<?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-5358494</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:50:45.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>~rats live on no evil star~</title><subtitle type='html'>....nope, they live on a *deadstar*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5358494.post-114610507476984642</id><published>2006-04-26T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:31:16.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>free internet! sandwiches!</title><summary type='text'>courtesy of starbucksredrum and i have devised a plan: arrive at a certain "evil empire" location by 9pm and reap the freebieslast night was smoked salmon today is turkey and havartiwashed down with a decaf grande nonfat no-foam lattewith cimmamon, nutmeg, dolcethe internet must be due to the numerous unsecured networks from the condos all aroundsuckas!buffalo update from 1 week ago:the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/114610507476984642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=114610507476984642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/114610507476984642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/114610507476984642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2006/04/free-internet-sandwiches_114610507476984642.html' title='free internet! sandwiches!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-114602953108699345</id><published>2006-04-26T01:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T01:32:11.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>American Mimi</title><summary type='text'>Blogthings - How American Are You?: "You Are 27% AmericanAmerica: You don't love it or want to leave it.But you wouldn't mind giving it an extreme make over.On the 4th of July, you'll fly a freak flag instead...And give Uncle Sam a sucker punch!How American Are You?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/114602953108699345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=114602953108699345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/114602953108699345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/114602953108699345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2006/04/american-mimi.html' title='American Mimi'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-114602848696379269</id><published>2006-04-26T01:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T01:14:47.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>promise</title><summary type='text'>MUST.....QUIT....... SMOKING.......AGAIN!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/114602848696379269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=114602848696379269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/114602848696379269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/114602848696379269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2006/04/promise.html' title='promise'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-114520863925432912</id><published>2006-04-16T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T13:30:39.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind of Soul Are You?</title><summary type='text'>&lt;You Are a Seeker SoulYou are on a quest for knowledge and life challenges.You love to be curious and ask a ton of questions.Since you know so much, you make for an interesting conversationalist.Mentally alert, you can outwit almost anyone (and have fun doing it!).Very introspective, you can be silently critical of others.And your quiet nature makes it difficult for people to get to know you.You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/114520863925432912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=114520863925432912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/114520863925432912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/114520863925432912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-kind-of-soul-are-you.html' title='What Kind of Soul Are You?'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-114473606823722159</id><published>2006-04-11T02:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T02:14:28.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell</title><summary type='text'>Grandpa died 10 minutes ago and no it's not his death that will affect me as in missing him or feeling his loss moreover it's this overwhelming sense of dread that our fathers and mothers and even we are that much closer to shedding this mortal coil.....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/114473606823722159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=114473606823722159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/114473606823722159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/114473606823722159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2006/04/farewell.html' title='farewell'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-113948490460931895</id><published>2006-02-09T06:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T06:35:04.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is our reality</title><summary type='text'>Lesson of the day: things can only get better when the other is *finally* clued into what's been eating you up inside for much too long. After more than 3 hours, I can say that I've peeled back the first layers of that proverbial onion. Despite the tears, I've still got a great deal of layers still  to remove. Why so scared? Touching upon the issue of "regret" during this block of time, I came to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/113948490460931895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=113948490460931895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/113948490460931895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/113948490460931895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-our-reality.html' title='this is our reality'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-113747474009394070</id><published>2006-01-17T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T00:12:20.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 NYC pics</title><summary type='text'>Sad to be home in the t-dot but here are two pics from the big town:First, the loot after only one day's shopping madness in Manhattan:Secondly, me posing with the GREY FOX at the Museum of Natural History:Where is the fox you ask? MY EXACT FUCKING THOUGHT!LIstening to: new Strokes cdFeeling: like a poo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/113747474009394070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=113747474009394070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/113747474009394070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/113747474009394070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2006/01/2-nyc-pics.html' title='2 NYC pics'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-113544954912473936</id><published>2005-12-24T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T13:39:09.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bah humbug... woe am i, a christmas orphan</title><summary type='text'>well, not exactly an orphan but am feeling a bit out of it this holiday seasonnone of the 3 large familygatherings as per the norm no cocktail shindig b/c my family is chinese and chinese don't believe in such merrymaking....not even the cbc boyswhich i can't comprehendone more annoyance is that i won't be able to see the manfriend at all this holidaynot until january 12th when i'm back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/113544954912473936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=113544954912473936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/113544954912473936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/113544954912473936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2005/12/bah-humbug-woe-am-i-christmas-orphan.html' title='bah humbug... woe am i, a christmas orphan'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5358494.post-113520185777188854</id><published>2005-12-21T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T16:50:57.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's OVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.....</title><summary type='text'>can't believe that school is finally overafter a grueling 16 monthsbut what a journey it's beenwith 32 lovely ladies (and 1 strong man)ladies and gents, make way for the next wave of young peoplegetting paid to chill with kids all dayautumn is officially over andmy left eye seems to be in mourning as it's been twitchingnon-stop all dayordered my tickets to NYC and am anxiousnot of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/113520185777188854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=113520185777188854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/113520185777188854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/113520185777188854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-overrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='it&apos;s OVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.....'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-113442217102072035</id><published>2005-12-12T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T16:16:11.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogthings - What Kind of Pie Are You?</title><summary type='text'>You Are Cherry PieYou're the perfect combo of innocent and sexyThose who like you enjoy a contradictionWhat Kind of Pie Are You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/113442217102072035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=113442217102072035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/113442217102072035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/113442217102072035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2005/12/blogthings-what-kind-of-pie-are-you.html' title='Blogthings - What Kind of Pie Are You?'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-113268468182071457</id><published>2005-11-22T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T13:38:01.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Age Do You Act?</title><summary type='text'>wildphoenix and redrum have this blogthing on thier sites so why the heck not?You Are 26 Years OldUnder 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/113268468182071457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=113268468182071457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/113268468182071457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/113268468182071457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-age-do-you-act.html' title='What Age Do You Act?'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-113250712619370673</id><published>2005-11-20T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T12:18:46.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gambler</title><summary type='text'>Remember that Madonna song rom the 80s? It didn't do too well but i liked it all the same. Went to Fallsview late last nite and after an impromptu lesson in roulette by both my companion and a gentleman playing beside us, i managed to break even after being quite up for a while. i have a tendency to go to casinos with a goal of losing all my money before i can go home which most ppl think is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/113250712619370673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=113250712619370673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/113250712619370673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/113250712619370673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2005/11/gambler.html' title='gambler'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-113210488644871136</id><published>2005-11-15T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T20:34:46.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Robin Hood was a bastard</title><summary type='text'>What Is Your World View?Your World ViewYou are a happy, well-balanced person who likes people and is liked by others. You question whether many conventional views on morality are valid under all circumstances.You are essentially a content person.Sometimes, you consider yourself a little superior. You are moral by your own standards.You believe that morality is what best suits the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/113210488644871136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=113210488644871136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/113210488644871136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/113210488644871136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2005/11/robin-hood-was-bastard.html' title='Robin Hood was a bastard'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-113164907433846446</id><published>2005-11-10T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T13:57:54.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdays are for the birds</title><summary type='text'>Yippee yay me, I am one year closer to death today (which, btw, i am working on coming to terms with... this existential vacuum). A ME day complete with a strenuous workout, a high protein brekkie, reading, napping, purchasing some Stella McCartney dresses, fixing my text mssging TWICE with incompetent telus peeps, and of course saying "fare thee well" to past ghosts and demons depending on how</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/113164907433846446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=113164907433846446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/113164907433846446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/113164907433846446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2005/11/birthdays-are-for-birds.html' title='birthdays are for the birds'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-113029731342068992</id><published>2005-10-25T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T23:28:33.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jung says I am a type.....</title><summary type='text'>     INFJ -  "Author". Strong drive and enjoyment to help others. Complex personality. 1.5% of total population.     Take Free Jung Personality Testpersonality tests by similarminds.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/113029731342068992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=113029731342068992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/113029731342068992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/113029731342068992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2005/10/jung-says-i-am-type.html' title='Jung says I am a type.....'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-112933983942822410</id><published>2005-10-14T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T21:30:39.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>idiot! god!!</title><summary type='text'>Why am I cursed with an idiot supervisor for my very last placement? He is an arrogant know-it-all who treats us like we are incompetent morons since after all, we're students and he's been int he substance abuse field for close to 10 years now. Whatever. My past 2 placement supervisors have been extrememly knowledgable, effective, and genuine people who never made me feel like i was lower than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/112933983942822410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=112933983942822410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/112933983942822410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/112933983942822410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2005/10/idiot-god.html' title='idiot! god!!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-112925557733368966</id><published>2005-10-13T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T22:06:17.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>left or right?</title><summary type='text'>Brain Lateralization Test ResultsRight Brain (50%) The right hemisphere is the visual, figurative, artistic, and intuitive side of the brain.Left Brain (50%) The left hemisphere is the logical, articulate, assertive, and practical side of the brain  Are You Right or Left Brained? personality tests by similarminds.comthat's hot...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/112925557733368966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=112925557733368966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/112925557733368966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/112925557733368966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2005/10/left-or-right.html' title='left or right?'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-112924550315062704</id><published>2005-10-13T19:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T19:20:28.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>groupie</title><summary type='text'>Er, I'm actually kinda scared of this feller, so how can this be????You are Gene Simmons's Groupie.What rockstar's groupie are you?brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/112924550315062704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=112924550315062704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/112924550315062704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/112924550315062704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2005/10/groupie.html' title='groupie'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5358494.post-112665654540798064</id><published>2005-09-13T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T20:09:05.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ain't it the truth</title><summary type='text'>For one human being to love another is the most difficult task of all. It’s the work for which all other work is mere preparation.  - Rainer Maria RilkeI don't think that it was cocaine so scratch it off the list. More like crystal meth.Listening to: Stars "reunion"Craving: Starbucks mini-cheesecake                    (the strawberry version)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/112665654540798064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=112665654540798064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/112665654540798064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/112665654540798064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2005/09/aint-it-truth.html' title='ain&apos;t it the truth'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-112622586633830869</id><published>2005-09-08T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T20:31:06.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>last semester (of hell)</title><summary type='text'>WHOAAAAA... Over 10 months since I last blogged, naughty me. Been through a lot of learning exercises, personal and professional. All quite difficult but beneficial in the long run. What doesn't kill you builds character right? Or so they claim. I am so ready to get schooling the fuck over with. The first day of my last semester starts tomorrow at 8am. Blech... What is with the early classes? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/112622586633830869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=112622586633830869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/112622586633830869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/112622586633830869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-semester-of-hell.html' title='last semester (of hell)'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-109950941917837650</id><published>2004-11-03T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T14:16:59.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goddamn it.....</title><summary type='text'>I was hoping to wake up to a democratic America.....wake me up later, i'm goin back to bed...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/109950941917837650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=109950941917837650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/109950941917837650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/109950941917837650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/11/goddamn-it.html' title='goddamn it.....'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-109798844116634200</id><published>2004-10-17T00:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T00:47:21.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>recipe</title><summary type='text'>How to make a mimi kittenIngredients:5 parts friendliness5 parts crazyiness3 parts beautyMethod:Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add a little curiosity if desired!Username:Personality cocktailFrom Go-Quiz.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/109798844116634200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=109798844116634200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/109798844116634200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/109798844116634200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/10/recipe.html' title='recipe'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-109769648137186558</id><published>2004-10-13T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T15:41:21.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>damn you, boobs</title><summary type='text'>I am not exercising today... i am going to have a nap. Not a lazy bitch nap but more of a 'fendinf off illness' nap.Boobs, (or "Breasts", as T is fond of calling her) may have infected me with her upper respiratory trait illness last night, as she slept on my floor ma nd I had to inhale her nasty sick germs for 8 hours. Damnit boobs, I dont' want to be daown with the sickness.....Thanksgiving</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/109769648137186558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=109769648137186558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/109769648137186558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/109769648137186558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/10/damn-you-boobs.html' title='damn you, boobs'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-109709688474429567</id><published>2004-10-06T17:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T17:08:04.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dream date</title><summary type='text'>Your Ultimate One Night Stand... by crispniteLJ UsernameFavorite animalYou invite over...They bring...You talk about...You end up...writing songs togetherQuiz created with MemeGen!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/109709688474429567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=109709688474429567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/109709688474429567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/109709688474429567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/10/dream-date.html' title='dream date'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-109709656697863982</id><published>2004-10-06T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T17:02:46.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>february in berlin</title><summary type='text'>..is a long shot, yes, but if i start saving up right NOW, perchance i've gotta chance. fim festivals, music, a flame named H - - ahhhhhhhh..... i can jsut picture it now. if i'm really lucky, maybe i'll spot Peaches too : )newest excuse for not blogging: how my most recent entry keeps jumping down a few notches; it won't stay up on top when the page is fully loaded. i've tried switching back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/109709656697863982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=109709656697863982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/109709656697863982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/109709656697863982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/10/february-in-berlin.html' title='february in berlin'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-109391464645014458</id><published>2004-08-30T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T21:10:46.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>long time me gone</title><summary type='text'>Anger as the gret motivator.... I am finally writing a brief entry in what seems like a year...... ANd it's only one question:Why are insincere, inconsiderate, immature excuses for parents able to procreate? You'd think that there would be some kind of karmic justice to such an important part of evolution, wouldn't you??Tired from a rainy camping weekend in GUELPH. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/109391464645014458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=109391464645014458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/109391464645014458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/109391464645014458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/08/long-time-me-gone.html' title='long time me gone'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-10855367588690179</id><published>2004-05-25T21:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T21:59:18.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>waking life</title><summary type='text'>is not much better than sleeping. With both, I still can't escape his grasp. What the hell was I in my past life for such rotten karma to befall me? Listening to: "Dotted With Hearts" by The HorrorPopsFeeling: post-workout endoorphins flowing         (despite that previous karmic crapola)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/10855367588690179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=10855367588690179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/10855367588690179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/10855367588690179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/05/waking-life.html' title='waking life'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-108502193051698304</id><published>2004-05-19T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T22:58:50.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>am i the only one who MISSES (hating) high school?</title><summary type='text'>Take the What High SchoolStereotype Are You? quiz.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/108502193051698304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=108502193051698304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/108502193051698304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/108502193051698304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/05/am-i-only-one-who-misses-hating-high.html' title='am i the only one who MISSES (hating) high school?'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-108500312309241336</id><published>2004-05-19T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T17:48:30.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>myocardial infarction</title><summary type='text'>i HATE waking up b/c of the dickwad. Fuck. Going to sleep ain't much better, either.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/108500312309241336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=108500312309241336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/108500312309241336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/108500312309241336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/05/myocardial-infarction.html' title='myocardial infarction'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-108499905534533692</id><published>2004-05-19T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T16:44:01.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>jack bauer on letterman tonite!</title><summary type='text'>  Which 24 Character Are You?You are MOST like KIM BAUER. You are spirited and impulsive, loving and sensitive. You sometimes behave wrecklessly and without thinking, but you are also highly imaginitive and resourceful. In others, you are attracted to strength of character, bravery and compassion. You may be slightly self-absorbed at times, but you may also be extremely selfless at times.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/108499905534533692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=108499905534533692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/108499905534533692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/108499905534533692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/05/jack-bauer-on-letterman-tonite.html' title='jack bauer on letterman tonite!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-108449837483673695</id><published>2004-05-13T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T21:32:54.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you are so FULL of shit.... I, on the other hand, am NOT at all...</title><summary type='text'>Is there anything more infinitely maddening than ppl that are fuckin' full of shit? That they might have had good intientions in the first place is of no consequence. Fuck fuck fuck fuck YERSELF!!!!! NO joke though, I am so not full of it. Shit, that is. I have emptied out my bowels 2 and 1/2 times today so I feel good. Good and hollow, that is. Also had a blood test first thing when I got into</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/108449837483673695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=108449837483673695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/108449837483673695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/108449837483673695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/05/you-are-so-full-of-shit-i-on-other.html' title='you are so FULL of shit.... I, on the other hand, am NOT at all...'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-108441325928654396</id><published>2004-05-12T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T21:54:19.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you pin-up gal, you!!</title><summary type='text'>You're Bettie Page! What Classic Pin-Up Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/108441325928654396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=108441325928654396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/108441325928654396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/108441325928654396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/05/you-pin-up-gal-you.html' title='you pin-up gal, you!!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-108372534598720933</id><published>2004-05-04T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T22:53:23.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>can't wait</title><summary type='text'>...for PEACHES tomorrow night! I hope there'll be freaks galore!!!!!!Check this  out in the meantime.Listening to: Peaches (duh)Feeling: supafly!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/108372534598720933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=108372534598720933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/108372534598720933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/108372534598720933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/05/cant-wait.html' title='can&apos;t wait'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-108325391364908179</id><published>2004-04-29T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T16:29:42.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>april showers.....</title><summary type='text'>Dreaming that you receive a bouquet of flowers, represents respect, approval, admiration, and rewards. Seeing colorful flowers in your dream means kindness, compassion, gentleness, pleasure, beauty, and gain. It is also symbolic of perfection and spirituality. Your dream may be an expression of love, joy and happiness.Dreaming that you are wearing a bikini, suggests that you are feeling exposed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/108325391364908179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=108325391364908179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/108325391364908179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/108325391364908179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/04/april-showers.html' title='april showers.....'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-108269264232924784</id><published>2004-04-22T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T00:01:23.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>recent dream themes.....</title><summary type='text'>Dreaming that you are pregnant, symbolizes an aspect of yourself or some aspect of your personal life that is growing and developing. You may not be ready to talk about it or act on it.Dreaming of a kiss indicates love, affection, tranquility, harmony, and contentment. Dreaming that you are being chased means that you are avoiding a situation that you do not think is conquerable. It is often </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/108269264232924784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=108269264232924784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/108269264232924784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/108269264232924784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/04/recent-dream-themes.html' title='recent dream themes.....'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-108261071833093473</id><published>2004-04-22T01:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T01:15:58.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Quiz - What Sort Of Hat Am I?</title><summary type='text'>...from wildphoneix's blog:I am a Top-hat.I'm a bit of a jack-of-all-trades; creative, in a stylistic sort of way, a little vain, a little dark, perhaps a little archaic. I get on alright with people, but I can take them or leave them. What Sort of Hat Are You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/108261071833093473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=108261071833093473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/108261071833093473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/108261071833093473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/04/personality-quiz-what-sort-of-hat-am-i.html' title='Personality Quiz - What Sort Of Hat Am I?'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-108192454838227951</id><published>2004-04-14T02:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T16:31:03.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious....</title><summary type='text'>Newfound ever-changing definitions of heaven for under $10:Starbucks - grande sugar-free vanilla nonfat Lactaid latte                   *with* sugar-free, gluten-free mini cheesecake (strawberry)Yogen Fruz - new sugar-free, fat-free frozen yogurt w/ blueberries &amp; kiwiMontforts - chicken shawarma unlike any other place's &amp; Greek salad w/ extra feta and hold the olivesKiefer - any DVD </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/108192454838227951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=108192454838227951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/108192454838227951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/108192454838227951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/04/delicious.html' title='Delicious....'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-108111480992453618</id><published>2004-04-04T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T17:50:36.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: Contents are HOT!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Below is my most current man-love addiction as of late. This phenomenon always seems to strike me whenever I chance to dream about them several times in a week, all of a sudden, and without any precipitating factors for it. ANd so now I am a crazy with Google as my best friend. BTW, this is a FAR more satisfying dream man than Billy Corgan circa. 1997 or so, which made me obssess about that egg </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/108111480992453618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=108111480992453618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/108111480992453618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/108111480992453618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/04/warning-contents-are-hot.html' title='Warning: Contents are HOT!!!!!!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-107881461079472110</id><published>2004-03-09T01:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T01:46:33.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got accepted!</title><summary type='text'>Great news for a Monday morning..... Helen gave me an envelope from my 1st choice college and I was a bit nervous since I was told that acceptances would be mailed out startign March 31st. Besides, my orientation session where we had to write short answers and do a computerized English test was only last week so I figured it couldn't be a letter of acceptance. Besides, you're supposed to look </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/107881461079472110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=107881461079472110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107881461079472110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107881461079472110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-got-accepted.html' title='I got accepted!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-107865032330701777</id><published>2004-03-07T04:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T04:08:23.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>she's got big balls!</title><summary type='text'>Tonight was my EIGHTH time going to the "lovely" town of Thorold (near St. Catherines)and yet I still got lost. This used to be the location of the nastiest dive bar, Front 54 (how clever), but it has been renamed quite unfortunately as The Moose and Goose.... or something like that. I had seen my band play there for the first time in 1997 where I fondled H's thigh and was bruised all over from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/107865032330701777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=107865032330701777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107865032330701777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107865032330701777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/03/shes-got-big-balls.html' title='she&apos;s got big balls!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-107828981889676391</id><published>2004-03-02T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T00:01:53.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Green! or "geen geen" as Declan would say</title><summary type='text'>So there ya go, Wildphoenix--- a new template, that is I hope, to your satisfaction for the time being. No more flames!!!Went to my orientation sessions at Humber college the past week. Such a HUGE contrast to university life; the campus is tiny and closeknit, people actually talk to each other, and a career may actually come out of the thousands upon thousands of dollars spent on tuition. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/107828981889676391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=107828981889676391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107828981889676391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107828981889676391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/03/green-or-geen-geen-as-declan-would-say.html' title='Green! or &quot;geen geen&quot; as Declan would say'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-107491155679579818</id><published>2004-01-23T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:32:28.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters from the past</title><summary type='text'>                                                                        October 7th Hey, How are you? Sorry for not calling you at 4:00 yesterday, I had to help my parents outside the house, planting things..Incase you are wondering I decided to type this because I could not find a pen and paper to write with.It is 4:56am, and I can't sleep. I thought about calling you, but I decided not to,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/107491155679579818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=107491155679579818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107491155679579818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107491155679579818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/01/letters-from-past.html' title='Letters from the past'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-107483574893447514</id><published>2004-01-23T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T17:33:46.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lost friendship</title><summary type='text'>Now I believe more in my psychic abilities, hehe. All these high school dreams that have been haunting my sleep for the past few weeks now make sense in light of a phone call I received today. Being too cheap to pay for Call Display, I picked up at work and I heard a slightly spasmodic voice say "What is this? Lost friendship or something??" and instantly I was brought back to those carefree </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/107483574893447514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=107483574893447514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107483574893447514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107483574893447514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/01/lost-friendship.html' title='lost friendship'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-107474260368921788</id><published>2004-01-21T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:33:55.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-oh......</title><summary type='text'>I got my period early. And I mean early as in TWO WEEKS early! I can usually set my proverbial watch to getting it every fourth Wednesday morning. Elle says this has happened to her when she really messed up taking her birth control pills one time and so she bled until she got her period. Well, I take my pills on the hour like a hypochondriac so out goes that possibility. And if this continues </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/107474260368921788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=107474260368921788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107474260368921788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107474260368921788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/01/uh-oh.html' title='Uh-oh......'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-107471072144234556</id><published>2004-01-21T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T13:47:20.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dream</title><summary type='text'>Last night's dream motifs:I was lost again and eventually ended up in a stark, minimalist bathroom, all white and chrome faucets, slightly claustrophobic. The white toilet stands out as the focal point of the room and for some reason I am standing on it as there is a white mouse with a long pink tail scurrying around on the white tiles.Dreaming that you are in the bathroom, relates to your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/107471072144234556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=107471072144234556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107471072144234556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107471072144234556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/01/dream.html' title='dream'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-107454752278769730</id><published>2004-01-19T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:39:06.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News..... I knew my recurring dreams of high school and being lost were an omen.....</title><summary type='text'>The bad news came in a white envelope today from George Brown College - a THIN one too. Which can't be good. Well, I wasn't rejected nor accepted; my program is suspended for May 2004 and will be back in 2005. What the bloody fuckin' hell is this???!!! So basically I paid OCAS $75 for applying to a closed program.... jesus H christ.... The good news is that I found another accelerated program </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/107454752278769730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=107454752278769730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107454752278769730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107454752278769730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/01/bad-news-i-knew-my-recurring-dreams-of.html' title='Bad News..... I knew my recurring dreams of high school and being lost were an omen.....'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-107412302352768898</id><published>2004-01-14T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:39:29.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><summary type='text'>I had dreamt that I was in a brightly-lit indoor venue, watching H perform onstage. This was actually in my old high school's audtiorium/cafeteria, hence, "the cafetorium", whereupom I became aware that he was keeping an eye on me from the stage. So in my seat, I crossed my legs so that my garter would be exposed on the hint of skin was exposed between my skirt and my boots. I went to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/107412302352768898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=107412302352768898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107412302352768898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107412302352768898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/01/dream_14.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-107371022450904917</id><published>2004-01-09T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:36:27.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new year's bullsheeit</title><summary type='text'>My mind has been out of sorts lately which I am attributing to several factors.Back on the Zyban again, so welcome in PMS 24-7 for a few months.....and even worse insomnia.Am now a sober gal... no drinking since NYE.Have quit all starches, sweets, fruits and other things in order to minimize weight gain in the absence of cigarettes.It's easy living on tuna and lettuce and MEAT....mmmm mmmmm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/107371022450904917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=107371022450904917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107371022450904917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107371022450904917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2004/01/new-years-bullsheeit.html' title='new year&apos;s bull&lt;i&gt;sheeit&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-107221788623849490</id><published>2003-12-23T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T17:19:27.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>music survey</title><summary type='text'>1) Using band names, spell out your name.D4, theElvis!AbbaDeath Cab For CutieStrokes, theTeenage HeadAirRancid2) Have you ever had a song written about you?Unintentionally, yes, lots.3) What song makes you cry?Pale September by Fiona Apple.4) What song makes you happy?Most rockabilly songs.5) What do you like to listen to before bed?Chan Marshall's voice.6)Name a song by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/107221788623849490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=107221788623849490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107221788623849490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107221788623849490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2003/12/music-survey.html' title='music survey'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-107221000558874890</id><published>2003-12-23T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T17:34:35.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, and lookee here at this pic:The Bather CezanneThis is the first time I've come across a (semi)nude portrait of a *male* bather.And it's not sexualized at all, either.Rather, he looks pensive or slightly furstrated.Hell, I would look like upset too if I was trying to bathe in a puddle wearing a dirty loincloth.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/107221000558874890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=107221000558874890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107221000558874890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107221000558874890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2003/12/oh-and-lookee-here-at-this-pic-bather.html' title=''/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-107220900791134885</id><published>2003-12-23T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:34:16.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Flavour Am I?</title><summary type='text'>I am Chocolate Flavoured.I am sweet and a little bit naughty. I am one of the few clinically proven aphrodisiacs. Sometimes I can seem a little hard, but show warmth and I soon melt. What Flavour Are You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/107220900791134885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=107220900791134885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107220900791134885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107220900791134885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2003/12/what-flavour-am-i.html' title='What Flavour Am I?'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-107215568598095990</id><published>2003-12-23T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:36:52.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOTR</title><summary type='text'>Did a familiar Xmas ritual tonite: the viewing of The Lord Of the Rings: The Return of the King. It made me tear up several times, I was all tense, and my bladder almost busted. Damned Starbucks. How come my boy Legolas only says "A diversion" throughout the whole epic besides for counting in one fight scene? Look pretty, be dextrous, and shut the hell up. He must be good in bed, haha.More Xmas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/107215568598095990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=107215568598095990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107215568598095990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107215568598095990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2003/12/lotr.html' title='LOTR'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-107197742058457127</id><published>2003-12-20T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:35:47.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Coatby William Butler YeatsI made my song a coatCovered with embroideriesOut of old mythologiesFrom heel to throat;But the fools caught it,Wore it in the world's eyesAs though they'd wrought it.Song, let them take it,For there's more enterpriseIn walking naked.I finally tracked down this poem that I had memorised on the R train going to Manhattan.*fond memories*Speaking of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/107197742058457127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=107197742058457127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107197742058457127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107197742058457127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2003/12/coat-by-william-butler-yeats-i-made-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-107179933806959136</id><published>2003-12-18T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:36:37.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>greedy bitch</title><summary type='text'>As of late I have transformed into a "greedy whore" in that I have placed 2 orders with Amazon.ca in this past week, all of the contents just for me! Yes!! I think it's b/c I feel like I deserve some treats for having finished all of my Xmas shoppin ahead of schedule. *sigh* 2 more days at the office and then I'll be off until after the New Year. Can't wait the FUCK for 2004 to officially begin</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/107179933806959136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=107179933806959136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107179933806959136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107179933806959136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2003/12/greedy-bitch.html' title='greedy bitch'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-107111758303051197</id><published>2003-12-10T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T00:03:17.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>inner child..</title><summary type='text'>Yep, this sounds about right : )  You're Ireland!  Mystical and rain-soaked, you remain mysterious to many people, and this makes you intriguing.  You also like a good night at the pub, though many are just as worried that you will blow up the pub as drink your beverage of choice.  You're good with words, remarkably lucky, and know and enjoy at least fifteen ways of eating a potato.  You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/107111758303051197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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paintings before.Never mind the Thanksgiving shopping rush that started at 5am, just as i was passing out.Shoes, shirts, jackets, stockings, camera, makeup, Xmas gifts, handbags......... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/107051917300214763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=107051917300214763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107051917300214763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/107051917300214763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/' title='new york, new york'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-106816909985388481</id><published>2003-11-06T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:40:05.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally dislike H right now. Grrrrrrr.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/106816909985388481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=106816909985388481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106816909985388481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106816909985388481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/' title='Totally dislike H right now. Grrrrrrr.'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-106759431794463259</id><published>2003-10-31T04:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:40:26.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bitchy-ass bitches</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that I am doomed to encounter so many bitchasses on an almost-daily basis?  One ase in point that pisses me off to no end occurred last night. Location: Sneaky Dees'. There were 2 bitches working (1 of them had already proved herself to be a bitch last year some time - long story, save it for next rant) and the other bitch my party and I had realised was a bitch since she was our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/106759431794463259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=106759431794463259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106759431794463259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106759431794463259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/' title='bitchy-ass bitches'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-106696778664482487</id><published>2003-10-23T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:37:36.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Even stranger than fiction</title><summary type='text'>So strange the dream I had last night. I was at a Frank Sinatra concert that was set up like a rock show with me standing upfront when all of a sudden, ol' blue eyes breaks into "Settle" by the Headstones. It's a really cool rendtion and I make a note to myself to tell HD all about it. Bah!More strange is the goings-on at Melanie's apartment. To me, the place is exhibiting several signs of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/106696778664482487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=106696778664482487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106696778664482487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106696778664482487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/' title='Even stranger than fiction'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-106652196739414482</id><published>2003-10-18T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:40:48.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BINGO!</title><summary type='text'>Mad dabbing, narrow misses, geriatrics, smoking chamber, french fries, IMMENSE boredom..... What is it with the disappointing Danko Jones shoe at Lee's last weekend? I suppose to newbies and the curious, it would be considered a great show (got great ratings int he weeklies) but if you, like me and few others, were around at the shows since 1998, you'd be a tad nonplussed too by the spectacle. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/106652196739414482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=106652196739414482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106652196739414482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106652196739414482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/' title='BINGO!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-106496707096454014</id><published>2003-09-30T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T20:11:11.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pregnant idiocy</title><summary type='text'>Stupid-ass incident at the office today - 15 mins before closing, a woman calls and demands to be seen RIGHT away b/c she's been having contractions for hours and now there's a burning sensation "down there." Um, maybe the hospital maternity ward would be more apt? Sheeit.Tonite will be checking out Dale at Healey's once again. Hopefully Ann will be there; on the same note, hopefully a certain </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/106496707096454014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=106496707096454014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106496707096454014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106496707096454014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2003/09/pregnant-idiocy.html' title='pregnant idiocy'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-106469166590067953</id><published>2003-09-27T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:36:04.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(you've got)Issues</title><summary type='text'>   I have issues with... children submission walls men work  Take Word Association Test </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/106469166590067953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=106469166590067953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106469166590067953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106469166590067953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/' title='(you&apos;ve got)Issues'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-106469080686627306</id><published>2003-09-27T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:41:08.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you've got personality</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--54.55 64.71 63.64 53.13--&gt;     ENFP - "Journalist". Uncanny sense of the motivations of others. Life is an exciting drama. 5% of the total population.     Take Free Myers-Briggs Personality Test </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/106469080686627306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=106469080686627306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106469080686627306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106469080686627306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/' title='you&apos;ve got personality'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-106400539065810380</id><published>2003-09-19T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T17:03:10.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>destiny</title><summary type='text'>What is Your Destiny? by ValcionNameColorBirthdayDestinySavior of the human race Date when you fufill your destinyJune 16, 2014Created with quill18's MemeGen!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/106400539065810380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=106400539065810380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106400539065810380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106400539065810380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2003/09/destiny.html' title='destiny'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-106391728557235975</id><published>2003-09-18T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:54:04.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>breakup--the end?</title><summary type='text'>*sigh*  Time is standing still on this sad day. This is what greeted me upon waking up this afternoon:HEADSTONES TO HALT:After 12 solid years of touring and making records, we have made the decision to disband. It is for both personal and professional reasons, only time will tell if we shall return. All of our love and gratitude to the fans who supported us through this incredible time; we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/106391728557235975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=106391728557235975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106391728557235975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106391728557235975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/' title='breakup--the end?'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-106315930836366803</id><published>2003-09-09T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:38:08.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Doctor's Office Visit</title><summary type='text'>A sample list of basic etiquette when the need to go to the doctor's (deity forbid!) arises....if you have basic common sense and were not raised by a pack of wolves, you should already know all this, and my apologies. However, there are simply way too many assinine yahoos out there.On making an appointment. Yes, sorry to break it to you, but you ALWAYS should make an appointment, regardless of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/106315930836366803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=106315930836366803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106315930836366803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106315930836366803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/' title='On The Doctor&apos;s Office Visit'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-106256421397004114</id><published>2003-09-03T00:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T19:22:51.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nietzsche</title><summary type='text'>What if a demon were to creep after you one night and say, "This life that you live must be lived by you once again and innumerable times more; and every pain and joy and thought and sigh must come again to you, all in the same sequence. The eternal hourglass will again and again be turned-and you with it!"? Would you throw yourself down, gnash your teeth and curse that demon? Or would you answer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106256421397004114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106256421397004114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/2003/09/nietzsche.html' title='nietzsche'/><author><name>Mimi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5358494.post-106221293434321758</id><published>2003-08-29T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T17:39:00.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a cat from hell </title><summary type='text'>That's me up above. I am a luxe-kitty from hell because I am getting back into the greedfest frenzy again and have found something AMAZING on ebay and yet and yet I checked the price today and the current bid is now over $85when last night it was all of $20. I can't afford it. ANd it's sooooo gotta have it. Ok ok enough bitching, I'll tell you what it is. It's a DEADSTOCK Warner's Original Cinch</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/106221293434321758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=106221293434321758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106221293434321758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106221293434321758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/' title='i am a cat from hell '/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-106201856312143050</id><published>2003-08-27T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:34:06.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My so called life</title><summary type='text'>......is sucking large. It really shouldn't be either because Mars whcih is my ruling planet is closer to Earth right now than in the past 60 000 years and I should be reaping the good fortune. So why is it sucking so much? Why? I'll give ya some examples alright. I'm actually hoping that this is cosmic retribution for all my past evilness and *very* shortly, the better things will be coming my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/106201856312143050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=106201856312143050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106201856312143050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106201856312143050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/' title='My so called life'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-106023145483619355</id><published>2003-08-07T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:38:23.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>diabolic rheumatoid arthritis</title><summary type='text'>DIE BASTARD BATS DIE!!!!!that is exactly the affliction that is plaguing me tonite. my whole right hand's joints are killing me and i can hardly type this but i will try my best. the past 3 days i have been playing the FUCK out of DIablo II (agian!!) so far so good because already i am up against the head honcho himself in the final act after only a few nites' worth of action. god, how it pains</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/106023145483619355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=106023145483619355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106023145483619355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/106023145483619355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/' title='diabolic rheumatoid arthritis'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-105998391710123707</id><published>2003-08-04T03:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:38:31.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>long weekend gamer</title><summary type='text'>It's officially the last long weekend of the summerAND someone's birthday that they'd rather forget about;becoming one year closer to senility and all.I've been murdering time and monsters by playing Diablo12 hours each dayI think to myself, if only I were getting paid for this,I'd be a poor little rich girl *sigh* May all the Honda drivers of Canada uniteon this muggy Civic holiday.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/105998391710123707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=105998391710123707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/105998391710123707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/105998391710123707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/' title='long weekend gamer'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-105970867233658503</id><published>2003-07-31T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:51:49.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>august shows</title><summary type='text'>September used to mark a new year for me and all students alike. A new beginning to new stressors, good and bad. Now the only "new year" for me starts in January, the  actual  start of the year for us Westerners. I was just pondering this because a futile shopping excursion for bummy clothes pissed me off to no end since all the Fall clothing is on display now and yet the summer clothing is still</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/105970867233658503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=105970867233658503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/105970867233658503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/105970867233658503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/' title='august shows'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-105953530481892409</id><published>2003-07-29T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:34:35.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>List, List, Oh List!! Why I Must Not Drink So Much ALchohol</title><summary type='text'>i) High tolerance: I can't get drunk ever off my beverage du jour, single-malt scotches.ii) Fear of eventually drinking alone in my room every night ie. reverting to previous alcoholic tendenceies.iii) Drinking at bars inevitably highers not my buzz level but my ability to put up with assholes and ignoramuses alike.iv) High tolerance = too much money..... and for what???!!!v) Worse insomnia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/105953530481892409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=105953530481892409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/105953530481892409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/105953530481892409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/' title='List, List, Oh List!! Why I Must Not Drink So Much ALchohol'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-105941912624953325</id><published>2003-07-28T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:35:32.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my need for speed</title><summary type='text'>Woke up early this afternoon in order to speed-walk to the mailbox to retrieve my new puff-sleeved, red-zippered, black twill distillers jacket I won off eBay last week. There it was, in the brown parcel wrapping we all love to see sitting on the bottom of our mailboxes but there was also another surprise. The evelope was marked from Discount Car &amp; Truck Rentals in ALberta and lookee here, looks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/105941912624953325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=105941912624953325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/105941912624953325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/105941912624953325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/' title='my need for speed'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-105937528554029752</id><published>2003-07-28T02:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:35:20.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>late sunday nite sugar-high</title><summary type='text'>I ate too much sugar today. This would be found in several servings of mashed potatoes, blasted Timbits &amp; iced cap, a scoop of ice cream, and 2 cans of root beer. Fuckin-A, and I'm not even PMSing nor do I even have a penchant for sweets. I'm already sweet enough as it is. Ha!Missed not one but TWO shows this weekend. Missed Friday nite's in Renfrew because I had to work bright and early on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/105937528554029752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=105937528554029752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/105937528554029752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/105937528554029752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/' title='late sunday nite sugar-high'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-105902309090797200</id><published>2003-07-24T01:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:47:12.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of the Hard Core Groupie</title><summary type='text'>Whoa... not a single post to be read in almost 2 months, jeez..... Well, I've been busy...sorta.Went out West (again) in pursuit of my 100th Headstones show, which didn't pan out because I'm lacking 2 more until the big one. Canada Day marked our first show in Alberta, in Drayton Valley, then Brooks, Edmonton, Lloydminster, and finally Calgary. And NO I didn't go to the Stampede but I did go to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/105902309090797200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=105902309090797200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/105902309090797200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/105902309090797200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/' title='The Return of the Hard Core Groupie'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-93908896</id><published>2003-05-07T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:46:55.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hollywood schmollywood</title><summary type='text'>The idle escapist in me watched 3 flicks on the big screen this week. And in order of preference, they are:X2 (Hugh Jackman)Better Luck Tomorrow (The Boyfriend)Identity (John Cusack)Appropriate eye candy in parentheses. Each time I go to AMC theatres, I get antsy and paranoid that they'll actually stare at my York University student i.d. card and note that it expired in April 2001. All </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/93908896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=93908896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/93908896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/93908896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/' title='hollywood schmollywood'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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-5358494.post-93846331</id><published>2003-05-06T02:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:46:45.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Intrrrrroducing...........</title><summary type='text'>Wow.... here I am, all ready, set, and going to post all my thoughts online for the microcosm to absorb. Not much to write today - this being my second day off in a row is sorta like my Sunday and the best Sundays are spent chillaxing and being bummy so that's what I did. Dimsum with la famille, laundry, hand-washing (grrrrrrrrr) vintage under-garments, harassing baby Declo. Today is the Battle</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/feeds/93846331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5358494&amp;postID=93846331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/93846331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5358494/posts/default/93846331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadstar8.blogspot.com/' title='Intrrrrroducing...........'/><author><name>Mimi</name><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>
