<?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-2500512338463287186</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:04:04.911-07:00</updated><category term='Kings of Leon'/><category term='Albatross'/><category term='loop nyc'/><category term='paramore'/><category term='bath and body works'/><category term='simple shoes'/><category term='Bernard Schlink'/><category term='jeans'/><category term='Christian Louboutin'/><category term='burt&apos;s bees'/><category term='Paris Hilton'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='frederic fekkai'/><category term='music'/><category term='Tucker Max'/><category term='Brad Metzler'/><category term='DHL'/><category term='fork'/><category term='outsourcing'/><category term='biking'/><category term='jewelry'/><category term='Fendi'/><category term='blackberry'/><category term='Big Bird'/><category term='Chelsea Handler'/><category term='douchebags'/><category term='vans'/><category term='ipod'/><category term='food'/><category term='Chace Crawford'/><category term='Book of Fate'/><category term='rockband'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Tom&apos;s Shoes'/><category term='converse'/><category term='andy warhol'/><category term='Dixie Chilli'/><category term='louis vuitton'/><category term='India'/><category term='Book of Lies'/><title type='text'>Life without the Duvet Cover</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830583577792612872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5Qtb3IQAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3ASN37_coms/S220/meee5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500512338463287186.post-3999978208055108609</id><published>2010-01-27T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:39:34.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional Friends?</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a while because I haven't had access to the internet. I have not one, but TWO computers but somehow I never get to use one. I'm not even typing this from one of my computers. I just wanted to get a few things off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, what does the word unconditional mean? Simply put it means without conditions. What are conditions, you say? Well, conditions are circumstances that can prohibit something from happening (or to happen). Let's say your boyfriend/girlfriend said they would break up with you if you got a DUI. So, it's imperative that you NOT get a DUI if you want to continue dating this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a friend? A friend, to me, is someone who you laugh with, talk to often, hang out with, someone who I can confide in. A friend wouldn't fuck your boyfriend/girlfriend, steal from you, lie to you, or beat you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... an unconditional friend sounds pretty awesome right? They're hard to come by but I think I have a few. I tend to keep the same friends around and don't like burning bridges. There are some x friends of mine that like to talk about me and how great their unconditional friends are; friends that shunned them and only want to be around because I am no longer in the picture. Friends who, at the drop of a hat, would no longer be their friend if they were friendly to someone they deigned inappropriate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those x friends need to be bitch slapped back in their place and leave my name off of their lips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2500512338463287186-3999978208055108609?l=taylor5885.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/feeds/3999978208055108609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2500512338463287186&amp;postID=3999978208055108609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/3999978208055108609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/3999978208055108609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/2010/01/unconditional-friends.html' title='Unconditional Friends?'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830583577792612872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5Qtb3IQAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3ASN37_coms/S220/meee5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500512338463287186.post-8750067272761914200</id><published>2009-08-20T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:36:11.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fendi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Louboutin'/><title type='text'>Girls don't like boys, girls like cars and money</title><content type='html'>I got back from NY on the 5th and it's been nothing but shit for the past 15 days. I'm really counting on things to turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is that I might have two jobs which means I will be able to go shopping and purchase luxury items that will not only brighten my day but define my psyche (ha...). I'm also positive that these items will provide me countless days of joy and amusement (lies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/So4hC4K-J7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/h3_I3lEZJnA/s1600-h/0452516480416R_CBLACK_300x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/So4hC4K-J7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/h3_I3lEZJnA/s320/0452516480416R_CBLACK_300x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372267738821437362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really want- I MEAN NEED- these Christian Louboutin leather pumps.  Ever since New York, my feet have become accustomed to a type of abuse they never endured before. I would love nothing more than for these pumps to molest my tiny feet mercilessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saksfifthavenue.com/main/ProductDetail.jsp?PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524446227674&amp;amp;FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=282574492709417&amp;amp;bmUID=1250828428305&amp;amp;ev19=2:15"&gt;Purchase here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear a size 5. Just in case someone wanted to buy them for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/So4i5WQxdWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IUGctuMVmqI/s1600-h/fendi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/So4i5WQxdWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IUGctuMVmqI/s320/fendi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372269774123398498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Fendi Pouchette is actually affordable (and when I say affordable I really mean I've spent more on a purse). I will most likely buy this in a couple weeks, the more I think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saksfifthavenue.com/main/ProductDetail.jsp?PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524446222077&amp;amp;FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=282574492709761&amp;amp;bmUID=1250828900175&amp;amp;ev19=1:37"&gt;Purchase here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2500512338463287186-8750067272761914200?l=taylor5885.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/feeds/8750067272761914200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2500512338463287186&amp;postID=8750067272761914200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/8750067272761914200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/8750067272761914200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/2009/08/girls-dont-like-boys-girls-like-cars.html' title='Girls don&apos;t like boys, girls like cars and money'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830583577792612872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5Qtb3IQAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3ASN37_coms/S220/meee5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/So4hC4K-J7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/h3_I3lEZJnA/s72-c/0452516480416R_CBLACK_300x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500512338463287186.post-7272276486011444082</id><published>2009-08-17T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T14:32:41.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Siren</title><content type='html'>How did we get here?&lt;br /&gt;I meant every word I said, while you swore everything with your fingers crossed behind your back&lt;br /&gt;Empty promises leaked from your lips, forming an acidic puddle around my feet&lt;br /&gt;Momentarily trapping me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a lost cause; I just grew tired of proving myself to you&lt;br /&gt;You wear a pretty mask to hide all the ugly harbored deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Your song had me transfixed like a sailor drawn to a siren&lt;br /&gt;I nearly crashed into your wake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2500512338463287186-7272276486011444082?l=taylor5885.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/feeds/7272276486011444082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2500512338463287186&amp;postID=7272276486011444082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/7272276486011444082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/7272276486011444082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/2009/08/siren.html' title='Siren'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830583577792612872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5Qtb3IQAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3ASN37_coms/S220/meee5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500512338463287186.post-5108330614751527609</id><published>2009-08-04T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:26:58.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a slacker I've become</title><content type='html'>I've had computer issues pretty much the entire time I've been here in New York. I come home tomorrow and will have plenty to post within the next few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2500512338463287186-5108330614751527609?l=taylor5885.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/feeds/5108330614751527609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2500512338463287186&amp;postID=5108330614751527609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/5108330614751527609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/5108330614751527609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-slacker-ive-become.html' title='What a slacker I&apos;ve become'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830583577792612872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5Qtb3IQAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3ASN37_coms/S220/meee5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500512338463287186.post-3719278783511964386</id><published>2009-06-11T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:02:12.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the cute one... he's just my brother</title><content type='html'>Side note: I wrote this on LAST Saturday but didn’t get around to posting it until now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night started innocently enough, we (Lauren, my fiancé) picked up Melissa from her apartment that was slain so viciously by fire the night before (her bedroom ceiling collapsed onto her bed from the fire her neighbor started). I don’t know what I’d do if my little munchkin had been sleeping in that bed when it happened. I’d probably triple axel myself into depression! After picking her up we went to our friend Jason’s house. We did paper, rock, scissors to determine who was going to drive to the bar from Jason’s. Lauren lost, therefore making her the prime candidate to drive. SO, Jason drove, because that made more sense apparently. I’m sure Jason felt like such a pimp (going to the bar with four chicks), even though he told us he felt gay. Nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lie of the night: I told an elderly woman that Jason was my brother. Not only was he my brother but he was also my twin. I don’t know why I did that (wasn’t really drunk), I guess mainly for my own amusement. I asked her to tell us who was the more attractive twin. She called me shallow. We left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceeded to the next bar which made us all feel like we were at a wedding reception; the electric slide was playing and I’m sure somebody somewhere was doing the Macarena. On the way there I was eye raped by a woman who told me to shake my thang and that she wanted to do me. I don’t know why she felt compelled to say this. Perhaps it was because I was wearing purple? We found a table outside and sat down. We were joined by a monster of a man who begged to buy my bra. Yea, that’s right. He wanted to purchase the bra I was wearing for $40.oo claiming they needed it for a bachelor party (scavenger hunt??). I told him he needed to step it up. $60.00 for the bra and it was his. Why you ask? Well the bra cost $50.00 and if I’m selling some stranger my bra he should buy me a new one right? He declined my offer and tried to haggle with me. Doesn’t matter; he didn’t get my bra. I knew he wouldn’t pay $60.00 which means he wouldn’t have paid $100.00 (which is what I really would sell it for… that’s a $50.00 profit). By the way, I told him my name was Anna…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other lies that ensued, but I really can’t remember full details because of the drank, were that my mother was black (I was called a racist because I didn’t want to talk to some man on a dark corner at 2 AM) and I had been married for two years and Melissa was a junior bridesmaid (she is now 17 ya’ll). I can only hope I have more interesting weekends coming my way…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2500512338463287186-3719278783511964386?l=taylor5885.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/feeds/3719278783511964386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2500512338463287186&amp;postID=3719278783511964386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/3719278783511964386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/3719278783511964386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-cute-one-hes-just-my-brother.html' title='I am the cute one... he&apos;s just my brother'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830583577792612872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5Qtb3IQAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3ASN37_coms/S220/meee5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500512338463287186.post-7302637903261448623</id><published>2009-06-05T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:47:40.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book of Fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book of Lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Albatross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Bird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad Metzler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris Hilton'/><title type='text'>Book of... shit</title><content type='html'>I figured I would write about two of the worst books I have ever read (actually I didn't finish them...oh and they were audio books). Keep in mind that I will pretty much read anything; from Gossip Girl books to biographies about Hilter. Furthermore, not only do I read books such as Gossip Girl, I enjoy them (go ahead... LAUGH). HAHAHA SO FUNNY! But I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago I went on a literature journey that led me nowhere. I had heard that Brad Meltzer writes a mean and entertaining book. I checked out the audio book (so I could listen at work!) of "Book of Lies" and ascertained that I would enjoy such a thriller. I mean, a book that boasts correlations between Cain and Abel (from the bible) and Superman, this shit had to be good. I la la la LOVE stuff involving the bible and ADORE fantastical, whimsical fables involving Super heroes. If this book had been read by Justin Timberlake I believe I would have jized in my pants from hitting such a trifecta jackpot! So, basically it had me at bible/comic book thriller but lost somewhere around Chapter 5. If I’m being honest I actually lost interest by the 2nd chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, I was appalled that there weren’t any cuss words on the first, second, or third disc (which is probably how far I got). Now, I can really respect a book that doesn’t use fuck, shit, etc BUT Mr. Meltzer here just substitutes “potty mouth terms” with ridiculous shit like “What the crap” or something about “I’m a lawyer you monkey” (actually that might have been in “Book of Fate”).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t even finish the book because of the shitty dialogue and the way the overdramatic “actor” read each sentence. It was painful to listen to; every line was delivered in a tone that should be reserved for sentences like “You have cancer; you have two weeks to live” or “The world is going to be destroyed by a meteor in two days; we are all going to die”. It was like watching Paris Hilton dance- I mean flap about like an albatross. Something no one should ever be subjected to. It’s embarrassing just to observe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I stopped listening to it. A few days later I decide that I’m going to try and listen to his other book which is called “Book of Fate” (he must have spent HOURS coming up with the title). “Book of Fate” is about a young Presidential Aid who gets shot in the face and it leaves him permanently disfigured, blah blah free masons, blah blah, faked death. Much to my dismay it was narrated by the same douche that recorded the other one. I’m obviously a sick, pathetic person to allow myself to check out this audio book. I knew I would be annoyed… &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually got further in this book than I did with “Book of Lies”, mainly, because I found it so fucking hysterical. Same style of dialogue, which is absurd because I can tell you right now if someone was threatening my life or chasing me down with guns I wouldn’t be saying “what the crap” or calling people “monkeys”. I would probably be shouting things that could make Howard Stern blush. But I digress… &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, turns out the Presidential Aid, Wes, discovers that the President’s best friend (that was assassinated the day he was shot in the face) isn’t dead at all. SO, he tries to unlock the truth with, wait for it…. Wait for it…. CROSSWORD PUZZLES. That’s right ladies and gents… the secret to the worst day of his life unravels in a crossword puzzle that the President did. I can’t even go on about this anymore because I actually fear that I will make people dumber for reading all of this. Har har… &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The message that I am trying to convey is… don’t read these books. You will get Chlamydia  and die. No, not really but they do suck and are anticlimactic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sort of off topic but does anyone see the resemblence. Maybe not an Albatross... perhaps Big Bird?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SioBjeP9HaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZTfMGIKxNLM/s1600-h/0220_paris_hilton_pcn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344085616755547554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SioBjeP9HaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZTfMGIKxNLM/s320/0220_paris_hilton_pcn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SioBc5dOrmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uzAttq1YO04/s1600-h/albatross-l-stare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344085503799897698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SioBc5dOrmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uzAttq1YO04/s320/albatross-l-stare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SioBqpiyhGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Q8lpZ23oK1o/s1600-h/6a00d8341c630a53ef00e553ebf3368834-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344085740046419042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SioBqpiyhGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Q8lpZ23oK1o/s320/6a00d8341c630a53ef00e553ebf3368834-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2500512338463287186-7302637903261448623?l=taylor5885.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/feeds/7302637903261448623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2500512338463287186&amp;postID=7302637903261448623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/7302637903261448623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/7302637903261448623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/2009/06/book-of-shit.html' title='Book of... shit'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830583577792612872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5Qtb3IQAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3ASN37_coms/S220/meee5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SioBjeP9HaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZTfMGIKxNLM/s72-c/0220_paris_hilton_pcn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500512338463287186.post-7703345504990341115</id><published>2009-06-01T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:11:34.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DHL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outsourcing'/><title type='text'>Mindfck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, I haven't posted in a while. I've had a VERY exciting past few days. This past Friday was an eventful one! I've had an inkling, for over a month, that they were going to lay off our department at work. Financially (FOR THEM) it makes sense. Corporations have been doing it for a while now and DHL decided that it wanted to be cool so they are laying off people in my department and giving our jobs to those in India! WOW! Who would have thought?! ANYWAYS, they pile us all into a room like cattle off to the slaughter house, and tell us that we are the elite group that will lose our jobs. Apparently they are keeping 10 employees for the department. O well, I'm quiting (is that spelt right?) in two weeks anyways. Off to New York I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You know what really pisses me off? People that ride bikes ON THE ROAD. That's what sidewalks are for. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SiQ1KFlxfPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XAvDnQobNsg/s1600-h/bicyclist.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I get that sometimes there isn't a sidewalk but most of the time there is. I don't want to hit your spandex ass so please stay OFF THE ROAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SiQ1WbS9vAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/k4yn_ejWmYA/s1600-h/bicyclist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342453717368945666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SiQ1WbS9vAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/k4yn_ejWmYA/s320/bicyclist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342453320755625154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SiQ0_Vy-vMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dT_lUtVm4Xo/s320/Sidewalk%2520-%2520Enlarged%2520Tree%2520Well.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further more, why are my pictures (above) all jacked up. It's almost like they are scared to be aligned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2500512338463287186-7703345504990341115?l=taylor5885.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/feeds/7703345504990341115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2500512338463287186&amp;postID=7703345504990341115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/7703345504990341115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/7703345504990341115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/2009/06/mindfck.html' title='Mindfck'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830583577792612872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5Qtb3IQAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3ASN37_coms/S220/meee5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SiQ1WbS9vAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/k4yn_ejWmYA/s72-c/bicyclist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500512338463287186.post-737838137110229082</id><published>2009-05-19T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:39:41.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody's paying the piper</title><content type='html'>My cousin was killed in a hit and run accident back in Feb. Here's the article: &lt;a href="http://www.tampabay.com/news/publicsafety/crime/article1002198.ece#comments"&gt;http://www.tampabay.com/news/publicsafety/crime/article1002198.ece#comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl that supposedly did it went to court today and got away with it. Even though she apparently admitted to the cops she did it (but she wasn't read her miranda rights so they can't use that against her). It was dismissed. She didn't even get a FUCKING PARKING TICKET.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2500512338463287186-737838137110229082?l=taylor5885.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/feeds/737838137110229082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2500512338463287186&amp;postID=737838137110229082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/737838137110229082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/737838137110229082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-believe-this-was-dismissed.html' title='Somebody&apos;s paying the piper'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830583577792612872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5Qtb3IQAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3ASN37_coms/S220/meee5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500512338463287186.post-8888295388583893699</id><published>2009-05-15T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T12:31:24.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want... so does Kelly?</title><content type='html'>Here Kelly, I found this on my friend's blog (which happens to be amazing FYI): &lt;a href="http://www.thelook4less.net/2009/05/celeb-style-steal-reese-witherspoon.html"&gt;http://www.thelook4less.net/2009/05/celeb-style-steal-reese-witherspoon.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336134744531178466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sg3CRzFmk-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/MiO1HOb0TmE/s320/feed_100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Each bag that is purchased feeds 100 kids a school meal in Rwanda. They are only $30.00! Birthday present, Kelly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedprojects.org/shopping_product_list.asp"&gt;http://www.feedprojects.org/shopping_product_list.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have another bag on there too that is $100.00 and feeds 2 children school meals for an entire year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2500512338463287186-8888295388583893699?l=taylor5885.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/feeds/8888295388583893699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2500512338463287186&amp;postID=8888295388583893699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/8888295388583893699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/8888295388583893699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-so-does-kelly.html' title='I want... so does Kelly?'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830583577792612872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5Qtb3IQAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3ASN37_coms/S220/meee5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sg3CRzFmk-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/MiO1HOb0TmE/s72-c/feed_100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500512338463287186.post-2488372458903767312</id><published>2009-05-10T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:31:54.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha!</title><content type='html'>Friday was my birthday and I had a lot of fun! Melissa broke my camera but she's getting it fixed (thanks Melissa &lt;3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Bride Wars Thursday night after work. It was funny. I am usually not into chick flicks (sometimes... I have to be in "the mood"), but it was cute and fluffy... hopefully I will be watching Notorious tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jen Lancaster is pretty hilarious. I haven't finished this book yet but I have been laughing the entire time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334277519011730962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SgcpJC4L1hI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2SVy8BHwK-Y/s320/Pretty%2520in%2520Plaid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren and I listened to Vampire weekend on our way home from lunch today and we decided that we really like them hahaha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334278171028751042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sgcpu_1KAsI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2DLxmqYk9ng/s320/vampireweekend1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2500512338463287186-2488372458903767312?l=taylor5885.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/feeds/2488372458903767312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2500512338463287186&amp;postID=2488372458903767312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/2488372458903767312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/2488372458903767312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/2009/05/ha.html' title='Ha!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830583577792612872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5Qtb3IQAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3ASN37_coms/S220/meee5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SgcpJC4L1hI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2SVy8BHwK-Y/s72-c/Pretty%2520in%2520Plaid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500512338463287186.post-4494423554457564152</id><published>2009-05-03T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:23:25.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchebags'/><title type='text'>You're probably a douchebag if...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're just so good that you even believe yourself; dropping lines and painting imagery of how you're so misunderstood and all you want is for people to see "what a great guy" you really are. But you aren't a great guy and I wonder if, under your oh so trendy vintage shirt that you probably bought at Urban and "distressed" jeans, you know it. You put other people down so you can elevate yourself to new heights of douchebaggery. You even comment on the way other guys look or dress; &lt;strong&gt;because you are superior and we shouldn't forget&lt;/strong&gt;. You'll even go as far as to make fun of music or movies other people like so you look cool. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get over yourself!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You aren't that great. You're trying so hard to look like you aren't trying hard at all- you're doing it wrong. I'm starting to think that all guys I encounter came from the same cookie-cutter. You're all the same and if you're not then you're probably crazy or I haven't met you yet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really despise the young male population. Infact, I would go as far to say that I despise the majority of human population (yes, girls can be douchebags too). No, I haven't been dumped and no I'm not really angry at one person. After last night, I've been thinking about a few things and this is how I've felt all along but just never said it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2500512338463287186-4494423554457564152?l=taylor5885.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/feeds/4494423554457564152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2500512338463287186&amp;postID=4494423554457564152' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/4494423554457564152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/4494423554457564152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/2009/05/youre-probably-douchebag-if.html' title='You&apos;re probably a douchebag if...'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830583577792612872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5Qtb3IQAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3ASN37_coms/S220/meee5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500512338463287186.post-3244445469639278231</id><published>2009-05-03T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T11:39:07.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bamboo</title><content type='html'>I really love bamboo. So much infact that I have two bedrooms in my house with bamboo flooring while the rest of the flooring in my house is oak! I want a bamboo bed so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331668484606758034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sf3kPQUhjJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pXk5pEsnesM/s320/Sollani%2520Bed%2520Room%2520copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331668421029522498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sf3kLjeh7EI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Vg63qqCtk1g/s320/bamboo-bed-high-touch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331668335155005394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sf3kGjkcx9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ifNTbN34b68/s320/Bamboo_Bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2500512338463287186-3244445469639278231?l=taylor5885.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/feeds/3244445469639278231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2500512338463287186&amp;postID=3244445469639278231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/3244445469639278231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/3244445469639278231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/2009/05/bamboo.html' title='Bamboo'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830583577792612872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5Qtb3IQAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3ASN37_coms/S220/meee5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sf3kPQUhjJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pXk5pEsnesM/s72-c/Sollani%2520Bed%2520Room%2520copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500512338463287186.post-6951320212857987742</id><published>2009-04-29T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:39:17.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because you're a tool doesn't mean you can fix it...</title><content type='html'>I'm seriously considering moving back to FL if I don't get a job in NY. I could either move to central FL where my mom's entire family (minus two people) will be living or I could move to the dirty south and maybe get a place with Kelly. It's time for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all out of books to read right now. I feel as if there is a void that needs to be filled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2500512338463287186-6951320212857987742?l=taylor5885.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/feeds/6951320212857987742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2500512338463287186&amp;postID=6951320212857987742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/6951320212857987742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/6951320212857987742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-because-youre-tool-doesnt-mean-you.html' title='Just because you&apos;re a tool doesn&apos;t mean you can fix it...'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830583577792612872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5Qtb3IQAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3ASN37_coms/S220/meee5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500512338463287186.post-4839914401218596934</id><published>2009-04-27T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T13:11:39.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhh! One more week and I'm out of school! Only two months until I go to NY; I still need to buy my ticket though. Anyone want to hook me up with a buddy pass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren came over on her lunch break today and I made us some whole wheat tortellini with broccoli, garlic, and pesto sauce. Ahhh so good! I had fries last night =( I need to stay away from the junk food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that more and more restraunts up here are offering "vegetarian dishes". I think that's neat since I do know a lot of people who don't eat red meat. I also know a lot that eat chicken, turkey and pork and call themselves vegetarians. This confuses me. Technically I'm NOT a vegetarian. I do eat fish. O well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2500512338463287186-4839914401218596934?l=taylor5885.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/feeds/4839914401218596934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2500512338463287186&amp;postID=4839914401218596934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/4839914401218596934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/4839914401218596934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahhhh-one-more-week-and-im-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830583577792612872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5Qtb3IQAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3ASN37_coms/S220/meee5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500512338463287186.post-7552827400611977079</id><published>2009-04-25T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:28:31.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can have whatever you like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SfMrw0nV38I/AAAAAAAAAG4/4OkrPJ9zYMk/s1600-h/HAHAHAH.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328650901866799042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SfMrw0nV38I/AAAAAAAAAG4/4OkrPJ9zYMk/s320/HAHAHAH.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I obviously spent hours "photo shopping" this glamour shot of my father. I think he looks stunning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2500512338463287186-7552827400611977079?l=taylor5885.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/feeds/7552827400611977079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2500512338463287186&amp;postID=7552827400611977079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/7552827400611977079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/7552827400611977079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-can-have-whatever-you-like.html' title='You can have whatever you like...'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830583577792612872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5Qtb3IQAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3ASN37_coms/S220/meee5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SfMrw0nV38I/AAAAAAAAAG4/4OkrPJ9zYMk/s72-c/HAHAHAH.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500512338463287186.post-8931679880083031318</id><published>2009-04-23T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:11:04.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bath and body works'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loop nyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackberry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paramore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burt&apos;s bees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frederic fekkai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='louis vuitton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='converse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andy warhol'/><title type='text'>These are a few of my favorite things. Well for now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SfFTNckCRMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/owi2yRGDV7I/s1600-h/300_blackberry_bold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328131324626748610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SfFTNckCRMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/owi2yRGDV7I/s320/300_blackberry_bold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't leave home without it. I would probably self-destruct if it were to cease existing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328134808875623938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SfFWYQZs5gI/AAAAAAAAAGw/9LP1yZ5qSyo/s320/burtbee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm seriously obsessed. OBSESSED! I CANNOT leave home without this. If I do; well I guess I'm going to a store and buying a new one. I'm not kidding. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328125341320534402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SfFNxLAq2YI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Qa1YV6M7bs0/s320/blackcurrantvanilla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Bath and Body Works Black Currant Vanilla body scrub. I like the lotion too. This smells DIVINE! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328126924443652386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SfFPNUmokSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-0rzzDhxl9g/s320/fekkai.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I love the smell and my hair always feels great after using. I like the conditioner too. Obviously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328127838493590914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SfFQChtHxYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/W2SBTNl1ync/s320/lv.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so bad. I actually broke the zipper on this... AGAIN and still haven't fixed it. I love it though, I need to get it fixed so I can use it all the time again... pathetic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328128187756291698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SfFQW2z1pnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/OMXGjxx8uTs/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is not broken and happens to be used EVERYDAY. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328130456140662018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SfFSa5M0RQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Hzig6vsrfNM/s320/Converse_Chuck-Taylor-All-S.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chuck+Taylor= Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328130910795554242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SfFS1W6_XcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/z_UczLDJHLw/s320/AAAAAhk9ZJsAAAAAABLkDQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have slip on checkered vans in black/white, grey/white and multicolored. Yea, I'm a dork.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328131989861052882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SfFT0KwQMdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/InROJ5UETNc/s320/img-thing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Loop NYC Andy Warhol bag. I actually have a few of these (by a few I mean four). I use them for school and work.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328132353733820018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SfFUJWSR_nI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yqXsODCBWpc/s320/rockinrio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of these bottles live together in my bathroom cabinet. I have other perfume but this is def. my fave!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328132840598376562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SfFUlr_1kHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vR7DBIfnT7c/s320/153832_f520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramore! I probably have been listening to them AT LEAST four times a week for the past year and a half and I still love them.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328133297416687858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SfFVARxz0PI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2osPPnJSV98/s320/ipod_5g_grp_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old ass ipod. I'm due for a new one. I have a 30GB and only 5 GB remain =(&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328133819374787698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SfFVeqOUXHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NiN-OyqmwA0/s320/post5f1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny jeans. Don't care what brand. Right now I'm loving F21 jeans. Mainly bc they are cheap and I'm on a budget *tear*. Note: I have NO IDEA what brand of skinny jeans I posted a picture of. Looks like a shopbop.com photo. I'm probably wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I like a lot of random things. There's more but I'm tired and I can only stand editing so much before I start to go crazy. I barely touched on music (Paramore isn't all I listen to) and didn't even mention all the books I read (it's a lot). Oh, nail polish... I'm quite smitten with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2500512338463287186-8931679880083031318?l=taylor5885.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/feeds/8931679880083031318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2500512338463287186&amp;postID=8931679880083031318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/8931679880083031318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/8931679880083031318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/2009/04/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These are a few of my favorite things. Well for now.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830583577792612872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5Qtb3IQAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3ASN37_coms/S220/meee5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SfFTNckCRMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/owi2yRGDV7I/s72-c/300_blackberry_bold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500512338463287186.post-2665495423902091387</id><published>2009-04-23T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:11:36.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bernard Schlink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom&apos;s Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chelsea Handler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>oy vey iz mir</title><content type='html'>Ugh! I just woke up freaking out that there's all this stuff that I have to be doing and I don't know what it is. I hate school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished Are you there, vodka? It's me, Chelsea by Chelsea Handler and started The reader by Bernhard Schlink. Yes, totally different. Yes, I probably have ADD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want t&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SfCi2lje41I/AAAAAAAAAFA/7R3ypJCbR3M/s1600-h/28-TOMSTYLERWHT-H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327937417856869202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SfCi2lje41I/AAAAAAAAAFA/7R3ypJCbR3M/s320/28-TOMSTYLERWHT-H.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o get a pair of Tom's Shoes. The ones with paint splatters are cool. The fact that they dontate a pair of shoes to a child with every pair purchased is pretty neat too. Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.tomsshoes.com/"&gt;http://www.tomsshoes.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2500512338463287186-2665495423902091387?l=taylor5885.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/feeds/2665495423902091387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2500512338463287186&amp;postID=2665495423902091387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/2665495423902091387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/2665495423902091387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/2009/04/oy-vey-iz-mir.html' title='oy vey iz mir'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830583577792612872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5Qtb3IQAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3ASN37_coms/S220/meee5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SfCi2lje41I/AAAAAAAAAFA/7R3ypJCbR3M/s72-c/28-TOMSTYLERWHT-H.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500512338463287186.post-8474833065761646046</id><published>2009-04-21T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:12:05.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kings of Leon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewelry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fork'/><title type='text'>nehqwerty</title><content type='html'>I wish this semester would end already. So aggravating! I feel like I don't have a lot of free time and when I do have free time the last thing I want to do is study/homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really into Kings of Leon right now. I didn't like them at first but now I do; they seem to be an acquired taste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Se4Eg8lH6yI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b94t72gK5Dw/s1600-h/design_3_1219616673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327200373290036002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Se4Eg8lH6yI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b94t72gK5Dw/s320/design_3_1219616673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want this fork bracelet. I'm on the fence because it's $43.00. Not really super expensive but I guess I feel weird paying that much for a fork. Eh, I will probably buy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up until 4:30 am on the phone with Margaret. As usual. I wonder what time we will actually get to bed when I'm staying with her. Hilarity is likely to ensue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! Every paragraph starts off with the word "I". Oh well, back to my mac and cheese!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2500512338463287186-8474833065761646046?l=taylor5885.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/feeds/8474833065761646046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2500512338463287186&amp;postID=8474833065761646046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/8474833065761646046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/8474833065761646046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/2009/04/nehqwerty.html' title='nehqwerty'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830583577792612872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5Qtb3IQAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3ASN37_coms/S220/meee5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Se4Eg8lH6yI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b94t72gK5Dw/s72-c/design_3_1219616673.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500512338463287186.post-3831737470709957851</id><published>2009-04-19T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T14:42:35.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>KY&lt; NY!  I need to be there NOW! Last night was seriously insane; words and adjectives cannot be used to describe what went down.  I am not even going to because I don't think it should be documented. It exists in my memory and the memories of good patrons in Newport, KY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to get out of here and to NY. I'm tired of people trying to control me and making me feel bad about everything I do.  I'm such a people pleaser and I need to stop worrying about everyone else and focus on myself. Also, after last night I don't think I should dance. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish people would stop bitching at me. It's so annoying and exhausting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2500512338463287186-3831737470709957851?l=taylor5885.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/feeds/3831737470709957851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2500512338463287186&amp;postID=3831737470709957851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/3831737470709957851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/3831737470709957851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/2009/04/fml.html' title='FML'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830583577792612872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5Qtb3IQAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3ASN37_coms/S220/meee5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500512338463287186.post-8122311693679773123</id><published>2009-04-14T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:28:38.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer Face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SeT_qWIktVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wsOZS0jMaEc/s1600-h/tipalet-cigarette-ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324661762419897682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SeT_qWIktVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wsOZS0jMaEc/s320/tipalet-cigarette-ad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so glad we've come such a long way in the advertising world. HA! Yea right...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2500512338463287186-8122311693679773123?l=taylor5885.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/feeds/8122311693679773123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2500512338463287186&amp;postID=8122311693679773123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/8122311693679773123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/8122311693679773123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-so-glad-weve-come-such-long-way-in.html' title='Cancer Face!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830583577792612872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5Qtb3IQAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3ASN37_coms/S220/meee5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SeT_qWIktVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wsOZS0jMaEc/s72-c/tipalet-cigarette-ad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500512338463287186.post-5108568406330030388</id><published>2009-04-13T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:26:29.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dixie Chilli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rockband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chace Crawford'/><title type='text'>Do you really expect me to believe your soul belongs to the devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SeOdg8kCNbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qg1OxJxYT3Q/s1600-h/molly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324272373820700082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SeOdg8kCNbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qg1OxJxYT3Q/s320/molly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I watched a very lame movie last night.; "The Haunting of Molly Hartley". Probably one of the worst movies I've seen all year. Two hours of my life I can never get back. I was easily enticed with the picture of Chace Crawford on the dvd cover. It's misleading... he's not in every scene and his character has about as much personality as a wet mop. Scholars may argue that he is not a good actor; I'd rather believe lies. He sure is pretty. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night was a complete bust. Went over to my friend's house and played rockband. Let's just say that AT LEAST an hour was spent grunting and humming into a the microphone. These were my feable attempts to score "AWESOME" and allow our "band" to get higher points. I did better grunting and humming than when I sang the actual words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up, was an action packed half hour at Jerzees followed by a decadent meal (cheese fries... shoot me) at Dixie Chilli. I can't believe I shaved my legs for Saturday night; what a waste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to change my blog name to Life w/o the Duvet Cover. I have ADD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to READ Coraline tonight at work. It's basically all I have to look forward to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2500512338463287186-5108568406330030388?l=taylor5885.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/feeds/5108568406330030388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2500512338463287186&amp;postID=5108568406330030388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/5108568406330030388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/5108568406330030388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-really-expect-me-to-believe-your.html' title='Do you really expect me to believe your soul belongs to the devil'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830583577792612872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5Qtb3IQAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3ASN37_coms/S220/meee5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/SeOdg8kCNbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qg1OxJxYT3Q/s72-c/molly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500512338463287186.post-6610005514386764633</id><published>2009-04-10T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:48:14.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning to the Night</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired! My cousin, Brit, ended up staying with me last night or should I say this morning. I didn't get to bed until really early; maybe 7 am? Words cannot express how excited I am; I was offered an internship with Nicole Miller in NYC! Just saying it makes me die a little inside!HA! I'm supposed to be going in July, maybe it will be towards the end of the month so I can still go to Bimini with the family (and Kelly but she's family too). I need more sleep like I need more cowbell. Night kiddies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2500512338463287186-6610005514386764633?l=taylor5885.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/feeds/6610005514386764633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2500512338463287186&amp;postID=6610005514386764633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/6610005514386764633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2500512338463287186/posts/default/6610005514386764633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taylor5885.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-morning-to-night.html' title='Good Morning to the Night'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16830583577792612872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5Qtb3IQAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3ASN37_coms/S220/meee5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500512338463287186.post-8922478829338249888</id><published>2009-04-09T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:18:28.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simple shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tucker Max'/><title type='text'>I will ascend above the heights of the clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I decided to start a blog because I enjoy writing and sharing my thoughts, purchases, poetry, and recommendations with people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anywho, I just finished reading &lt;em&gt;I Hope They Serve Beer In &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hell &lt;/em&gt;by Tucker Max. It was disturbing and hilarious; at the same time. I would recommend this book to people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5EHRwfo0I/AAAAAAAAADg/0IU7CqEfYsM/s1600-h/beer-in-hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322766701415080770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5EHRwfo0I/AAAAAAAAADg/0IU7CqEfYsM/s320/beer-in-hell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;who have a sense or humor and/or who are male. Because, let's face it, some people are just uptight and get offended way too easily (irony; I have been told that I get offended easily). Would I date a guy like Tucker Max? No, but I'm sure I have. Do I condone treating women like sex objects? No, but he sure as shit presents it in a humorous way and at times apoligizes for his whore-ish adventures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so frusterated with myself as of late. I stopped eating meat back in December (mainly for health reasons), and recently I've been the worst junk food vegetarian ever! I need motivation to start eating better again. Also, it was kind of helping with my attention span but I pretty much blew it by drinking coke and eating junk food again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I recently bought two pairs of simple shoes and I LOVE LOVE them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Simple Shoes is know for its use of "green" sustainable materials &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simple_Shoes#cite_note-0"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Bamboo" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bamboo"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bamboo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Jute" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jute"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;jute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Hemp" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hemp"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hemp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, recycled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="PETE" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/PETE"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PETE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, used &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Tires" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tires"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Cork (material)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cork_(material)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5ICIo0R-I/AAAAAAAAADw/Ok-JZqdJxYs/s1600-h/9223-NAT-pl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322771011114125282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5ICIo0R-I/AAAAAAAAADw/Ok-JZqdJxYs/s320/9223-NAT-pl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of their products are not, however, considered vegan because of their use of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Leather" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leather"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;leather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simple_Shoes"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simple_Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5H1bFeuuI/AAAAAAAAADo/ThFbuORFJ_0/s1600-h/3040_119_detail.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322770792727886562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5H1bFeuuI/AAAAAAAAADo/ThFbuORFJ_0/s320/3040_119_detail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9MlEPWeWK8/Sd5ICIo0R-I/AAAAAAAAADw/Ok-JZqdJxYs/s1600-h/9223-NAT-pl.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think it's funny that they are owned by the same company that owns UGG, mainly because some of their stuff IS considered vegan. O well, I'm not going to pine on the logistics. The shoes that I bought are on sale for $14.99 and look somewhat similar to Vans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hopefully this weekend will bring interesting, new people to the table. 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