<?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-7055226502190824498</id><updated>2011-07-30T16:42:24.997-07:00</updated><category term='ikat'/><category term='fun'/><category term='madras'/><category term='bed'/><category term='blog'/><title type='text'>what's funny?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16217135838119390645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055226502190824498.post-4095325778823539778</id><published>2010-02-07T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T09:18:49.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2/6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was in florida and decided to have my bday party at a safeway. one of the cashiers agreed to let the party take place in his check-out line (#5) lots of friends happened to be in town. i brought sweat suits in every color of the rainbow for people to change into and dana brought silverware and made spaghetti. we eventually decided to just hang out in the parking lot. where lots of people were making out but no one wanted to make out with my mom's friend carl. he started to get a little aggro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055226502190824498-4095325778823539778?l=funtimeforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/feeds/4095325778823539778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2010/02/2610-was-in-florida-and-decided-to-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/4095325778823539778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/4095325778823539778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2010/02/2610-was-in-florida-and-decided-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16217135838119390645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055226502190824498.post-273591369729115154</id><published>2010-02-06T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T21:25:24.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some from the archives.......</title><content type='html'>5/8/08 I was with Hilary Clinton when she found out she had received the nomination for democratic candidate. She was so happy she came up to me and hugged me, we were in some thrift store and she whispered in my ear "now I'm going to dress slutty for the remainder of my campaign" I thought that was funny and a good idea and agreed to help shop/style her.  She also confided in me that "no reagan on rushmore" was her favorite Blanche Devereaux song and that she was a big fan. It made me not as sad that obama didn't get the nomination but i was still a little bummed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/10/?&lt;br /&gt;Went to school at Yale. Realized that I hadn't attended one class over the entire semester. Got a form to fill out, found out we were to keep track of our progress. Realized there were only 6 classes. Started going to one and realized it was easier than kindergarten. All you needed to do to get a good grade was be pure and loving. Like one of the assignments was pushing a puppy on a swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/18 i was in bombay for a birthday party for dan aaberg. i was summoned into a room by two indian women who i was told needed healings desperately. they couldn't speak any english so we communicated psychically. i told them "i am not a doctor" they said we know it's fine. then i told them i would heal their auras and they said good that's what they wanted. so i gave them very intense healings. later i was on a huge ocean liner with ashley, dana, and a bunch of other friends. ashley and i went up to these weird little attic room that was made of wood and very very small like a coffin you could only lay down horizontally to fit in it. while we were in it the ship took a nose dive and we had locked ourselves in. i thought to myself, i do not want to die in this little room i'd rather die in the ocean. i started frantically kicking through the roof even though ashley was telling me not to. then we jumped out and were standing on the top deck of the ship which felt like a million miles high. dana was all the way down in the ocean screaming "jump!" i had a crucial moment of hearing her say that and listening to my intuition and they were in harmony. i jumped and so did ashley and literally one second later the ship went down exactly where we had just jumped. luckily we had swam away and dana ashley and i were all cheering and yelling and hugging in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/4/08 I was with Eva and Fiona and I told them to wait in the car and wash two cell phones but not pick them up while I went in and ate at this Chinese restaurant.  Then there was a bunch of Chanel stuff and I was trying to figure out if any of it was real. One of the bags had a Chanel symbol with a slash through it and I thought to myself "well this one's not real".  Then I started walking near Lakeshore park and I saw Bart who was looking kind of chubby. We hugged and I said "what are you doing" and he said he was going to see Taurus (but he pronounced it ta-rus like he always does) I was like "what? Sam's in LA right now and they haven't practiced for years. we walked over to this little outdoor amphitheater and there was a group of people sitting on bleachers. I saw Cris and her hair was platinum blonde and in a big pompadour ponytail. I didn't recognize her and we just stood and looked at each other for a little while before giving a hug. Then i saw dana who was with paige landstra and said they had just done a mirror prayer hoping taurus would really show up and play. it seemed they had developed a cult following. meanwhile michelle was playing with this band that was wearing all purple, someone was playing a tambourine that dana thought was a crumpet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/1 i was pregnant and going into labor but i didn't look pregnant and i hadn't known/remembered i was pregnant until the final moments. when i did i was horrified that i had smoked pot and drank beer last night. i was giving birth in what looked like a las vegas hotel annex, not a room but some area in one of the malls. it had that same lighting and weird tripped out carpet. my parents were there but no sam. at one point they didn't think i was very close but i felt like i was going to throw up and something (a part of the baby?) almost came out my mouth. then they all laid me down on a table and the doctor had a boa constrictor crawl into my vagina to release an egg? get the baby down? i don't know why but i made myself not think about any of it because it was so disturbing. then there was this part where the doctor put a vacuum up to me and was trying to suck the baby out in short powerful bursts. the vibe around the labor was sort of sad sort of scared and sort of excited.  i didn't take any drugs or pain medication. finally the baby came out, she was tiny tiny and fell into a tub of water. i could hear her make little sounds but she wasn't crying. she kept floating underneath the water and no one was doing anything to bring her above the surface. i started freaking out, saying she'll drown! i could barely get up from the table. finally i think someone brought her to me and told me her name was lilli-anne i felt annoyed that i didn't get to name her. she was as small as a rodent and pink and very cute. at that point sam showed up who didn't ever know  i was pregnant and the reality set in for both of us. he started saying "you know your problems with money? well now you live for two people not just one." and i was saying do you think this was a mistake? should i have gotten an abortion? and he was sort of implying that he thought i should have, which broke my heart after going through the whole labor. then i said "we can give her up for adoption" and he said "i think we should look into our options"  then we were at a whole foods type place and for fun we put the baby behind the prepared foods counter inside the glass and now it looked a lot bigger like 6 months old and it was staring at both of us and it had an exact combination of both of our eyes. they were sam's color but my shape and they were staring at us with a look that was half a sam look and half a me look, and we started cracking up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055226502190824498-273591369729115154?l=funtimeforme.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055226502190824498.post-5106679181645207939</id><published>2010-02-06T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T21:19:18.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i've decided to go ahead and make this a dream blog from now on. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was pregnant and realized it was about time to have my baby. i got taken to a big open room that looked like an old army hospital where i met my doctor who would be officiating the birth.  he looked like a fucking lunatic- sort of like charles manson. he had an insane look in his eye and a crazy demonic grin. i thought to myself "trust it, just go with it." i started feeling a very subtle pressure in my stomach and realized that i must be going into labor. it seemed way easier than everyone made it out to be, didn't even hurt as bad as a period. i slid off the operating table and just squatted over the concrete and the baby just slid right out of me. i felt so relieved like all the fear about giving birth had been for nothing. i held my baby and was super excited to get to know it but as i was looking at it it it started shrinking in my hands. it shrank very quickly into the size and texture of a hardboiled egg with a jelloey center. i didn't realize anything was wrong until my mom came over and started feeling for a pulse, she said "i think your baby is a stillborn" and i started to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055226502190824498-5106679181645207939?l=funtimeforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/feeds/5106679181645207939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055226502190824498.post-3501662330262948443</id><published>2009-11-15T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:34:41.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>or a "cool/weird ebay finds" blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SwEAiSfBGLI/AAAAAAAAADk/G_bz-bPw5Sg/s1600/eye-cuffs-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SwEAiSfBGLI/AAAAAAAAADk/G_bz-bPw5Sg/s320/eye-cuffs-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404601616898791602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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blog...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16217135838119390645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SwEAiSfBGLI/AAAAAAAAADk/G_bz-bPw5Sg/s72-c/eye-cuffs-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055226502190824498.post-2403033523899269677</id><published>2009-10-01T13:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:31:35.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe this should be an underwear blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SsURnN-WIsI/AAAAAAAAADc/gX9NpgDzMWo/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/3180126606706426969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/3180126606706426969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-throat-hurts.html' title='My throat hurts'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16217135838119390645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SjKlO4mb8bI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xKDcGkOZ2k0/s72-c/Photo+49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055226502190824498.post-514370126021349679</id><published>2009-05-29T21:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:57:26.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Granny shadows...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SiC8kQ5CISI/AAAAAAAAACs/7u5VsuEdTNc/s1600-h/!BS1nedw!mk~%24(KGrHgoH-DsEjlLl1JwPBKFNr8KJOQ~~_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SiC8kQ5CISI/AAAAAAAAACs/7u5VsuEdTNc/s320/!BS1nedw!mk~%24(KGrHgoH-DsEjlLl1JwPBKFNr8KJOQ~~_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341476489256902946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055226502190824498-514370126021349679?l=funtimeforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/feeds/514370126021349679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2009/05/granny-shadows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/514370126021349679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/514370126021349679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2009/05/granny-shadows.html' title='Granny shadows...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16217135838119390645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SiC8kQ5CISI/AAAAAAAAACs/7u5VsuEdTNc/s72-c/!BS1nedw!mk~%24(KGrHgoH-DsEjlLl1JwPBKFNr8KJOQ~~_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055226502190824498.post-5311900467940270513</id><published>2009-05-01T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:28:09.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's blog got to do with it?</title><content type='html'>Hi guys- long time no blog. I'm blogging this from a bed in a hotel room in Kansas City. I'm here with my parents, they're sleeping while I blog. I'm also half watching "Clueless" on tv which is a very lucky coincidence since I've been wanting to watch it again lately. Anyway, I'm feeling aggressive and inspired right now which I attribute partially to an astrological transit: mars square mars.  Mars and all of it's ego energies. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055226502190824498-5311900467940270513?l=funtimeforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/feeds/5311900467940270513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-blog-got-to-do-with-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/5311900467940270513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/5311900467940270513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-blog-got-to-do-with-it.html' title='what&apos;s blog got to do with it?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16217135838119390645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055226502190824498.post-5629356937884579443</id><published>2009-04-10T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T03:04:21.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss u</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hi blogsville.  Life goes on, life is mysterious, life is weird.  Goofin around, getting older, day by day.  Shifting moods tumblin around, getting cold underwear. Never knowin who's who. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Friends abound, friends fall down, who let me get out of there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I saw them all playin around me, why'd you get me to go there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Frankfurt sounds messin around go see my neighbor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You're foolin around you're messin around quit fuckin around I'm going to town now. Why'd you get out of there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;gummalala gummetriton gummitry gummybears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055226502190824498-5629356937884579443?l=funtimeforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/feeds/5629356937884579443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-u.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/5629356937884579443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/5629356937884579443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-u.html' title='i miss u'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16217135838119390645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055226502190824498.post-1995734706001501663</id><published>2009-03-23T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:00:43.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ikat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madras'/><title type='text'>Ikat, madras, and me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Just wanted to give a little shout out from BED where some really rad fashion is going down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SchrQ1D844I/AAAAAAAAACk/lD0_EbnIY1M/s1600-h/Photo+33.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SchrQ1D844I/AAAAAAAAACk/lD0_EbnIY1M/s320/Photo+33.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316617296976601986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also wanted to check in with my readers- wondering if anyone's eyes have ever gone blind from too much computer/ebay time? I can't stop searching for "ikat" and "madras" I think I might name my children after them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SchqYup3PfI/AAAAAAAAACc/aTrBQ_DDQdI/s1600-h/IMG_7824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SchqYup3PfI/AAAAAAAAACc/aTrBQ_DDQdI/s320/IMG_7824.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316616333183892978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SchqYv7gxQI/AAAAAAAAACU/JhsZ_huC4Sk/s1600-h/i4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SchqYv7gxQI/AAAAAAAAACU/JhsZ_huC4Sk/s320/i4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316616333526353154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So much for minimalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7055226502190824498-1995734706001501663?l=funtimeforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/feeds/1995734706001501663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2009/03/ikat-madras-and-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/1995734706001501663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/1995734706001501663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2009/03/ikat-madras-and-me.html' title='Ikat, madras, and me.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16217135838119390645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SchrQ1D844I/AAAAAAAAACk/lD0_EbnIY1M/s72-c/Photo+33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055226502190824498.post-2515615287762511951</id><published>2009-03-20T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T01:38:51.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>^^^^^^^^^^</title><content type='html'>Bowling&lt;div&gt;Phil Collins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055226502190824498-2515615287762511951?l=funtimeforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/feeds/2515615287762511951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/2515615287762511951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/2515615287762511951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_20.html' title='^^^^^^^^^^'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16217135838119390645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055226502190824498.post-7425666598686813980</id><published>2009-03-14T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:22:36.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patterns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SbwfaKB6hoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UP5FQnAgaVA/s1600-h/P3090085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SbwfaKB6hoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UP5FQnAgaVA/s320/P3090085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313156194619786882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ask and you shall receive- here's that photo I was just talking about...I love all the textures and the swampy muted palette. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055226502190824498-7425666598686813980?l=funtimeforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/feeds/7425666598686813980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2009/03/patterns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/7425666598686813980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/7425666598686813980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2009/03/patterns.html' title='Patterns'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16217135838119390645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SbwfaKB6hoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UP5FQnAgaVA/s72-c/P3090085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055226502190824498.post-1869835771644837632</id><published>2009-03-14T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:26:57.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UH OH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Is it just me or is this blog going to hell in a h-basket? Basically I need to become photo- liberated. I had Sam take some photos of my Missoni inspired outfit the other day, but it's been difficult to get them from him- he's a busy guy you know? I need to just fix the battery door on my camera, set up a tripod, and go for a whirl into self indulgence land. Yes- even deeper into that land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Battery door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I feel so poor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;when I don't know if you're locking in place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;battery door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm closing my store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;if you can't take pics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;of my little face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;battery doooooooooooooooooooor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;battery door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;battery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;battery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;battery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055226502190824498-1869835771644837632?l=funtimeforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/feeds/1869835771644837632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2009/03/uh-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/1869835771644837632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/1869835771644837632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2009/03/uh-oh.html' title='UH OH'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16217135838119390645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055226502190824498.post-530806253730064503</id><published>2009-03-08T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:39:35.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VW WTF?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi blog! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was TICKLED to encounter these photos of Pamela Anderson workin it on the VW runway. I'll always have a certain amount of respect for Vivienne Westwood- she's an iconoclastic, irreverent female. That said, I think she's really retarded, and this just took it to the next level:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SbSZ3XFMeII/AAAAAAAAABM/W68qomc_3_g/s1600-h/pamela.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SbSZ3XFMeII/AAAAAAAAABM/W68qomc_3_g/s320/pamela.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311039036944316546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SbSZ3UtD_lI/AAAAAAAAABE/nOKdkmNtD2k/s1600-h/pamela+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SbSZ3UtD_lI/AAAAAAAAABE/nOKdkmNtD2k/s320/pamela+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311039036306226770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On a different note- those who know me will attest to the fact that I have been somewhat preoccupied for the last 15 years on a certain subject: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How do birds fuck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Imagine my surprise when my boyfriend Sam came upon this scintillating image the other day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SbSbsBrNGhI/AAAAAAAAABU/OQePxpo2HI8/s1600-h/argenduck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SbSbsBrNGhI/AAAAAAAAABU/OQePxpo2HI8/s320/argenduck.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311041041242855954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world's longest bird penis!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7055226502190824498-530806253730064503?l=funtimeforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/feeds/530806253730064503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2009/03/vw-wtf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/530806253730064503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/530806253730064503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2009/03/vw-wtf.html' title='VW WTF?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16217135838119390645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SbSZ3XFMeII/AAAAAAAAABM/W68qomc_3_g/s72-c/pamela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055226502190824498.post-6284097170431670464</id><published>2009-03-06T23:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:49:18.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SbIm181xvyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KAilLGl4LQE/s1600-h/DSCF2982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SbIm181xvyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KAilLGl4LQE/s320/DSCF2982.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310349618929844002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a feeling crotch blossoms are going to be big this season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wearing: Zara jeans, aa sweatshirt, crotch blossom, dust buster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055226502190824498-6284097170431670464?l=funtimeforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/feeds/6284097170431670464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2009/03/runaway-train_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/6284097170431670464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/6284097170431670464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2009/03/runaway-train_06.html' title='Runaway Train'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16217135838119390645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9usdSlj01E/SbIm181xvyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KAilLGl4LQE/s72-c/DSCF2982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055226502190824498.post-2072123438426080642</id><published>2009-03-05T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:25:25.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love myself and my words</title><content type='html'>12:35 PM&lt;br /&gt;me: hi&lt;br /&gt;i started a blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spencer: whats the ad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: funtimeforme.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:36 PM&lt;br /&gt;spencer: i give it a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spencer: we'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: why so hater/ on my blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:37 PM&lt;br /&gt;spencer: not a hater&lt;br /&gt;i've started like 5 blogs&lt;br /&gt;theyre really hard to stick with&lt;br /&gt;you begin to hate yourself and your words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: speak for yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spencer: i see you as having similar probs with it&lt;br /&gt;could be wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i love myself and my words&lt;br /&gt;12:38 PM&lt;br /&gt;especially my words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spencer: good, well i hope you stick with it&lt;br /&gt;the brevity of your posts doesnt give me much hope though&lt;br /&gt;12:41 PM&lt;br /&gt;you goin to moore bros tomor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055226502190824498-2072123438426080642?l=funtimeforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/feeds/2072123438426080642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-myself-and-my-words.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/2072123438426080642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/2072123438426080642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-myself-and-my-words.html' title='i love myself and my words'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16217135838119390645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055226502190824498.post-7832172329904305813</id><published>2009-03-05T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:33:20.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Heads</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning still vibing on this blog pretty hard. It's 12:31- I woke up at noon. There were some blackheads on my chin "what are you guys doing there?" I set them free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055226502190824498-7832172329904305813?l=funtimeforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/feeds/7832172329904305813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2009/03/black-heads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/7832172329904305813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/7832172329904305813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2009/03/black-heads.html' title='Black Heads'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16217135838119390645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055226502190824498.post-2716662792497351158</id><published>2009-03-04T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:41:19.349-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Hi!</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to blog a little and see what it feels like. So far so good. I am FEELING this blog! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055226502190824498-2716662792497351158?l=funtimeforme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/feeds/2716662792497351158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/2716662792497351158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055226502190824498/posts/default/2716662792497351158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funtimeforme.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi.html' title='Hi!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16217135838119390645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
