postings by everyone about it and I would never hear the end of it. Not only that, but I honestly felt bad for being mean in my dream, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was still lounging in bed when Stef calls and tells me to come by her work and keep her company since Darin took Shelbee back to Paso. So I took my time, got ready and headed on to Santa Maria. Picked up Stef and brought her back to Grover and dropped her off since she still needed to get ready and stuff.....while I headed off to visit Mark. I had promised him all week that I'd check out his new casa since he JUST moved into it. I love his new place, so nice and roomy. His room alone is like a lil' house. I spend about a good hour or so over there till Stef starts tracking me down and tells me to come back and get her. In due time my dear! :) I'm lounging on Marks bed...which is the most awesome bed in the whole world, super soft and makes you just melt into it... and I look over at him and I see he's taking a pic of me on his camera phone. "Now is that really a good idea?" " Why wouldn't it be? I got a girl laying on my bed...why not take a picture of it?" "Hmmmm...cause your girlfriend would beat your ass and then come after me" "Good point...." heheee.... Mark talked to me about some other stuff thats going on and Smurf was called again... time for me to go. In the process of me leaving, Tom calls me and wanted me to stop by since I had some warrenty info he needed. Stop by his place and stay there for another half an hour...at this point Stefs calls are getting a lil' more annoyed and frustrated cause she wants me to get her NOW and head to Paso... at 7:30 :-\ Leave Tom and get the midget and head over to Paso. Get to OG's by around 8:30 and Darin's already playing pool and havin' a grand ol' time. Keep in mind...Thursdays are Dollar Draft Night, so that meant I'm gonna be a cheap drunk. Talking to Stef and I see this guy sitting at the bar..... I nudge Stef and point out the guy and tell her he's fucking hot...which he was. Pull up a seat next to him and start talking. Oh man, I was having such a good time....and he was adorable. If you looked at him, you would think he's a complete 180 from me...which is kinda is, but we have alot in common. I was having such a good that I really didnt notice how much I was drinkin' ( bad thing ). I had 5 huge drafts and 3 shots of 1800 ( thanks STEF....it's your fault I got sick!!!) So I ended up getting the guys number, which made my night and went off on my merry way. I'm trying to get my bearings since I've had alot to drink and I've been sitting at the bar the whole time....so when I stand up, I'm a little wobbly.....such a bad thing. I decided that I'm way to drunk and I need to lay down. So I go outside...go to my car, get in and lay down...and apparently I passed out. The last thing I remember is Stef and Amanda knocking on my windows and telling me to open the door. LOL. Oh my god. The rest I'm gonna tell you is what I was told since I can't remember any of the stuff I did or said. I guess I opened the car door which set off the alarm...and it kept going off. Amanda was asking me for my keys...and instead of giving them to her, I was handing her my cell phone and was saying that was my car keys. LOL. I guess that went on for 5 minutes and I guess the poor girl was scared I was gonna hit her or something ( thats what she told me the next night ). After a while, the alarm turns off on its own and I just kinda give up on the whole thing. Stef and Amanda are laughing their asses off at my drunkeness and wanna get me outta there since I guess the cops were showing up and I could be written up for drunk and disorderly conduct ( whee!! ). I guess I barfed...? NO NOODLES THOUGH!! :D Passed out in the passenger seat and Stef drove my car over to Darins. I guess they left my tab open at the bar still? I think? Went back and closed it and held onto my DL and bank card...from there, Stef drove Scooter ( my car ) all the way back to Grover. I guess highway patrol was behind her the whole way...and the second we pull into Grover...there was Grover Patrol car right there, LOL. Cant catch a break. Darin drove Stefs car and I guess when he stopped into a 7-11, there was an officer in there which freaked Darin out since he smelled like a brewery.. dear god. We're idiots. Darin pulls up to Stefs place and they both help me up the stairs since I still couldnt see straight. Get into bed and I'm out like a light. GOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Friday* ...."Erika, whats the meaning of a Wish Bone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang overs suck. There's no way to make 'em any better. Just drink alot of water and be miserable till the pain just goes away. I slept till I think 12? Darin was passed out in Stefs room and Stef was at work ( poor thing ). She calls me and tells me to get my ass outta bed and bring Darin to her work so he can take her car. Darin is the grumpiest man alive when he's woken up. Seriously, I couldnt deal with someone like that. Atleast when Ryan woke up, he'd fart or something and you could get a good laugh outta it...sure he'd grumble...but who doesnt? Darin, gets mean. Instead of waking him up, I just made a hell of alot of noise when I got ready..LOL. That did the trick. On our way out, Darins about to get into my car and I guess theres some evidence on my side panel from the events from the night before...oops. Cleaned that off and off we go. Picked up some Pizza Hut on the way in and had lunch with Stef. After eating and stuff, my tummy really wasnt feeling good. I decided to take a nap in the back room of her work since theres a really comfy couch... I slept for like...I think another 4 hours? Stef wanted me to keep her company, but I just slept the whole time, my bad. When it was time to go, we headed off to the mall to get a new outfit or something... I found an awesome top which was only $13...thats amazing since most plus size tops are like $50. Got my top and Stef didnt end up getting anything since she didnt like what the store had. Meh. Had to take care of some other business since Stefs boss told her to go back to the store and wait for someone. While I'm waiting in her works parking lot, this mexican family is next to me...BLASTING their music which is driving me insane. Its that mariochi shit. So all I could do to save some sanity is play The Darkness and just zone out to that. When the dude shows up and drops whatever it is off...we hit the road. Roll into Paso around 8 since Me and Stef were gonna have dinner with Amanda, Cassie, and some other girl and her boyfriend at McFlintocks. We got there about 20 before everyone else and we're just sitting at our table...Stef has a margareta while I sip on a Diet Coke. So we're chit chatting and stuff and Stef gets quiet, stares at my necklace ..which has a wishbone pendant ... and asks in the most innocent way " Erika, whats the meaning of a wishbone?". I think the look I gave her....said everything. "Stef...think about what you asked me hun." I think that margareta had a lil' too much booze in it... Everyone shows up and got everything ordered. Darin is a nice guy and all...but he really does suck as a waiter. Maybe he wasnt working that much with us since he knew us...but still. He kinda lagged ass. The worst part of all... he charged Stef for her dinner. Holy shit ...that was halarious. She was expecting him to cover her and he totally stuck her with the tab. LOL. She was pissed off. I dont get it....she's pissed off..makes a huge stink about it and how she's gonna head out without Darin. The second he comes back around and askes her to wait for him to get off of work, she's gets all lovey dovey and says " ok....tee hee" . ::rolls eyes :: Amanda, Cassie and I head out with out her...and Amanda knows I'm a lil' annoyed with Stef and she even thought it was weak what Stef did. Meh. I'm over it. End up going to OG's and chillin there...sittin at the bar and talking to people when the Rose Girl comes over and gives me a rose...points out that a dude across the way sent it to me. Gee, thanks. Drop the rose off in my car and go back and talk to some people. After a while, I'm just in a mood to drive and take off....figures right when I'm taking off Stef and Darin pull up...oh well. I left for like a half hour to be on my own and think about some stuff. Came back and chilled with everyone. Just kinda the same old shit really. Headed back to Grover and crashed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Saturday*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get up early since I had to work at 1 in Monterey...that wasnt fun. Atleast I didnt have a hangover since I didnt really drink all that much. Go me. Did my thing, straightened my hair and hit the road. Everyone at work loved my hair straight since they always see it fluffy or curly. LOL. See Stef, thats what I need for my birthday...that damn Sharper Image straightner. Work was lame but my best highlight was this dude that came in to complain about Sheree. He was 18 and totally ripped into her. I know I shouldnt take joy outta seeing something like that...but man..she really deserved it. She should've been fired MONTHS ago. Ended up closing with Joe, whose one of my favorite co-workers. Caught up on gossip and all of my adventures, tells me he's gonna be really sad when I abondon him for people down south. Aw. Why does everyone say " Don't turn into one of those So Cal people". From what I've experienced, those So Cal people are really nice. Maybe they're thinking of the people in LA or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* TODAY!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my day off again...yay. Whats a girl to do? Be a complete lazy ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109744057057478867?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109744057057478867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109744057057478867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/breathe-stretch-shake.html' title='Breathe, Stretch, Shake'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109711460691513558</id><published>2004-10-06T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T11:32:05.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>::cough cough::</title><content type='html'>Ok, remember how I said I was gonna go to Grover on Thursday? Well...change of plans. I'm in Grover right now. Yea. LOL. I was at work today and I just really wasnt feeling all that well....and my knee was really killing me since I screwed it up yesterday while walking around the cases for the jewelry show. I slammed it into one of the lock doors and I have a fat bruise on my knee cap :( So my boss saw that I wasn't feelin' too hot and lemme go home since we had enough coverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving the store and tell Stef I'm not feelin' too good...and she tells me what'll make me feel better. Visiting Grover and hangin' with the hombres, lol. Didn't take much to convince me since I really didnt feel like staying in Salinas tonight...so threw all my junk into the car and headed on out. Sportin' my new super cute poncho since it was cool in Salinas...but when I pass through Paso, it's like 101 ( gag ), and Stef MADE me stop in Paso to talk to Darin. Whatta putz. Then from there I toodled on over to Grover. Stefs at ETM class right now and I'm practicing my GT3 skills since I havent played in several long months... damn I'm gonna die tomorrow. LOL. Darin is gonna murder me. Help me. Smurf should be coming home any second and then we're gonna head out, get some din din and head on over to O'Gradeys. I might hang out with Tom later tonight since I brought some watch warrenty info for him since his watch is going ape shit. If it's not workin and it's still within the warrenty period, send the damn thing back!!! :-D Ok, back to GT3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109711460691513558?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109711460691513558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109711460691513558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/cough-cough.html' title='::cough cough::'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109704312840654624</id><published>2004-10-05T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T23:33:07.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a waste of time.....but atleast I looked good </title><content type='html'>Ok. So my work hosted another galla event for the Elite Collection which was well...lame. The jewelry was gorgeous, but there was a major lack of attendence when it came to customers... Keep in mind my work only gave us 2 weeks notice that we're hosting a galla. When Levian was coming, we got 3 months notice and had plenty of time to collect our client lists and send out invites... gifts... and do follow up calls. So taking into consideration we didnt have much time to prepare for the event, we didnt sell very much. I only had one sell and it was decent, but nothing too spectacular. Nice thing is... I wore the same outfit I wore for the Levian event ( I really didnt have anything else to sport ) ....and now its too big for me ::grin:: and I got loads of compliments from people since the tank top and skirt I wore under the flow coat showed a nicer figure than I had 4 months ago. Yea, I've been working out and people are noticing. Fuck yea. During lunch I was chilling in the break room and had my coat off and was chillin with the guys with my arms showing cause I was sportin' a black racer back tank top( I NEVER do that so it's a big deal ) and Roberto was like " I think thats the most I've ever seen you show skin around here....lookin' real good sweety and keep up the good work." Awww. Atleast I'm being more girly than I used to be ( amazing, isnt it? ) and I'm slowly taking baby steps to build my confidence. I know I'm gonna get bashed in the comment section.. I sense it coming... ::sigh:: Be gentle and try not to leave any marks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about Saks Fifth Avenue. Actually..lets not. That whole subject got beat into the ground for some pointless reason....and I dunno why.... Realistically, if you live here in the Monterey area..are you really gonna wanna transfer all the way down south for a retail company? Sure, its SAKS...but still..come on now. I'll dare to mention that Tiffanys is being put in Carmel so we'll see whatcha gotta say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam, sorry about the bitching fight on your site hun, but Justin started it even though I could've been the bigger person and just not said anything back...but we all know thats not possible for me and we just have a knack for pushing each others buttons... ::hugs:: Oh yea, about the whole " my name sucks " thing.... atleast when people do roll call or call for you ( telemarketers or someone you dont know), they don't say your name with an accent and totally butcher your last name. They say mine with a spanish accent and realize my last name isnt hispanic and then completely fuck it up. No one seems to spell my first ( like its really that hard!!), middle and last name right ( all friends,ex's and aquientences excluded ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin, lets stop bickering. It's lame and it makes me tweeked for the first part of my day when you say not so nice things to me on my blog..... Well there's a reason...it's to entertain you and the guys, but it's annoying and I dont really like starting my day off with mean, spitefull comments. Play nice and I'll be nice. Cat fights are bad enough as is and I really don't wanna be pissy with some dude I used to hang out with, even though we do have our differences. Truce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Hayden, thank you! Atleast someone knows I'm not a stalker. I don't have that psychotic nature to be all in someones grill.... I'll comment on his site from time to time even though it might be taboo (  I'll be nice and keep it clean, I swearsies ) and he's more than welcomed to comment on mine, he just hasnt decided to do so, which is fine. By the way, you're a good looking guy and you're totally awesome ( after taking 3 years to get to know you), so don't be doubting yourself when it comes to chickys....girls dig dudes with confidence. If you think you suck , they will too... and I'm only saying this cause I read your blog ( but dont listen to me cause I'm not all that important ). Take care hun ::hugs::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhhhh....what else. Hmm... I cant wait for Thursday. It's my day off and I'm heading to Grover again. I miss my buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuddies and looking forward to being with the midget and "ear", lol. Since Darin knows I dont like JD, the fucker is gonna make me drink that....so in return, I'm gonna make him drink Tequila since he hates it. Yea, we're smart. We know it. Its all for the sake of sheer fun though since Stefs gonna be the one laughing her ass off at our stupidity. S'all good and we're all gonna have a good time.... I mean come on, we're talking about playing GT3 while we're drunk PEOPLE! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looooooooooooooooooooove my new perfume. Love it! Alot of my male customers notice it and really like it, sa-weet. Also, I bought this super cute knit poncho that has an oversized cowel neck, super oober cute......tomorrow I'm getting my nails done since I have completely healthy nail beds. So typical, the second I get them looking healthy, I gotta mess 'em up by sticking acrylics on 'em... Ok, so that about wraps it up for this blog. I'm fuggin' tired all that jazz. About comments on my post... everyone is allowed to post on here, so I dunno what some of you are afraid of. It's not like I'm gonna delete your post or anything...scouts honor O-:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109704312840654624?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109704312840654624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109704312840654624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/such-waste-of-timebut-atleast-i-looked.html' title='Such a waste of time.....but atleast I looked good '/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109694748383126376</id><published>2004-10-04T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T20:38:03.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FYI: 11 Saks are closing and 5 of 'em are in California.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109694748383126376?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109694748383126376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109694748383126376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/fyi-11-saks-are-closing-and-5-of-em.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109686276617981917</id><published>2004-10-03T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T21:06:06.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://meph.eu.org/orcaslap.html"&gt;I love how thier little tushies stick outta the wall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one sale today that was for $10k ::giggle::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109686276617981917?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109686276617981917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109686276617981917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-love-how-thier-little-tushies-stick.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109681704177455540</id><published>2004-10-03T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T08:26:01.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh Oh.</title><content type='html'>I have this horrible feeling I'm gonna die on Thursday night. LOL. I was talking to Darin last night about our little bet we have going on...and it came down to who ever loses, takes a shot....which I'm fine with. Well..then he switched it to the loser drinks the winners choice of drink. Under normal circumstances I'd be cool with that...but Darin loves Jack Daniels. Loves it. While I on the other hand, gag when I smell it since the whole Halloween thing from last year. Hopefully Stef and I can talk him into picking something I'll be able to handle cause if he sticks with Jack....could be bad news bears for me. Eeekkkk. Stef, hold me. LOL. Atleast I wont have noodles before we start our little contest....and if I do, I'll make sure to chew 'em allllllllllllllll the way ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109681704177455540?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109681704177455540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109681704177455540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/uh-oh_03.html' title='Uh Oh.'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109674150587947646</id><published>2004-10-02T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T11:25:05.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Gawd. Why do you guys gotta pick on me ? What'd I do? Oh thats right... I was born...and lets not forget I dated Rye for three somthin' years and now he hates me...so that makes me a prime target. Whee!! Go me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyway, last night was kinda spur of the moment. I went on over to the Blue Fin and not a whole lot was going on...so I decided to head on home when Evan called me and asked if I wanted to hang out.... and since I was pretty bored and had nothing to do, decided to go to San Jose since he was willing to meet me half way..LOL. So went there and hung out with him for a while, showed me his new car ( SO LITTLE! ), I smacked my head on the roof of it..... honestly...my car kicks so much more ass than his. Atleast someone whose over 6"0 can fit comfortably in mine! I dunno how he squishes into his since he's 6"2. Plus I'm used to my windshield being reaaaaaaaaaally far away and not right in my face like his. Bleh. Anyway...we drove around, talked about alotta stuff and I think he's gonna be joining me on thursday when I head on down to Grover, but we'll see. Decided he wanted to go to Safeway at midnight (wtf) which was actually open. He was telling me about this chick he used to date and I couldnt stop laughing... came down to she was hot, but dumb as hell. Kinda reminds me of someone I used to know... She would say random things that made him feel like HIS IQ was gettting lower...which is pretty bad considering Evan is one smart cookie. He got a kick outta the fact that my friends and I refer to him as "Money Bags" since all he could talk about was money the first time we hung out...which he's actually mellowed out on since he figured it out that it was rather annoying. It's pretty cool cause our personalities mesh together really well so I'm glad we ended up being friends and such. Atleast he'll come visit me once I move to Grover, so cant wait :) CAN'T FUCKING WAIT!! Made me feel special though cause Evan said he really wanted to see me and was willing to drive outta his way to hang out ( awwww...but like I didn't have to drive outta my way too?Hmmmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Lil' S called me in a drunken state of mind and was rambling on about anything and everything...lol. Love ya kiddo but STOP going to the bars!! You've gone almost eeeeeeeeeeeeevvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvery single night since you turned 21. LOL. Nevermind..thats the pot calling the kettle black, but I've gone almost every weekend, not every night ::teehee:: Oh yea, airshows in town. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Oh Justin, ya pissed my Aunty off. Good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109674150587947646?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109674150587947646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109674150587947646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/gawd.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109668831315481356</id><published>2004-10-01T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T20:38:33.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn, its already October? :-x ......that means next month is November!! :-D Then it'll be my birthday, yay!! hehe...ok, now that I got that outta my system, off to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Blue Fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109668831315481356?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109668831315481356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109668831315481356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/damn-its-already-october-x.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109667895769640272</id><published>2004-10-01T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T18:02:37.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"On a side note: Erika I hope that everything works out okay with your dad, I'll be praying for him!! Even though he traumatized me all through high school with short jokes!! **hugs**" &lt;a href="http://www.suvlaki1.blogspot.com"&gt;- Stef&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea..my dad has that traumatizing effect on people, but he's oh so loveable :) I just wanna make sure he's all healthy and back to normal before I move, that's really important to me...and I'm sure it's gonna take that long if not more since his diabetes is really slowing the healing process down. My bathroom looks like a nurses station cause theres hospital sterylizing solution, gauze, bandage wraps and anything else you can think of in there! Thanks for the note *Little S* ::hugs::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109667895769640272?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109667895769640272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109667895769640272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/on-side-note-erika-i-hope-that.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109661739901151713</id><published>2004-10-01T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T00:57:42.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:-\</title><content type='html'>I think this is the first time I've actually been home for a weekend in a lil over 2 months...weak sauce. Wahhhh, I wanna be back in Grover. S'all good, I'll be down there next week after working 8 days straight....fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Gonna kick some Little D ass when it comes to GT3 ( yea right, he'll smoke my ass ). Been packing alotta my shit up and getting ready to truck some down for storage...sweetness. Oh yea! I bribed Mark enough so he'll install my ceiling fan in my new room ::teehee:: Mark, I knew you couldn't resist my cheesey smile...and the fact that I'll buy you food. LOL. Poor thing, he's trying to get to sleep and his damn roommate decided to bring friends over NOW to play pool..which is right next to his room...and the guy has an interview at 8am in Morrow Bay... how inconsiderate. Funny, Mark calls me to keep him company rather than his girlfriend... guess I'm not cranky at 1am, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a side note, I'm really worried about my dad. I guess he's got some sort of infection on his foot thats really bad....like... it's making me really REALLY worried. This kinda shit is really bad for him since he's diabetic. He's been on anti-biotics and shit for like 2 weeks...and he's been off of work because he can't walk on it. Makes me flash back to what Dave went through earlier this year and I don't want my dad going through all of that. He's even talked about having surgery on his foot cause it's so bad :( It's just a shitty situation and I dont wanna see my dad go through all of this....really scares me cause if it gets as bad as it could.. well.... I just really don't wanna think about it :*( Love ya poppa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109661739901151713?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109661739901151713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109661739901151713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post.html' title=':-\'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109642816851970546</id><published>2004-09-28T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T23:00:26.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...how 'bout them earthquakes?</title><content type='html'>Mr. Darin. You're goin' down hombre. I'll SO kick yer ass at GT3 :-P And NO, I'm not putting money on it...but I will buy the booze! LOL. Stef, I have a feeling this is how it's gonna be when all of us are gonna be in the same apartment....god speed to ya chicky. LMAO. We're gonna be challenging each other to video games....although I'll never bet him when it comes to pool. That'd be pure idiousy on my part. Can I move yet? I'm sure Lindsey wouldn't mind if her stuff was in the drive-way waiting for her? ;) Stef, I'll mail your make-up bag to you tomorrow by the way.....just for shits and giggles, you should try to buy some makeup from Landons momma :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109642816851970546?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109642816851970546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109642816851970546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/09/sohow-bout-them-earthquakes.html' title='So...how &apos;bout them earthquakes?'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109634609286654354</id><published>2004-09-27T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T21:34:52.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4:30am sucks..... alot......</title><content type='html'>    So yea, ended up with some free Burberry , stuff from Longines, ESQ, GUCCI, MOVADO...list goes on and on. Overall. I came home with almost $1,500 worth of stuff. Tis' good to go to merhandise meetings. Had a pretty good time, learned some cool stuff....and came home with a Gucci watch... SO stoked about some of the new things that're coming out this next month. Seriously, way impressed with Omega and Burberry, they really designed some nice stuff. Gucci was the runner up, but their whole presentation kinda sucked. There were about 15 huge vendors there...and the one that blew me away was Longines. They brought a watch that was valued at $90,000.00. Holy schnikes. It was kinda gaudy looking, but shit...if you could drop that kinda cash, who gives a rip what I think. One of the pictures they use in their adds is Auedrey Hepburn (probably spelled that wrong but I dont care ) from "Breakfast at Tiffanys", totally made me think of Justin since he loves that movie. I noticed that all their icon celebrities were....well....old. Hepburn, Bogart...some other dude I dont remember. Omega's new line kicks a whole lotta ass, very impressed and I actually got to order stuff for our caseline. Oh yea, I'm a COACH specialist now which totally kicks even more ass..MUAHAHAHAHAA. I'm in charge of all the COACH merchandise in the store...including the handbags and sunglasses. Can you say bad idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The whole MIM ( Merchandise Info Meeting ) was really cool, very glad I went, got alot of cool shit that I would never be able to buy on my own... so it's awesome I got it all for free! :-D Figured out how much I gotta order for the huge Friends and Family event thats coming up since I have to order about 12 fine watches ( in total, I have $27,000.00 worth of watches presold already to my clients...mauauahaha) so thats always fun. Cha-ching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Oh Stef, I found your make-up bag. It was in my trunk. Bleh. Lemme know what you want me to do with it, I wont be able to head down again till next week. Sowwy kiddo!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    As for sorry. Nick. I'm sorry I ditched you this weekend. You wouldn't understand why I did it, but I really am sorry. I'm leavin' it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109634609286654354?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109634609286654354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109634609286654354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/09/430am-sucks-alot.html' title='4:30am sucks..... alot......'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109626043827154965</id><published>2004-09-26T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T21:47:18.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://0rgy.net/"&gt;Nick is a perv.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109626043827154965?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109626043827154965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109626043827154965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/09/nick-is-perv.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109625855658029181</id><published>2004-09-26T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T21:18:23.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"He totally looks like a fagged out Beetles band member"</title><content type='html'>OOOOOOOOOOOOONCE again...I have returned from Grover Beach. Seriously, I've been there almost every weekend since like....July-ish. :D So anyway, roll into town Friday night and get all dolled up for O'Gradeys, rockin' a black top with my cargo skirt...lookin' good, even the guys at the bar said so ::teehee:: Met up with Rory and really enjoyed his company...he even had a carbomb with me, how fuggin awesome is that?? Those things are pretty good...and potent. Stef made me have some Washington Apples...and whatever I couldn't finish, Rory killed the rest off. Niiiiice. Oh yea, I had to laugh cause Rory has me titled in his phone as "Super Kick Ass Chick", lol. Cute-ish. Totally random, but he complimented me on my silver old fashioned oval locket that I was wearing ( I almost never take it off....thanks Grammy!! ) He's a total sweety pie, can't wait to kick it with him again...even though Stef says he's too goody two shoes to hang with us.... I'm sure we'll corrupt him somehow since we're good at shit like that. So, three beers, a carbomb and 2 and a half Washington Apples into the night...life was good and I was giddy as fuck, muahahahaa. Overall...Friday was a good night and Stef and Darin can vouch for me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up on Saturday and my lazy...hungover ass stayed in bed till about 12, rolled outta bed and woke Darin up since Stef abandoned him since she had to be at work for some ungodly reason. Ran an errand in SLO and was nice enough to pick up SUBWAY for them since I was hungry and I knew they would be too. I get back to the apartment and it looks like Darin took off...but all his shit was there ... so I call Stef and tell her that Darin is MIA and she gets all tweaked...calls his cell which I hear playing in the apt...so yeah... I walk around and he's hiding under the comforter, like, completely flat and it looks like the bedding was just wadded up on him...so when you stand in the doorway, it just looks like an unkempt bed. LOL. Stef called back and told her that I found her boyfriend who was passed out and sawing logs. Decided to take another nap ( yes I'm lazy, so what. ) and I guess stef came home during the mean time. My phone rings and it's Darin...who is in the next room. Lazy ass doesn't wanna get up and talk to me, rather call and talk to me on my cell. WTF. lol. Oh yea, from the night before, I put Darins phone number in my cell, but cause I was too drunk to spell anything right ( and my phone has auto-word programmed on it ) I ended up putting "Ear" instead of "Darin", lol. My bad. "Erika, why don't you call me fucking Toe why your at it?" So anyway... Ear summons me into the next room and we're discussing the events for later that night.. and what to do I get? Man ass. Yes. Darin flashed me the man ass while Stef was giggling and laughing her ass off. Totally didnt' wanna see that. Sure, he's good looking and such, but that's my best friends man. That's like when I saw Justins wang... completely unwanted viewing. So Darin takes off with Shelbee ( Stef's Mustang...and yes, it's supposed to be spelled Shelby..not Shelbee ) and I'm left with the midget. Ended up going shopping in Paso for a lil' bit cause Target is our bestest friend....and going to McClintocks to get Shelbee back from Darin since Stef was missin' her baby. Darin couldn't make it easy on us and park the damn car infront of the restaurant...he hides it in some alley that took Stef and I about 10 minutes of searching to finally find it. She sends me in to McClintocks to tell Darin we're snatchin' the wheels and to give him a pack of cigs....now while I'm waiting, this dude whose like..40...starts hitting on me. Totally grossed me out because he was in my "personal space" and a lil' too close for comfort. I was waiting for like 10 minutes for Darin to hurry up from taking his tables orders so I could give him his shit and go.... old man was like " Did your date stand you up? " ...RIGHT as Darin walked up " Nope! I'm fine, thanks!!" turned right around, talked to him and scooted out the door. Couldn't help staring at his co-worker, Clint. Physically, he's EXACTLY what I like in a guy ::dreamy eyes:: Hopped back into the car and went back to Grover since we needed a nap. Woke up at 9 on the dot and out the door we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showed up at O'Gradeys and we were debating weither we really wanted to drink or not...kinda did, kinda didn't. Mehhhh... went and picked up Darin since he was just getting off of work..decided to go to the bar, drink, play pool and be merry. First thing when I get in the place, some dude comes up to me and grabs my hand and wants me to dance with him. Unfortunately, not into dancing all that much, rather kick it with the boys and watch 'em play pool. Darin's being a pool shark like usual and Stef's enjoyin' her Scmirnoff Ice. I'm walkin' around and seein' what's going on... decided to go out to the car and get my cell phone, completely forgot to mention it to Stef. Opps. I'm out in the parking lot talkin' to some people and realized I better get back inside right when she comes around the corner and chews me out ...party foul. LMAO. Oh well, get back inside and chillin' and enjoyin' the music...some other dude comes up next to me and grabs me by the waist and starts askin me everything under the sun. He was hot...but I wasnt really interested since he was almost spilling his beer on me while talking. Bleh. Maybe next time...kept following me around the place when ever I walked near him though. Muahahaa. Anyway, last call was comin' around, Darin was playin' pool and kickin' some ass. Stef and I were chillin and gettin' out drink on. She's started smoking. So disappointed in that. Seriously... I'm so sad she smokes now. I know she doesn't give a rip that I'm peeved about it, but atleast she only smokes when she's at the bar and not all the time and she's considerate about it. Ya know? I had to hold her cig for her while outside since she had to go back and close out her tab..so my hand smelled like that damn cig. Ewww. Darin came over and killed it off and started his own stick, geesh. Damn tobacco junkies. Went over to Darins and started watching "Punisher"...such a lame ass movie. Got some more booze there and...OH! Darin makes THE best cheese quesedilla....EVER. Like, I'm the kinda kid that just tosses that shit in the microwave and BAM, all ready. Darin on the other hand, busts out a pan...throws down a buttered tortilla...puts cheese on it and grills it...puts another tortilla on top with butter and grills that too. Damn, so good...even though it look like a half hour to get it. LOL. But it was damn good, totally appreciated. Got into a discussion that kinda sucked... and some boundaries were drawn. No hard feelings though, just that certain subject shouldn't be commented on when he didn't know anything about the situation. Went outside at...hmmm..3am? And played with Ellie ( aka Baby Girl ) and Jethro (sp?), Darin's massive Black Labs. They're so adorable, totally fell in love with Ellie. Made me kinda nervous seeing Jethro cause Stef mentioned that when Darin moves in, Jethro is comin' with him.....and that dog is HA-UGE. Like, he'll destroy the apartment within' a week. Hmmm..lol, can we have Ellie instead? Atleast she's a lil' smaller :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning I wake up to Darins brother, Ryan, slamming doors and shit. Seems like a cool guy, but when you talk to him...he's kinda a jerk. Meh. Got a bit of an attitude and he yells alot. Wasnt very willing to talk to him since he was pretty jerky to us all morning... tried being nice but fuck it. If you're gonna be an ass to me, then I don't need to waste my time being nice to you. Simple as that BUUUUUUUUUUDY. His girlfriend seemed nice...although they did wake me up at 8 by running through the house and letting the door to the garage slam. Dara ended up calling me and chatted with her for a while, caught up on some stuff. She wants me to come to SB for Halloween but I told her that I really have to think about it...but I probably won't go cause I just won't want to be there...not cause of her, I just dont want to be in SB. Waited forever for Stef and "Ear" to get up...so I decided around 12:30 to go wake their asses up cause I got really tired of waiting... shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. While Stef was in the bathroom, I was sitting in the front room...and walked back to where Darin was...and damnit, I saw him naked AGAIN!! Totally an accident and he even laughed about it. But hey, so wasnt my fault cause he left his bedroom door WIDE open.By then, my hangover was kicking in and I wasnt feelin' all that hot. Speaking of which, I was 100* in Paso by 2, damn. LOL. No wonder Darins parents had ceiling fans in every room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughhhh, so glad to be home. Started sorting more stuff out and packing things up...clearing out my closet alot. CANT WAIT TO MOVE!! It's like a countdown! :D Ok, gotta get to bed early tonight since I have a conference in Burlingame tomorrow and I have to hit the road BY 6am. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. I better win a fucking fine watch tomorrow for rolling my ass out of bed that early. If not...wouldn't surprise me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE THING....I Love the fact that I recieved 20....yes....20 emails from people asking if I'm "OK" since my last post was on Tuesday...not everyday.LOL. I'm sorry I havent posted anything in the last couple of days, but I've been busy and havent really felt the need to be infront of the computer. I'm not dead ( ovbiously ), not to mention I was out of town and didn't wanna use Stefs labtop to Blog. Thanks for caring though!! :) Take care everyone, cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109625855658029181?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109625855658029181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109625855658029181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/09/he-totally-looks-like-fagged-out.html' title='&quot;He totally looks like a fagged out Beetles band member&quot;'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109583422772135587</id><published>2004-09-21T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T23:42:48.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...and like the ink...it just fades away....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/83/1480/640/roys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/83/1480/320/roys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today....I've been digging through drawers in my room and seperating stuff into "keep" "toss" and "sell" piles...and I stumbled across an old box I used to store sentimental stuff in. I didn't realize how many cards I had accumulated over the years...and some of 'em really threw me down memory lane. Some were good some made me ...well.... very sad. It's funny, ya know? You don't remember certain things until you come across stuff that reminds you about the little things. Some signicant cards brought tears to my eyes cause I remember exactly at what point in time I got it...and those were awesome times. Some of the funniest stuff was from my tonsil surgery and shit like that... never realized how physically ill I've been over the years, I figured it was all just recent stuff. Some things just fade over time I guess... you see how much someone loves you in the words that're written on paper..and like the ink, it just fades away. Reflecting over the cards I found, I had alot of love from someone..and for them....even though when I think of that person now, all it brings is a scorching pain. Pictures from dances....beaches...bedrooms and group hugs with an ex don't impact you as hard as old cards. Honestly...after reading some of the stuff I read...those could make me wanna turn into an alcoholic and drown away what ever pain I have lingering. Thats not me though. So, needless to say, I have a huge "toss" pile right now...and my room is getting pretty empty looking. It's actually pretty nice feeling to be able to get rid of all this stuff I dont need anymore in my life and move onto a better place with better people. You don't realize how much shit you've collected over the years until it's time to pack up and hit the road. All I know is, Ebay is gonna be my best friend since I'm sellin tons of stuff on there....Coach purses, Playstation stuff and etc. It's all gotta go.. sounds like a lame clearance commercial or something, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea anyway, pretty much packed boxes and shit most of the day, Rory called me which was pretty cool and looking forward to seeing him on Friday at O'Gradys.. Looks like Nick is gonna be my partner in crime this weekend since Evan had some business shit he couldn't get out of.....who would've figured he and I end up hanging out so much, he's an ex boyfriend for god's sake (Nick that is..) So anyway, Nick is gonna have a carbomb with me on friday since Stef is wussing out on me...damn sober driver!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH!!! That reminds me, Darin is gonna be moving in with us ...and lemme emphasize it was HIS idea, not hers. I'm SO excited about that since he's such an awesome guy...he's so funny and outgoing, I definetly wouldnt mind having him as a roomy...especially since it'd make my rent $300 instead of $450 :D yay!! Not bad for a room all to myself. So awesome. This weekend I think Stef and I are gonna go shopping for our rooms since the colors I'm gonna be using are black, blue and white while hers is gonna be black, red and white.... we're gonna make the apartment very contemporary and all that jazz. Not only that, but I'm gonna be using vintage martini pictures and stuff ::tee hee::, and no I'm not an alcoholic... I just like the classic vintage look ( I bought &lt;a href="http://www.art.com/asp/sp-asp/_/PD--10104975/sOrig--CRT/sOrigId--9552/Blue_Dolphin_Martini.htm?ui=ADAB7F4DAA9541549003294610576D59"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; picture and I'm going to get &lt;a href="http://www.art.com/asp/sp-asp/_/PD--10096211/sOrig--CAT/sOrigID--1885/Shaken.htm?ui=BC35D96E9EE44EFCBFC56C8846873E48"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note... Roy's shut down tonight for good. It's pretty shitty since the only reason why he's closing shop is because some fuck tard decided to sue him for some stupid ...bullshit reason. Roger ( the owner ) wasnt gonna bother fighting him and waste money on lawyers and junk, so he just figured he'd just close. HOW LAME. So my dad and I are cruising on by there and it looked like Cherrys Jubilee ( which was awesome by the way ) happened to park all over main street and was partying their asses off at Roy's. Being the muscle car junkies that we are, we pulled over and walked around and hung out with everyone, I met some really cool guys from the Salinas Hot Rod Club and fell inlove with the flamed out Mercury that I have pictured below. Ohhhhhhh, and there was a gorgeous 67' Shelby Fastback that was totally tricked out and even had a flat screen in the trunk that was playing "Gone In 60 Seconds ", lol. Tons of choppers and stuff there too. We hung around there for a while, took some pictures and listened to the speech that the club made to Roger since he was a huge supporter of the Hot Rod Club...and they even gave him $1k for his support. I've been there a couple of times, but I always stopped in for the cars....but tonight there were SO many there, Salinas PD had to block off part of Main St. since everyone decided on their own to park their cars and show 'em. Overall, awesome time...too bad that asshole had to sue Roger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKKKKKKKKKKKKKK......................I'm outta stuff to write about, so that means it's bedtime! Is it Friday yet? :) Oh one more thing, I saw Jason riding his motorcycle today...how is it that the guy refuses to get his drivers license forever but now he's on a motorcycle? Hmmm. Either way, it was interesting to see him ride that lil' bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109583422772135587?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109583422772135587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109583422772135587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/09/and-like-inkit-just-fades-away.html' title='...and like the ink...it just fades away....'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109583272984390333</id><published>2004-09-21T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T22:58:49.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/83/1480/640/royhotrod.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/83/1480/320/royhotrod.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome car at Roys&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109583272984390333?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109583272984390333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109583272984390333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/09/awesome-car-at-roys.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109574523875339890</id><published>2004-09-20T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T22:40:38.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute-ness </title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"I swear your dad musta have been a burgalar. Cuz he snatched the stars from the heavens and put them in your eyes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   THATS why Mark is such an awesome friend....corny...but cute, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109574523875339890?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109574523875339890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109574523875339890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/09/cute-ness.html' title='Cute-ness '/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109570658158608081</id><published>2004-09-20T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T11:56:21.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meh.</title><content type='html'>I'm too lazy to Blog, just read &lt;a href="http://www.suvlaki1.blogspot.com"&gt;Stefs&lt;/a&gt;.... mauahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109570658158608081?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109570658158608081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109570658158608081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/09/meh.html' title='meh.'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109549544000096287</id><published>2004-09-18T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T01:17:20.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPGRADE!</title><content type='html'>    Yay!! I got my phone plan upgraded :) YAAAAAYY!! Now I'm armed with 1,000 minutes instead of the shitty 400 I had before . Not only that, but I can upgrade to a new phone next month, sa-weet. It's all pretty and stuff, but the main thing I wanted was the speaker phone capability since most of the time I'm driving and it's annoying to drive with one hand on the wheel and the other with the phone on my ear....and I wanna drink my water!! Meh, I should've just bought one of those Blue Tooth ear pieces, that would've worked too.....but speaker phone is cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Other than that, nothing too productive. Returned overdue movies, picked up all my medications and talked to Evan for a while since he's planning on joining me when I go to Grover Beach next weekend....that should be very interesting. He made me feel bad for not going up North lately &amp; not visiting him, whatta punk ass. It's all good, now he gets to go to my lil' get away place with me and see what I do on my down time. "Is it next Friday yet?!?" LOL.  I can't wait to go, I miss everyone down there so much!! *MUAH*  Ohhhhhhhh yea, Mark and I might go to the shooting range, wheeee!!!! Cant wait to do that either ::teehee:: Aaaahhh, I can't wait to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    There's more to tell, but I'm lazy right now and I need to get to bed since I open tomorrow. Night everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109549544000096287?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109549544000096287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109549544000096287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/09/upgrade.html' title='UPGRADE!'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109540792566552870</id><published>2004-09-17T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T00:58:45.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk Calls</title><content type='html'>    Oh lordy. I swear to God, &lt;a href="http://www.suvlaki1.blogspot.com"&gt;Stef&lt;/a&gt; is one of my favorite sources of entertainment. BY FAR one of my favorites. Here I am minding my own business chatting with Evan when my handy dandy phone rings..and it's the midget. Completely hammered beyond belief. She's gigglin' and laughin... Darin is screamin' Hi to me in the backround " whaaaaaaaaaaaaaadduuuuuuuuuuuuuup buddy!" while Stef is rambling on about how insanely drunk she is. I got the standard " Erika, I love you soo much, your like my sister. Damn I'm fucked up and super drunk......lets focus on meeeeeeeeee.... Oh damn..". Apparently Darin was driving her car since she obviously couldn't, and I could hear him peel out where ever it was they were. All the mean while I'm trying to talk to Stef about my dilemma, but she keeps cutting me off to tell me about how fucked up she is and what she's had to drink, lol. Gotta love it. Oh well, I'll talk to her about everything tomorrow when she's sober and not too hung over. Oh yea, another bad idea...being drunk off your ass and going to the place where your ex works with your NEW and IMPROVED boyfriend, valet park your car when you know your ex is gonna be working valet that night...and go gamble.  I dunno, maybe it's just me when I think it's a bad idea. Now a GREAT idea is bringing Evan with me next week and watch him and Randy make smartass comments to one another while getting drunk and playing pool :) LOL I cant wait, oh god I can't wait. But wait, Nick wants to come too...aghhhh, what to do...what to do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109540792566552870?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109540792566552870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109540792566552870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/09/drunk-calls.html' title='Drunk Calls'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109539325742721520</id><published>2004-09-16T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T20:54:17.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Owwwwwwy :(</title><content type='html'>Meh. I cut my hand open today while I was closing a caseline at work, waaaaaaaaaah. Stupid glass. Had to file an accident report and have my hand badaged up :( That shit sucked, especially since it made it really hard for me to show jewelry and size watches. I had to bribe Carlos to size a Tag Heuer for me since I couldnt get a grip on the tools since the bandage was messin' me up. Grrrr..now I gotta buy him Jamba Juice tomorrow. Oh well, I sold the $1,900 watch, wheee!!! Got loads of compliments today which rocked since I went o'natural today with the hair, rockin' them locks ;) Almost everyone thought I had a perm, which was pretty funny when they were told thats my natural hair and that I straighten it every single day :D Well, atleast people like my hair either extremely curly or extremely straight...too bad it's usually inbetween all of that, bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ohhh yea, since I'm being Ms. Budget Queen thanks to Stef chewing me out... I'm saving money the good way. I'm still buyin' clothes like a mutha, but being smart about it :) Since I'm workin out and everything, I had to get some new skirts since the ones I have arn't cuttin' it anymore. Got 4 skirts which totally kick ass, a new workout racer back top and double layer clubbing shirt for $20. Amazing, isnt it? Muahahahaha, it's good to be a cheap ass sometimes. If I bought all that shit before hand, it would've cost over $230 bucks. My favorite skirt...it's crago green with mesh pockets and has some hardware on it, very punkish. Love it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Stef, thanks for entertaining me at work, lol. Sorry I had to hang up with you, but I havent seen Danielle in forever and she was my bestest bud there at work before she had to split for a new job. Ok, hunger just kicked in so I'm gonna split. Rock steady ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109539325742721520?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109539325742721520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109539325742721520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/09/owwwwwwy.html' title='Owwwwwwy :('/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109534529743064297</id><published>2004-09-16T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T07:34:57.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Got Yer Nose*</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, where do I start. Lesse.... Aright...lets go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The most exhausting thing in the world is to try to make someone happy that doesn't want to be happy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Rye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You're right, I totally agree to that statement. It's exhausting to invest a lot of time into a person you know that in the end, it wasn't worth all the hassle. I totally 100% agree. Now if that comment it aimed at me, then you're very wrong Hun. My recent unhappiness which was short lived was caused by &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, sir. Let's not forget Mr. Justin who takes it upon himself to be you're defender....whatever happened to letting people speak for themself? I love the fact you guys jump all over my ass when I make a comment...and you automatically assume it's aimed straight at Ryan. The world doesn't fucking revolve around him, hate to tell ya that. I was making a general statement. Ever done that before? Sure you have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    As for happy ... the people I love and really &lt;strong&gt;KNOW&lt;/strong&gt; me, know I'm extremely happy and loving my life right now. It shouldn't have to be said, but I guess I have to make it clear to you guys since you seem to be under the impression I'm dwelling indoors and sobbing my eyes out still...I'm moving to a better place, hanging around better people who &lt;strong&gt;SUPPORT &lt;/strong&gt;what I'm doing instead of making fun of me behind my back which you guys were SO well at doing. Overall, you guys deserve one another cause honestly, I couldn't stand all the back stabbing that went on in your group. I'm sure I'll get bitched out for that, but hey ... that's what else is new, right? ::grin::  The best part is, you guys are all in the same house so when one of you reads my blog, you probably swivel around in your chair and tell the other one who then clicks onto my site to read whatever it is I had to say. LOL&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Ohhhhhhhhhh Justin. The Police and Macys comment, looooovely. Superb. Bravo. That took a lot of brain power didn't it? ;) Think and say what you want, but I'm &lt;strong&gt;earning&lt;/strong&gt; my spot and respect out there in the world.::hugs:: On that note, lemme strap my seatbelt on cause it's gonna be a bumpy ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best revenge is to live your life well &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"  Well don't mind if I do, Dad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109534529743064297?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109534529743064297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109534529743064297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/09/got-yer-nose.html' title='*Got Yer Nose*'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109531164694844428</id><published>2004-09-15T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T22:14:06.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwwww......damn.</title><content type='html'>    Damn, Loren. So sorry I cancled on you hun but my migraine was killin' me. And honest to god, be thankful I cancled or you'd be dealing with one miserable chick. We'll hang out tomorrow for sursies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Other than that, I worked for only 5 hours today in which I managed to accidently spray perfume in my eye, get a migraine, tripped on the escalator and ripped my cute skirt... Fuck it. This day sucks. I'm actually going to bed early ( stef, you should be proud of me! ). Miserey loves company..and my bed and my mountain of pillows will definetly keep me company. Night all. Oh yea, Stef...tell Darin hi for me since I'm sure you'll talk to him at 2am again :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109531164694844428?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109531164694844428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109531164694844428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/09/awwwwwdamn.html' title='Awwwww......damn.'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109519157289022636</id><published>2004-09-14T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T12:52:52.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things To Do:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Go for a 2 mile run every day&lt;br /&gt;Eat healthier...no fast food what so ever!!&lt;br /&gt;Do my weight resistance workout for 40 minutes&lt;br /&gt;NO alcohol (except when on vacation)&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the simple things in life&lt;br /&gt;Visit Grammy more&lt;br /&gt;Optimistic, not pessimistic&lt;br /&gt;Dress to Impress, always&lt;br /&gt;Keep the good friends, throw away the bad...&lt;br /&gt;Go to the shooting range atleast 3 times a week&lt;br /&gt;Go to the beach and just sit on the dunes once a week&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to surf&lt;br /&gt;Go sky diving&lt;br /&gt;Get my desired tattoo&lt;br /&gt;Be at academy standards by next summer&lt;br /&gt;Learn to accept the cards I'm dealt&lt;br /&gt;Learn from experience and mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Be open minded&lt;br /&gt;Trust no one until I feel they're trustworthy (and I mean that)&lt;br /&gt;Don't take anyones BS....anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the time I have&lt;br /&gt;Less medical visits&lt;br /&gt;Love my friends for who they've always been&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the past failures since it only delays my future succsess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Blog, I know...but hey, that's me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109519157289022636?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109519157289022636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109519157289022636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/09/things-to-do.html' title='Things To Do:'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109514365121410416</id><published>2004-09-13T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T23:34:11.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work today was lagging...big time. No customers...so all I did was scamper around the store, playing with makeup and checking out handbags.... Bad girl...bad bad bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When I got off of my shift, Loren came by and we hung out at the beach for the longest time. Was really nice to just chill and talk to someone...just relaxing on the beach and just talking about whatever came to mind. Totally a really sweet, nice guy. I really liked his cologne or whatever it was that he was wearing...either way, he smelled good. LOL.  Stayed out there till the sun set and it was pretty dark on the beach.... my hair got all curly from the sea breeze which was kinda funny cause it started to look like a nappy fro. Overall, I had a really nice time with him...was very laid back and simple. We're gonna hang out some more tomorrow so I'm definetly looking forward to that :) Um, other than that, keeping this pretty short cause I'm really tired and my bed is looking damn good right now. Take care, peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109514365121410416?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109514365121410416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109514365121410416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/09/work-today-was-lagging.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109505001224328752</id><published>2004-09-12T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T21:38:34.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! </title><content type='html'>She shoots....she scores!!! &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stef&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got what she wanted....hehehee...you go girl. So happy for ya ;) Darin totally kicks ass and I definetly can't wait till the next time I'm down there to hang out with you guys again. Oh yea. Fuck Randy. LOL. No, not literally...but don't listen to his stupid ass comments....it's his own damn fault anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stef&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... when I grow up, I wanna be just like you :) I can't be a Toys*R*Us kid forever ya know.... can I move in yet?!?!!?!!!!! I'm missing all the fun, waaaaaahhh!!! Just remember...baaaaaaaaaaaaaby steps.  Today totally doesnt feel like a Sunday..&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/7082394-109505001224328752?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109505001224328752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109505001224328752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/09/yay.html' title='Yay! '/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109496435506397376</id><published>2004-09-11T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T22:00:06.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now THAT'S what I'm talkin' about!!! :-D</title><content type='html'>Ohhhhhhhhhh dear lord. Where the hell do I even start. Gotta collect my thoughts since alotta shit went down in the last 72 hours.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so once again I had Thursday and Friday off...and I had full intention on just staying home and being a lazy ass since I didn't really feel like driving....anywhere...not even down the street to get the mail kinda lazy. Now in Stefs mind... when I say I dont wanna go anywhere, she hears " You're coming down and we're going to get shit faced." ....well OKEY DOKEY THEN! Being spur of the moment and all that jazz, I hit the road around 6ish Thursday night and boogied on down to Grover and hung out with Hobbit ( the new and improved nicknamed I've heard her referred as by several people...lol )...meh, she'll always be my Midget. Anywho, made it there by 8ish and just chilled at her house for a while, we got all dolled up and she called some guys to meet us at the bar...mainly Darin and Randy. In normal circumstances, you wanna hang out at a bar that's somewhat close to where you live....but thats just me I guess. We ended up going to O'Gradys in Paso Robles. Thats 40ish minutes away. I was thinking " this better be a damn good bar"...it was. Had a really good time even though I practically went deaf from the DJ blasting the music WAY too loud, met Stefs lil' love interest, Darin whose a total sweetheart and funny as hell. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE his tattos, love 'em!! Plus, that dude knows his shit about artwork, total shocker cause I was expecting him to be a complete moron or something ( sorry hun, but most of the guys we've talked to there are airheads, don't deny it.) Then... I met Randy. Dear Lord. That dude is ha-uge. Not fat, but tall...and beefy. Daaaaammmmnnnn. So yeah....haha. Anyway, Stef and I hung around and drank to our little hearts content while watching Randy and Darin shoot pool and try to kick each others asses... while in the mean time Stef was trying to make me go up to some random hot dude and talk to him... Not gonna happen...la la la, I can't hear you... doesnt matter how much booze is in my system, I wont go up to some random guy and get my ass shot down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..whew, this is still about the first night, haha...had to break that paragraph up. So yea, as the night goes on, I'm chit chatting with Randy and he seems like a pretty cool guy...little cocky, but nice. I was just in awe how tall he was, but he seemed more impressive probably because I was 3 beers into my night and we were talking on a slanted floor, so I of course was even shorter since he was at the top of the slope talking to me.Stef and I watched Darin play pool and kick everyones asses at it, even though he was getting pretty blitzed himself. Ok...here's where shit gets kinda funny...before all of this, Stef and I were chillin in her room and was talking to me about this dude named Mike thats supposed to meet up with her at the bar...showed me a pic of him and figured all is gonna be cool. But she's never seen him in person. haaahaaaaaa.....so yea, ok...fast forward to the bar..I'm sitting by and kinda watching the guys play pool and Stef is busy talkin to someone else when I notice this dude that looked familiar. It was that dude Mike from the picture Stef showed me....not cute...at all. Luckily for Stef, I spotted him first before he found her in the bar ( he didnt know what I looked like ), so I sprinted over and dragged her into the bathroom and told her he was there... the overall feeling was " Fuck. This sucks, he needs to go home..." lol. As sad and fucked up as it is...Stef was able to avoid and blow him off by making Randy hug up on her and shit, whatta meanie. Mike went home and apparently left a tweeked message on her phone, oh well. Fun times at the bar. So yea, midnight rolls around and Randy took off since he had to go to work.. Darin, Stef, me and a different Mike ended up playing doubles on the pool table. Last call was made and out the door our little drunken asses went. Well. Darin and I were fucked up but Stef was the "responsible one". Went down the street to Blusies and Darin made me take a shot of something I dunno what the fuck it's called...but that stuff tasted like licorice and messed me up extremely fast. Like, I went numb and I laughed like an idiot all night long.Went to Darins house while I sat in the back of the Mustang and talking on Stefs phone to Randy since I seemed to be his source of entertainment for the evening. Boy asks some serious questions...hmmm.. should've given me a heads up right then and there. Oh well. Darin picked up some over night clothes since we was gonna crash at Stefs place with us. Randy demanded us to bring him food and keep him company...in due time... First we went to Darins...parents Art Store. Such a cool little store...hung around there for a bit and keep in mind this is about 3am now. Still on the phone with Randy... like an hour later on Stefs phone...muahahaha.. ok, so finally get food for him and show up at his work. Hung out there for a little bit till it was time to take our sleepy asses back to Grover. Needless to say, I was drunk and slept like a log in the backseat of Stefs car till we got to her apartment. Once my head hit the pillow, I was a goner. SOOOOOOO GONE. Oh, what time was it that we finally got home your wondering? Oh thats right, 5:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, didn't wake up with a hangover so thats a good sign. Stef left Darin in her room since apparently they stayed up and talked till she had to go to work...that means she had been up for over 24 hours straight since she had to go to work at 8:30... he was sleeping like a rock when I checked on him when I rolled outta bed around 10ish. I get a phone call from Stef and she asked me if Randys arrived yet...and of course I'm like " WTF.... Randys coming here?? Why?" Apparently he was coming to pick Darin up and take him back to Paso..riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. So I'm like " fuck that shit, it's shower time" and of course, the second I get in the damn shower and get shampoo in my hair, I hear the doorbell. I start laughing hysterically cause it's like OF COURSE he arrives when I'm in the shower...why WOULDNT he arrive when I was all fresh and dressed. So I'm trying to wash the stuff out of my hair, and he keeps dinging the bell..but faster and faster to the point where I'm amazed it didn't wake Darin up. I get out, throw my jammies on and answer the door lookin' like a sopping wet rat. Sexy hunh? Yea, some of you know EXACTLY how that looks, so I'm not lookin' too spiffy at this point in time. Randy giggles when he see's me and says " Are you always wet when you answer the door for guys?" ....fucking smartass. Makes himself at home and stuff while I dry my hair and everything... tell him not to come in the bathroom since I'm changing and he decides to tell me it's rather pointless to put clothes on... being dumb as shit, I'm like " whys that?" ..."well you're just gonna get naked again so don't waste the energy". RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT. I had to brace myself against the bathroom door to make sure he wouldnt open it since whoever the geneous was that installed the door for the bathroom, neglected to put in a doorknob that LOCKED. He actually tried getting into the bathroom where I was!!! aghh!! So yea, from then he sprawled all over my bed which wasnt nice since I was still wanting to snooze a lil' bit.... no matter how many times I smacked him with pillows to move, he kept grabbing at me and finally tossed me on the bed ::Sigh:: Ended up cuddling while watching some paramedic show and all that jazz. LOL Stef, you did warn me about his special trick. Totally didn't believe you, it's like all he did was snap his fingers and all was lost. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Fuck beans. Got a little back massage action, talked about the tattoos he wants to get...showed me on my back where he was planning on getting them...and everything just went out the window and I went instantly S-T-U-P-I-D. Lets just say... I had a bounce to my step for the rest of the day. ( AUNTY LOO......FORGET YOU EVER READ THIS...PUH-LEAAAAAAAAASE ). Whatever I used to be depressed about instantly disappeared into my happy BLISS. :-D So ....yea....hahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Stef came home about an hour and a half later... I was harrassing Darin who was starting to wake up from his coma and I think Randy was sawin' logs on my bed. Dude has the loudest snore EVER. EVER!!!!! That shit rattled the windows, no wonder Stef and Darin call him Yeti. Went on a foodrun for Darin and Stef since I needed some fresh air... had some KFC and got my ass laughed at :: sigh:: ...NO REGRETS!! Randy woke up and was cranky to Darin...after a while the guys took a hike since Darin had to be back in Paso by 5 for work. Stef and I both crashed again until my phone started singin'....Mark finally decided to call me back, so he and I went out to dinner and caught up on some stuff. He's such a sweet guy, so glad he's my friend. SOOOO GLAD. A girl always needs a good guy friend like him. Went out to dinner at some Italian place and had a good ol' time, got back to the apartment by 8:30 and started gettin ready to go out again. Straightend my hair...no, I mean, REALLY straightened it. Looked really cool. Packed all my shit in the car and headed to Paso since we were all gonna crash at Randys place for the night since I had to leave super early in the morning for work. All I can say is... Randys house is a damn mess. So filthy. Nasty. I mean...wow... anyway, dropped my car off at his place and off Stef and I went to Ogradys again. Place was pretty busy...but what the hell is it with old men and complete perverts hitting on me?!?!?!? I swear to God...if you're 30+, don't talk to me. Got a tab going, listened to alot of music, stared at alot of hot guys and I decided to walk over to Blusies to get Darin since thats where he was.... left stef at Ogradys for a lil bit and had some drinks on my own. No Darin to be found so walked on back to where the midget was.... on my way there, I saw this dude walking toward me that was staring at my all night while at Ogradys, and I wasn't diggin' him......at all..... so he's talkin' to me and walkin' me back to Gradys....Meh.. Saw Stef chillin outside just shootin' the shit with some dude...and for no damn reason, little weirdo guy totally grabs my ass. Nothing pisses me off faster than some dude I dont know just grabbin' my ass. Shoved him and told him not to touch me again and went inside to find Stef since she went back to close her tab. Next on the "Things to Do", Find Darin. Went back over to Blusies and shit...walked around for a while and finally found him. Darin ended up driving the Mustang since Stef and I were way too hammered to even attempt it.... got some grub at Jack N the Box and once again dropped some grub off for Randy since he was workin' again. From there went to his house and just crashed like no tomorrow ( it was officially 4 something when I got into bed ). I HAD to be up and out the door by 6:30 am since I had to drive all the way home and be in Monterey for work today. Sucked so much ass. UGGHHHHHHH.... I pretty much cat napped and couldnt really snooze since if I did, theres no chance in hell I'd get up in time for work. Got up and was on the road by 6:50, rolled into town by 8:15ish...took a 10 minute nap in my oh so needed bed then scampered off to work. I looked like shit. Funny though, my co-workers said I looked awesome and really happy for some reason...hahahaaa. I guess they noticed that lil' extra bounce in my step. Worked all day and scampered on home... busted this blog out for ya and now my happy ass is going to bed. Hope this was extremely entertaining for you folks cause I owed' ya'll a fatty bo batty blog. I served and delivered ladies and gentlemen.... now...on that note. I'm going to bed. As for Stef, she's going out drinking AGAIN with Darin...lol. They're not alcoholics because they don't go to meetings ;) Overall, I had a kickass trip, no regrets and definetly lovin' my life... Hehehehee.... anyway, peace out and cheers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Keep your fingers crossed for lil' miss Stefanie....she's wantin' that "oh so special " kiss from Mr. Darin. Now she knows what blue balls feels like since she's been gettin' teased and denied that damn kissed...hahahhaaa. Darin's evil. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109496435506397376?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109496435506397376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109496435506397376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/09/now-thats-what-im-talkin-about-d.html' title='Now THAT&apos;S what I&apos;m talkin&apos; about!!! :-D'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109475382368642884</id><published>2004-09-09T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T11:17:03.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Life is overwhelming, heavy is the head that wears the crown... I'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I dont fall down.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Suvlaki1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: When I grow up I want to be like you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Gotta love the best friend/ future roommate. LOL, Thanks &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stef&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. One of us has to be brave and dumb as shit when it comes to life...I guess I'm the one for the job :) Hehehee... I'm sure I make you really nervous.... ::wink wink :: I get to sign my lease in &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!! Thats gonna be one kick ass birthday present to myself, gettin' the fuck outta dodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day. Training begins. Been doing alot of thinking this summer and reflecting on what I've truely want to do with my life. I've narrowed it down and I'm going for it.... besides, I dont wanna have that sterotype image when I finally acheive the job I want. Dont you wish you knew what I was talking about? ;) I'm shooting to get into the academy by next summer, so untill then, my best friend (other than &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stef&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)  will be my joggers radio since I'll be running my ass off and working out in the gym. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Justin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, look me up in a year and I'll give you a run for your triatholon money :P Heh, just kidding, you'd kick my ass in a heartbeat without even breaking a sweat and I know it. Hey, whatever happened to my polo ball? On that note, gotta go for a run.  Rock steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109475382368642884?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109475382368642884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109475382368642884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/09/life-is-overwhelming-heavy-is-head.html' title='&quot;Life is overwhelming, heavy is the head that wears the crown... I&apos;d love to be the one to disappoint you when I dont fall down..&quot;'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109454410289726332</id><published>2004-09-07T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T02:27:43.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just let me vent....OK?</title><content type='html'>::sigh:: I know I'll probably get chewed out for this...but I'm gonna say it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when your still hurt emotionally on the inside that you're still nautious and on the verge of a mental breakdown? Where you keep reliving that pain over and over again... not willingly, but when the littlest shit reminds you of that person. That overwhelming anguishing pain rears its ugly head and makes you feel dead inside.... I keep experiencing that pain. Even almost 3 months later..... No matter how hard I try, it keeps coming back stronger than ever. I know everyone says " get over it" , but it's SO hard to get over someone you were with for so long. How can they just drop you like you never meant anything to them? Not to mention the person you so deeply loved bounced right to another chick before the first tear hit the floor. Comes across to me that I was being lied to by someone that I truely trusted with everything I could possibly have ever intrusted him with. My heart was shattered...and that more than anything hurts SO bad, it could drive you insane. That stomach churning feeling is always present and I just want it to go away .... I know some of you that read this don't give a shit, while the others probably completely understand where I'm coming from.... but this is literally killing me. I can't take too much more of this...I feel completely alone as if my existence wouldn't matter if one day I just disappeared. I dont want this to come across as dramatic, but if you could feel this agony in my body, you could see why I want to voice this and get it off my chest. I sat in my car and just suddenly burst into tears and sobbed and screamed out as loud as I could to get out all my frustration...made me feel better for a little while....but my voice went out on me. Overall.... I've been completely crushed to the point where I don't think I'm gonna be able to pull out of this nose dive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, my mom ran away a month ago and just now decided to grace us with her prescence today. Funny, my dad and I didn't really miss her and we're both annoyed that she's back. Maybe she'll take off again ....maybe for 2 months this time instead of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positive blog material: Moore, Heidi and baby Moore came to visit me at the store today which was cool. Filled out some paperwork for Heidi's ring since it has to be sized down. Dropping all that baby weight made her finger get tiny, so we'll fix her ring up for her.. Got off of work and hung out with them for a lil' bit around the Mall, went with them to pick out baby clothes and then toodled on home. Ended up going over to their house later and watched "Taking Lives". Really good movie except Heidi got freaked out really bad at the end...can't blame the girl. If I just had a kid and saw that movie scene, I probably would've gotten really upset too. Anyway, it was really nice to see them and hang out.... both of them are really great parents so it was interesting to see them handle Kegan when he was fussy and what not. I'm glad I dont have kids right now cause that'd just suck, but after spending alot of time with those two, kinda makes me wanna consider ever having some...in a good way. Hmm...conclusion: I'm tired, sick to my stomach and had severe nosebleeds all day to the point where I almost passed out at work. Lovely eh? :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109454410289726332?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109454410289726332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109454410289726332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/09/just-let-me-ventok.html' title='Just let me vent....OK?'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109447870773700471</id><published>2004-09-06T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T06:51:47.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This sucks.</title><content type='html'>Under any circumstances......getting up and leaving for work by 6:50am sucks a left one. And you know why? For some ungodly reason, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MACY*S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tends to think pepole are gonna bust through the doors this early in the morning to go shopping. I dont think so. If I had the day off.....which almost everyone &lt;em&gt;BUT&lt;/em&gt; me does... I'd still be sleeping and then probably go do other shit instead of spending it indoors and spending money! Especially with the kind of weather we've been having. But hey, thats just me. Atleast I'm off &lt;strong&gt;WITH PAY&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow, yippee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109447870773700471?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109447870773700471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109447870773700471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-sucks.html' title='This sucks.'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109436652418355029</id><published>2004-09-04T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T19:48:47.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Info for Justin....although I'm sure you already read about it..</title><content type='html'>Here's &lt;a href="http://www.indianlarry.com/"&gt;Indian Larrys&lt;/a&gt; personal site and here's the story about him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Indian Larry' Said Killed at Bike Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onclick="var adsImgxxyz=new Image();adsImgxxyz.src='http://ar.atwola.com/redir/B0/Mve10ZanVn6e3_zgQ6RXfxxBPwHq2RxuT9pjePxUFxHKfVeQcKspYw$$/http://ar.atwola.com/creative/ARTLIB/A/A/1x1.gif';return true" href="aol://1722:Travel/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ar.atwola.com/link/93179295/915752557/aollocal?target=_blank&amp;amp;border=0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CONCORD, N.C. (Aug. 30) - A custom motorcycle builder known for his appearances on cable's Discovery Channel died Monday at a hospital of head injuries suffered during a stunt, officials said."Indian Larry" fell off a motorcycle Saturday while performing before 8,000 people at an arena outside Charlotte. He was not wearing a helmet, the officials said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian Larry was standing on the moving bike when it began to wobble and went out of control, said Mike Downs, Cabarrus County deputy manager. His full name was not immediately known.&lt;br /&gt;"Indian Larry was a man with great skill and talent as a mechanic and metal sculptor," said Robert Freeman, chairman of the county board of commissioners. "He will be truly missed by his fans here in Cabarrus County and throughout the nation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian Larry, who appeared in movies and television shows, was featured on a Discovery Channel series in which motorcycle builders design and build bikes from scratch, then have them judged by motorcycle aficionados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109436652418355029?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109436652418355029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109436652418355029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/09/info-for-justinalthough-im-sure-you.html' title='Info for Justin....although I&apos;m sure you already read about it..'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109435129638268098</id><published>2004-09-04T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T19:43:31.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Havin' Fun in the Grover Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a note:&lt;/strong&gt; Happy Birthday Adam! I know we don't really talk or anything that much, but welcome to the 21 club :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, just arrived from playing in Grover Beach and had a really great time with &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stef&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Went over to her work and just visited for about hmmm.....4-5 hours there..? I think.. Well anyway, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Stef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was scrambling to help her boss get his taxes done and I ended up helping with the calculating stuff. Even though it sounds incredibly boring, it was really fun and I had a good time...no only is Tom ( &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stefs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; boss) really nice, he's funny as hell and didn't give a shit about half the stuff we were doing. LOL. While they were trying to figure some stuff out, he just randomly says "&lt;em&gt;Fuuuuucccck this&lt;/em&gt;" but in a real hick voice. Guess you had to be there, but we all busted out laughing cause we were all thinking it, but just didn't wanna say it. So yea, from there &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stef&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I went over and did the gurly thing by having our nails done...she got the refill while I got a pedicure. Felt awesome to have my feet all pretty again :) &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stef&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the other hand, the woman that was working on her nails ended up being snatched from her cause apparently some whiny bitch was complaining... bleh. So &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stefs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stuff ended up taking almost &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 hours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. Oh well, they're pretty nails and I guess that's all that really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retreated back to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hotel Del Stefanie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and relaxed for a while before gettin' ready to hit up some bars in SLO since the midget is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;officially 21 now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, yay! Got all dolled up and rolled on over to some place called Mothers Tavern...? I think that's the name... very cool place but a lil' bit on the empty side. Got my booze and all was good in the world. Then we went next door to the Library and I had my RedBull and Vodka...muauhahahahaha. Now if any of ya'll know me...you know how I am with alcohol and how fast it hits my system. By the time I was done with that drink, I was happy, giddy, very talkative and had the stability of a 1 legged horse. Yeaaaaaaaaaaaa....LMAO. So Stef decides we need to go to the Casino, in which I agreed only because it was pointless to argue since I'm drunk and I have no say. She comes to the decision that I need more alcohol for some reason so she plans on going to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AppleBee's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and have something there while on our way to Chumash. Well, we stop off at the gas station to get some gas...and I don't really remember all that much, but when I was walking out of the shop store, I tripped and fell. Not smoothly either. Like, all my weight landed on my knee and I skid. lol. At first it didn't really hurt...but now that I look at my knee which is completely tore up and throbbing, that mutha trucker hurts like a biotch. Oh well, thats what my stupid ass gets for being drunk and trying to walk around....good thing stef was driving. Funny, there was nothing there for me to trip on, I just suddenly fell. On that note, we go to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AppleBees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in which I have more alcohol introduced to my system and last call is made... OFF TO THE CASINO WE WENT! Singin' our little hearts out to the radio since we didn't give a shit and rolled up to valet at Chumash. Playing &lt;strong&gt;Black Jack&lt;/strong&gt; while intoxicated is VERY interesting. Not only that, but &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stef&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; practically knew every dealer there cause she goes there so much. Started out with $20 and ended up having $120 after a while.....but my greediness kicked in and lost everything, GO ME! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Stef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; did really well and walked away with some money....cause she's big pimpin' like that. Now keep in mind, it's 3am and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Stef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I are just now starting to go home. I met the infamous &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when he was working....bleh. Total Dingus. So ok..through out the day, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has been calling me to see what I'm up to since he's headin' on over to RENO with his family and such. Poor guy, when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Stef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I were leaving around 9ish for the bars, he called and was telling me that he had some kinda stomach issues that were keepin' him in his hotel room while everyone else was down in the casino. Bleh. Being sick sucks, especially when you've driven all the way from Pacific Grover to Reno for vacation! 3am rolls around and he texts me to see if I'm still awake, inwhich I am since &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Stef &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and I are going home in her handy dandy Mustang... calls me to tell me he hopes I'm having a great time and wishes me sweet dreams. AWWW, how nice! Apparently I'm getting another shotglass to add to my collection...SWEET! :)  Definetly gonna get a hug and such for that :D Got back to &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stefs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;place almost around 4am..gaaaaaaaawd. Crashed the second my head hit the pillow. Out like a light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning and shocked I didn't have a hang over...such a good thing. Lounged around the apartment and then &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stef&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I hit up Dennys which took forever since they hostess accidentally skipped us. GRR. When your hungry, mistakes like that can get ugly. Got our food, talked about alotta shit and went back and lounged some more at the apartment. A very lazy morning, we're all entitled to one once in a while! Um...blah blah blah, drove home and now I'm relaxing some more and about to watch some movies. Oh yea, stopped off at Verizon and picked out the cell phone I wanna get, so when the 16th rolls around, I'm gonna have a new upgraded plan and then change my phone out since the one I have right now is dying a slow death. Shitty thing is, when I move down south, I wanna get an &lt;strong&gt;805&lt;/strong&gt; area code ,butI can't keep my number... I'll end up getting a new number issued to me...&lt;em&gt;BUT I WANNA KEEP THE ONE I HAVE SINCE EVERYONE KNOWS IT!!!&lt;/em&gt; Just switch out the &lt;strong&gt;831&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;805&lt;/strong&gt;!!wahhhhhhhhhh Anyway, love ya'll....gotta run, but take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109435129638268098?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109435129638268098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109435129638268098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/09/havin-fun-in-grover-sun.html' title='Havin&apos; Fun in the Grover Sun'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109418564503329676</id><published>2004-09-02T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T21:27:25.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy shit..... Indian Larry died?? :*(</title><content type='html'>That's a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109418564503329676?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109418564503329676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109418564503329676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/09/holy-shit-indian-larry-died.html' title='Holy shit..... Indian Larry died?? :*('/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109410621379467066</id><published>2004-09-01T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T23:23:33.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the company got a bunch of new-hires....and I'm stareing at one of 'em cause she looks really familiar... Then it dawns on me, she looks exactly like Carmella Soprano. She even has the makeup and jewelry down just like her. Weird.  Cool, but weird. Now I got that damn theme song stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109410621379467066?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109410621379467066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109410621379467066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/09/so-company-got-bunch-of-new-hires.html' title=''/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109401616894311442</id><published>2004-08-31T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T22:22:48.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meh.</title><content type='html'>You know when you sit by yourself long enough...you start to think about things.... that's what I've been doing. It's not about recent things...but things about the past. Like 4 years and so on ago. There's some people I really wish I didnt lose contact with , then there's some I dont regret parting ways with.. I dunno. I have have this feeling of " should I or should I not".  I dunno. I just dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109401616894311442?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109401616894311442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109401616894311442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/08/meh.html' title='meh.'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109393928941537900</id><published>2004-08-31T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T01:06:16.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea, Pimpin' ain't easy. IT'S EXPENSIVE! :-O</title><content type='html'>Ok. First of all, I got skills for even remembering my Brinkster screen name and even the password considering I haven't used it in probably about a year. But DAMN! I can't figure out the site worth a damn. They changed it a lot so stupid people like me can't figure it out very well. ::frump:: Anyone out there willing to give this dumbass some info on how to upload pictures on the site? I'll love you looooooooong time if you help me, LOL. Yea, stamp Dumbass on my head, I'm sure I'll wear it quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I got a fat paycheck comin' this week that I needed SO bad. Wanna know why? My cell phone bill is $378 bucks. Yea. I went over my minutes. I'm stupid. Yes, I know this. Oh well, shit happens. But I did enough in hours and commission sales to pay that bill plus some. YAY!!! ::whew:: Learned my lesson on that one. I'll only talk after 9pm from now on and only on weekends....no more text messages either. At least stupid lame ones just to say "hi"...thats 40 cents right there!! SORRY GUYS! lol. Oh yea, I know someone's gonna be gay enough to tell me to stop calling sex lines and shit because my bill is so high, so I'll just say "whatever" right now to get it done and over with. When October comes around, I'll upgrade my plan and change the area code to 805 that should help out a lil' bit. I need a new cell phone too, mines starting to die a lot ... not only that, but the charger insert is getting all tweaked so when I plug the charger in, it doesn't connect anymore....meh. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick. Dude. You're an ass. LOL. Putz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I went drinking with my &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Auntie Loo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and my &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Gotta love that :D I learned not to mention past drinking experiences with dad... thanks &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Auntie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for teaching me the proper etiquette of discussing my adventures without sounding like a complete bumbling lush. LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109393928941537900?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109393928941537900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109393928941537900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/08/yea-pimpin-aint-easy-its-expensive-o.html' title='Yea, Pimpin&apos; ain&apos;t easy. IT&apos;S EXPENSIVE! :-O'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082394.post-109379664009799885</id><published>2004-08-29T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T09:26:24.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my Aunty Loo :)</title><content type='html'>So here I am, mindin' my own business on Friday and I'm talkin' to my &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; online about something that I really don't remember ... then she says outta the blue," I'm commin' to visit." Meh? Say what? Now under normal circumstances, most family is within your state or something so it's not a big deal with they say they're coming to visit, but my Aunty lives waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay up in Washington and I haven't seen her in about hmmm... 3ish years? hmmm.. anyway. So yea, my &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hopped in her big ass SUV and drove down, sa-weetness! SOOOO MISSED HER. Honestly, she's my absolute favorite family member. No lie. She's one of those adults you can actually talk to about anything and everything and doesn't grill you....well at least to me, but my cousins on the other hand...LOL. It was pretty cool because I happened to have Saturday off which was the day she rolled into town. So she picked me up and went over to harass my dad at his work, he was getting off for lunch so we toodled on over to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;AppleBees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...oh by the way, chicken fajiita wrap..SO GOOD... so yea...talked about a lot funny stuff, they reminisced about how Salinas was when they were kids..blah blah blah. From there we went shopping....and shopped...and shopped...and shopped some more. I haven't been to &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Northridge Mall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in forever and man has it changed. Got some more tops and aunty got some jeans eventually since it was starting to feel like Mission Impossible when it came to finding the perfect pair for her, lol. From there, toodled on home and relaxed. I guess she's gonna be in town for a few more days, yay! :) Oh, why is it the day before my day off it's hot as fuck and then the next day (my day off) it's foggy and shit. Whats up with that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessee, what else? Oh yea, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stef&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Your cell phone sucks hun, kick &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cingulars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ass and just switch to &lt;strong&gt;Verizon&lt;/strong&gt;. Besides, doesn't everyone you know have Verizon anyway... I know I do and I'm suuuuuper oober special. LOL. My phone really was dying last night by the way!! I wasn't trying to sluff you off or anything cause I was talking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Henry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I swwwwwwwwwwear, so don't get all ticked at me...Hugs! When I'm down on Friday, we'll go out drinking since your officially 21!!!! sweetness!! :) Besides, we'll have a blast and meet some hot guys...oh yea, speaking of which, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Henry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; said he &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; come with us, so you'll finally get to meet him, LOL. Maybe &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would wanna come too...hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that Buzz worthy news, I'm scampering off to the shower now since I have to work today. bleh. Can't we all be born rich or something? Shoooooooooooooot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082394-109379664009799885?l=trendyblogger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109379664009799885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7082394/posts/default/109379664009799885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trendyblogger.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-love-my-aunty-loo.html' title='I love my Aunty Loo :)'/><author><name>*Erika*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www25.brinkster.com/spitfireblnd102/cheesy3.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
