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I'm using myspace a lot more lately and neglecting this blog like I said i eventually would so allow me to redirect you here ----&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/punkybrixx"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/punkybrixx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where you can find me until I get bored there. when that happens expect me back home. anyways hope everyone is well. xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-114954102876793492?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/114954102876793492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=114954102876793492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/114954102876793492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/114954102876793492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2006/06/things-are.html' title='Things are...'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-114421545353076414</id><published>2006-04-05T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T00:37:33.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/124/6265/320/02260606471.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/124/6265/200/02260606471.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-114421545353076414?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/114421545353076414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=114421545353076414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/114421545353076414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/114421545353076414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2006/04/random.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-114421539081832286</id><published>2006-04-05T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T00:36:30.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/124/6265/320/0402061935a.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/124/6265/200/0402061935a.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven doesn't need its own Vanna White&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-114421539081832286?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/114421539081832286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=114421539081832286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/114421539081832286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/114421539081832286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2006/04/heaven-doesnt-need-its-own-vanna-white.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-114421530930573745</id><published>2006-04-05T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T00:35:09.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/124/6265/320/0402061956a.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/124/6265/200/0402061956a.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-114421530930573745?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/114421530930573745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=114421530930573745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/114421530930573745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/114421530930573745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2006/04/heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-114421520528434176</id><published>2006-04-05T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T00:33:25.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/124/6265/320/0403060408.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/124/6265/200/0403060408.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-114421520528434176?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/114421520528434176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=114421520528434176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/114421520528434176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/114421520528434176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-114015190858432569</id><published>2006-02-16T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T23:51:48.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never been this tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well all I've got left to move into my apartment is my mattress and bed and some clothes and I'll be pretty much set. We got most of it done the past two days and I'm running on empty it'd be nice to have a day to rest but I have to work tomorrow. Payoff= I'm off three days next week and I'm not losing any hours to get them. It's amazing. By then I should be totally moved in and getting things in order. I can't wait to paint. I can't believe this is happening. I've wanted to move out for awhile and now it's really happening. Oh in other news I'm not going to be able to afford a phone (besides my cell phone) or cable which means no T.V. or internet for a while. I'm not sure how I'm going to function. Only time will tell. Anyways have a great weekend, and be safe. XO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-114015190858432569?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/114015190858432569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=114015190858432569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/114015190858432569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/114015190858432569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2006/02/never-been-this-tired.html' title='Never been this tired'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-114006898027347989</id><published>2006-02-16T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T00:49:40.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/124/6265/320/0214061856.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/124/6265/200/0214061856.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night the lights when out in Wal-Mart. I know this maynot excite you but walmarts lights are always on it's opened 24/7. It was amazing to see it dark. By far one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen. Like a sleeping giant (thanks I stole that from you). I hope it happens again for longer than 20 minutes...XO&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-114006898027347989?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/114006898027347989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=114006898027347989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/114006898027347989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/114006898027347989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2006/02/night-lights-when-out-in-wal-mart.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-113946608315821346</id><published>2006-02-09T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T01:21:23.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw him</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You say everything that no one says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I feel everything that you're afraid to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;how I'll always want you How I'll always love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I gotta crush  ~mm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;you know the one I'm talking about. I saw him today. It's the strangest thing I woke up oneday and I was like I'm going to see my soul mate today and I saw him and now somedays I wake up and I can't explain this feeling but I see him. I call him my soulmate now. Not that I think he is or even believe in soulmates but it's just a thing. I'm like Beth there's my soulmate and she knows who he is now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know I've had a "crush" on this guy since I was 14 I guess maybe fifteen. I don't know him that well but from what I know he seems like a great guy. I dunno. I just feel so many things when I see him it's the strangest thing. Fear anger love admiration just so many things but I go all R-word when I see him and I'm sure he thinks I'm an idiot. Maybe not, he's too nice a guy for that.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... He makes me smile that's the only thing I do know.&lt;br /&gt;More details later I just wanted to say things are well the closing date has been moved up to the 16th and I'm so excited it's hard to sleep. I'm sure I'll post again before the night's over.&lt;br /&gt;XO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-113946608315821346?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/113946608315821346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=113946608315821346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/113946608315821346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/113946608315821346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-saw-him.html' title='I saw him'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-113895445838181517</id><published>2006-02-03T03:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T03:14:18.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a random poem by me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She walks like she plays the piano&lt;br /&gt;with pointless determination&lt;br /&gt;each leg like each finger&lt;br /&gt;jagged and precise&lt;br /&gt;power and strength&lt;br /&gt;behind every step&lt;br /&gt;and nothing more&lt;br /&gt;perfection and technicality&lt;br /&gt;behind every note&lt;br /&gt;and nothing more&lt;br /&gt;no feeling no soul&lt;br /&gt;just walking just playing&lt;br /&gt;when did the soul fade to... blah&lt;br /&gt;when did I forget how to play... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-113895445838181517?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/113895445838181517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=113895445838181517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/113895445838181517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/113895445838181517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-random-poem-by-me.html' title='Just a random poem by me'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-113852153755736846</id><published>2006-01-29T02:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T02:58:57.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb. 20</title><content type='html'>Our house is sold. We have to be out by the 20. Mom's already found a new house in black hole central.&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving into carole's apartment and she's moving in with my mom. Holy shit I'm about to be living on my own for the first time. It's too big a deal for me to grasp. I've wanted to move out since I realized people could live by themselves. Weird I know but I like to be alone. No I love to be alone almost as much as I love to be with people. Does that make any sense? Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;you know something else I just realized, I don't know where in the hell 2005 went. I don't know what happened in 2005. I hate not being able to remember shit that I lived. I have entire years where I have no clue what happened. I guess it was all the medications I was on. Hell I don't remember when I got off the meds. I guess it's been a year now maybe 2. Is it normal to have no clue what happened to you. Did I block out those years as some kind of a defense. So I wouldn't have to relive painful memories? Do people do that? What's wrong with me? Sigh... I just wish I could remember. I must have looked like a zombie 3 years ago... I feel like I just woke up. I've been sleeping since I was 14. 5 years of my life is a blur a dream I know I was alive because im alive now. im awake now and I'll be damned if I waste one more minute being depressed I'm so over that shit. My goal for 2006 is to make memories many many memories I have to make up for lost time. Ha! Party at my new apartment lets say the 21 or so stop by. XO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-113852153755736846?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/113852153755736846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=113852153755736846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/113852153755736846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/113852153755736846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2006/01/feb-20.html' title='Feb. 20'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-113851833954940582</id><published>2006-01-29T02:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T02:05:39.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/183/6955/640/emo%20wanna%20be.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/183/6955/320/emo%20wanna%20be.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new tat peoples yes it's real yah&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-113851833954940582?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/113851833954940582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=113851833954940582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/113851833954940582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/113851833954940582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-tat-peoples-yes-its-real-yah.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-113824548323664460</id><published>2006-01-25T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T22:18:03.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tattoed</title><content type='html'>that's right ladies and gentlemen I got my very first tattoo yesterday a sparrow i drew myself and yes it's amazing and yes it felt amazing. it didn't hurt at all i mean not even a little. it was a weird feeling i can't describe but it wasn't unbearable and i really want another. so that's all that's going on and yeah i tell you other stuff laters.&lt;br /&gt;I loves Lamarjorie Crawford even though she's a number one jerk ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-113824548323664460?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/113824548323664460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=113824548323664460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/113824548323664460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/113824548323664460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-tattoed.html' title='I&apos;m tattoed'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-113685933283632173</id><published>2006-01-09T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T21:15:32.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who's back???</title><content type='html'>Jaime yahsss. I just spent the day with her. I just wanted to say I &lt;3 her so very much. Anyways I may have a new job at a vet's office yessah. Cause I hate my job so much. The only good thing about it is Beth and Anderson and that's pretty much it I'm so glad I met them they're the greatest. sure andy's alittle monotone and at times alittle strange but I love the kid. And Beth I've never met anyone like her she's all around awesome. Post are coming back have no fear. Wait... no one's really reading this right? I mean why would you? who's wants to hear a 20 year old talking about her life. Oh yeah I'm 20 now too btw turned twenty the 3rd. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!! I'm not a teenager any longer. I is a bonafide grown ups. WOH!!! Gotta GO Grim adventures of Billy and MAndy is on!!! byes &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 Everyone gets free kisses woh. XO Brixx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-113685933283632173?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/113685933283632173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=113685933283632173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/113685933283632173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/113685933283632173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2006/01/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s back???'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-113159860906855195</id><published>2005-11-09T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T23:56:49.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm moving out on my own!!! Within the month if all goes well. Bad news comes with this though I'm going to be paying rent and utilities by the skin of my teeth so... No more internet for awhile. I've been at my job long enough to change to full time but they're already working me outrageous hours as it is and I start back in school in January so I'm going to have to rough it for awhile. Good thing my addiction to the blog as passed I guess, otherwise I'd lose my mind. Anyways things are still going pretty good I must say. It's good to finally have a life again. :D&lt;br /&gt;so mad parties at my apartment very soon. Unfortunately not on the weekends because I'm my jobs bitch. Sigh... Isn't it grand to be an adult. I wish I had of valued the security of not having to pay major bills when I had the chance. We all have to grow up sometimes. I think I may have to get a room mate to have anything. I don't care the sacrifices are worth it to be out on my own. Atleast I hope they are. Only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been awhile but I'm not going to let this blog die I promise.&lt;br /&gt;XO Brixx &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-113159860906855195?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/113159860906855195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=113159860906855195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/113159860906855195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/113159860906855195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/11/good-news-everyone.html' title='Good News everyone'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-113086335820493504</id><published>2005-11-01T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T11:42:38.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/183/6955/640/devilish.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/183/6955/320/devilish.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEOW&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-113086335820493504?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/113086335820493504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=113086335820493504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/113086335820493504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/113086335820493504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/11/meow.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-113086323100146619</id><published>2005-11-01T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T11:40:31.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/183/6955/640/joe.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/183/6955/320/joe.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joe thinking he's God or something&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-113086323100146619?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/113086323100146619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=113086323100146619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/113086323100146619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/113086323100146619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/11/joe-thinking-hes-god-or-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-113086317946461896</id><published>2005-11-01T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T11:39:39.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/183/6955/640/brittany.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/183/6955/320/brittany.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arg me mateys&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-113086317946461896?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/113086317946461896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=113086317946461896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/113086317946461896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/113086317946461896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/11/arg-me-mateys.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112905629815818706</id><published>2005-10-11T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T13:44:58.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew and Joseph?</title><content type='html'>hmmm... maybe there is some hope haha. boys are stupid!!! that's all I have to say about that. anyways everything's going great. I have nothing to complain about so that's good. anyways I hope everyone is doing super awesome just like me.  XO Brixx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112905629815818706?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112905629815818706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112905629815818706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112905629815818706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112905629815818706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/10/andrew-and-joseph.html' title='Andrew and Joseph?'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112793214143936809</id><published>2005-09-28T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T13:29:01.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life?</title><content type='html'>So today I'm wondering why can't life be more like the movies? That would be nice... Hope everyone has a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112793214143936809?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112793214143936809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112793214143936809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112793214143936809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112793214143936809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/09/life.html' title='Life?'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112774971148953552</id><published>2005-09-26T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T10:52:40.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew and Joseph</title><content type='html'>Didn't work out. Andrew basically said he wasn't looking for a relationship since he just got out of one. He just wants sex and Joseph wants a relationship. So you know how that goes. Joseph's gotten over it surprisingly quick atleast now he knows for sure where they stand.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still single as well though my stories a little more confusing so much so I'm not going to explain it. Why? Well... Cause it's my blog and I don't want to and that's the glory of having your own blog.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working for the cult. I still like it. Yes I said I like it. Now don't confuse this with love. I don't love my job. I like it. it could be a whole lot worse. Anyways nothing's going on. The next time I'm off again is wed. so I'll have a lot more to say then.&lt;br /&gt;XO Brixx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112774971148953552?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112774971148953552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112774971148953552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112774971148953552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112774971148953552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/09/andrew-and-joseph.html' title='Andrew and Joseph'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112710714280719481</id><published>2005-09-19T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T00:19:05.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush or Crushed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I haven't liked someone this much in so long. It feels strange but I have like a crush at 19 years old now. I thought those things went away once you got to be a certain age. I guess they don't. I've been working at my job now for a month. An entire freaking month and there's this guy. And I'm not trying to be mean but I thought he was gay at first. So I would you know flirt and cut up with him. Like I do Andrew (the gay guy I'm having an affair with)(he started the rumor don't ask) But now it's like I'm not even sure if he is gay. Maybe I was wrong. Cause he smiles and blushes everytime I talk to him (atleast that's what joseph says) he's just so awesome. He's seriously the sweetest guy. I don't know I really wish I knew for sure. And I'm not ballsey enough to ask him out. He seems old fashioned so I think that would be being too bold anyways. grr I want to scream out loud everytime I seem him it's like my heart jumps up in my throat. I mean I knew how to talk to him when I thought he was gay but now. *sigh* I really hope he's not gay. I mean I would be crushed not like for the rest of my like but atleast for a few weeks or months. I'm not sure. He's has the greatest smile too, it lights up a room. Ever since I've seen it I've felt like I can't go a day without seeing it. It just makes everything seem alright. I don't know I'm blabbering on like a freaking idiot. I'm going to bed. Love ya XO Brixx&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm still trying to hook andrew and joseph up and I have to take joseph to atlanta on wed. my day off. mew, at 9 in the morning which means we have to leave at like 6. That blows. pray for me I need it. I feel like I'm losing my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112710714280719481?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112710714280719481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112710714280719481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112710714280719481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112710714280719481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/09/crush-or-crushed.html' title='Crush or Crushed?'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112697650480891168</id><published>2005-09-17T12:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T12:01:44.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6955/640/vans.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6955/320/vans.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah I got these as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112697650480891168?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112697650480891168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112697650480891168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112697650480891168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112697650480891168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/09/yeah-i-got-these-as-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112697646279141505</id><published>2005-09-17T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T12:01:05.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6955/640/converse.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6955/320/converse.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my new shoes. WOOO. I love making money.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112697646279141505?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112697646279141505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112697646279141505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112697646279141505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112697646279141505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/09/these-are-my-new-shoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112672175316404879</id><published>2005-09-14T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T13:15:53.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6955/640/series_pages_episode4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6955/320/series_pages_episode4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much debating... I'm Going as Yura for Halloween!!! Yura is one of my favorite villans off of InuYasha who unfortunatily gets sacked after only two episodes. YURA LIVES!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112672175316404879?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112672175316404879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112672175316404879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112672175316404879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112672175316404879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/09/after-much-debating.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112632983144462821</id><published>2005-09-10T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T00:23:51.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay Day???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh yes I got my first real check. I've decided I'm going to get my first tattoo as soon as I have another day off. Which will probably be on some lame day like a Monday. I don't think the tattoo parlor is even opened on Monday. I don't blame them who in their right mind goes and gets a tattoo on a Monday and if they do why. Do they wake up nice and refreshed from the weekend and say hey I think I'll skip work and go get a tattoo this morning. So yeah I'm going to get a tattoo Monday haha... It's not like a huge one. I've wanted a tattoo since I was 16 but I'm not obsessed with it enough to have like a billboard sized one. What am I getting you may ask or not since I'm really the only one who cares about my life which suits me fine. But if you are curious. I'm getting a tribal sparrow I designed on the outside of my wrist on the little bone, you know on the outside. He's not going to be too big. But why a sparrow you may ask or not once again. Because my grandfather has two on his chest and it's kind of in his honor because he's like my dad (since if you've been keeping up I don't have a relationship with my real dad) I respect him more than any man ever and I love him more than any other man in my life right now. I look up to him so much and I know he's not going to be around much longer so I want something I can have with me always and look at and think about him when he's gone. Atleast my tattoo will have some meaning behind it instead of something I got when I was drunk. I've been thinking about it for a while and I think it's the one. So I'll have pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways work is still going good but they can't make me do the f-ing cheer they're not that great. It's bad enough I have to wear a uniform I'm not being excited and cheering about it. When they let me have my individuality back I'll have something to cheer about. Oh Yeah we get to dress up for Halloween. I'm so excited. Still torn between who I'm going to go as. Oh well I've got a while.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is well XO Brixx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112632983144462821?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112632983144462821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112632983144462821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112632983144462821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112632983144462821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/09/pay-day.html' title='Pay Day???'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112619729383171900</id><published>2005-09-08T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T11:34:53.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6955/640/23FT0743.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6955/320/23FT0743.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen this boy??? (er I think he's actually played by a girl here) but I'm still inpressed) I have some things that only alchemy can fix. If you see him send him my way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112619729383171900?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112619729383171900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112619729383171900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112619729383171900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112619729383171900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/09/have-you-seen-this-boy-er-i-think-hes.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112611609577788470</id><published>2005-09-07T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T13:01:35.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damned no matter what I do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've decided not to go back to school this quarter. Why some of you may be asking. Well, I have several reasons. Number one we are the process of selling our house and relocating to a house about 40 minutes away, That's closer to town and my school. We have no help to move everything we own except me and my mom. Number two I just started a new job which is taking up a great deal of my time and I'm still not used to it. I just don't see how I can balance school and work at the same time on top of moving. I know I said should it ever come down to it and I had to decide between school and work that work would be the thing to go. But when we move the utilities and payments will be more and I'll be helping out so I can't afford to quit. I defiantly can't afford to fail a class either because I don't qualify for hope yet (because I was homeschooled) If I were to fail a class my gpa would drop. I'm only like a 3.2 or 3.4 now and that's after making a C I can't afford to screw up my gpa. Number three is I can't afford college period at this point. I've already got one $1,600 student loan out now. I don't want to have to take out another one when I can work the next 4 months and have enough saved to pay it myself. I should have gotten a job before now that's true but I didn't I take full responsibility for my actions. I'm screwed now because of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;To me it's no big deal if I have to wait until January to start back at school. But to everyone else it's like I'm giving up. When I'm not. I'm going back to school and soon as things calm down and I have more stability. I'm going to start in January regardless of what anyone things and I am going to save my money. I just don't see why you don't trust me. I have every intention of going to school this quarter until I found out we were moving. I just don't want too many things on my shoulders. I really don't want to screw up in school. This is my only chance to be something and get out of this god forsaken town. I can't mess it up. I just can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;So as a result. I now have no insurance from October to December. God forbid something happen because I would be totally screwed more so than now. I know believe me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But please believe me when I say I'm going to save every penny I make for school and I'm going to start back in January. I know you don't trust me but there's really no reason not to. You should know college is something I really want otherwise I wouldn't have started and wasted the money on two quarters to begin with. I want to go to college. I don't want to end up like you or him. I want to be something and do something big with my life and if it's postponed a few months it's going to be okay. I promise. Please don't hate me this is not the end of the world or my time at college. I swear to God I'm not quitting. I know you've seen me give up before but you have to believe me when I say this is something I really truly whole heartedly want. I just want to do it the right way and not have to get anymore loans. I don't want to be in debt up to my ass when I graduate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thank you for all your help I know you can't afford to pay for my college but that's okay because you do so much more for me already more than any mother should. I know that without you I wouldn't be able to go to college at all. Please don't damn me and hate me because I'm taking a little more time off. I'm going back as God as my witness or you can throw me out in the street. I swear to you that should be enough for you to have a little faith in me. I hope oneday you will. I just wish you could see it from my point of view and be a little more supportive. I support everything you do and over the years I've never lost any faith or trust in you. I'm 19 years old now I'll be 20 in January you have to know I'm nearly an adult and I have to make decisions that I believe are in my best interest for my future. I've made mistakes in the past but you don't have to keep shoving them in my face every time I do something you don't agree with. I was a child then but I'm not anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;God, I just wish my past would stop haunting me. I'm never going to be able to live it down. I just feel like I'm going to be paying for the mistakes I've made the rest of my life until I get away from this town. I just want to go some where, where no one knows anything about me. I feel like I'm being punished for things I had no control over and it's partly because of you. Why can't you forgive me and let everything go. You always talk about letting things go and not holding them inside but you haven't let them go. If you only knew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112611609577788470?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112611609577788470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112611609577788470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112611609577788470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112611609577788470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/09/damned-no-matter-what-i-do.html' title='Damned no matter what I do...'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112606299688312057</id><published>2005-09-06T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T22:16:36.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random Anime pose in 5...4...3...2...1!!! Hey it was supposed to be random how come you guys are all dressed up? Anyone else excited about Halloween a little early???&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6955/640/22FT0846.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6955/320/22FT0846.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112606299688312057?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112606299688312057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112606299688312057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112606299688312057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112606299688312057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/09/random-anime-pose-in-5.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112605033444165680</id><published>2005-09-06T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T18:45:34.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6955/640/gilligan.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6955/320/gilligan.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell Gilligan!!! Enjoy your final tour!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112605033444165680?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112605033444165680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112605033444165680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112605033444165680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112605033444165680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/09/farewell-gilligan-enjoy-your-final.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112604644364742822</id><published>2005-09-06T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T17:40:43.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6955/640/salior%20moon.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6955/320/salior%20moon.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the HOTTEST group of girls I've ever seen!!! ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112604644364742822?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112604644364742822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112604644364742822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112604644364742822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112604644364742822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-hottest-group-of-girls-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112595993657521708</id><published>2005-09-05T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T17:38:56.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6955/640/shippo.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6955/320/shippo.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the only one with issues... I'm thinking either Ayame or Blue for Halloween...I'm so sad...but I'm not alone...Muwhahaha... we're everywhere!!! consplayers.com peeps.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112595993657521708?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112595993657521708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112595993657521708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112595993657521708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112595993657521708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-not-only-one-with-issues.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112594783899338549</id><published>2005-09-05T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T14:17:20.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6955/640/a_9_p721.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6955/320/a_9_p721.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVIN ON UP!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112594783899338549?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112594783899338549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112594783899338549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112594783899338549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112594783899338549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/09/movin-on-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112562754043921964</id><published>2005-09-01T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T21:19:01.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sorry for the lack of post. Well sorry for no post really. I haven't died or done anything tragic like that but I have been busy. I'm trying to get in all the hours working I can because I know when school starts (next week WOH) I'm going to have to drastically cut them back. Which sucks because not only am I making sweet cash but I work with the most awesomest people anyone could ever hope to work with. Everyone of them are seriously great. I work at night usually somewhere around 3:00pm to 12:00am and that's when the cool crowd is at work. During the day not so much but second shift is the shit. I work with like 2 awesome gay guys a hott lesbian (I thought was a guy) a cool guy that started the same day I did. KIM. A super hott guy named Jarred (who also many possibly be gay) some other hott people and a bunch of married women mostly. I didn't know there were so many gay people in hicksville it's awesome cause now I know Josie isn't alone. I'm actually trying to hook him up with a guy I work with named Andrew. It started out rough but now I love it and actually enjoy going to work. I laugh the whole time I'm there. Either at people, or with people, or with people at people. The cult has turned out to be alright mostly. So, yeah, I was off today the first day since I started. I hung out with Joseph all day cause he's still out of work. Yeah, so things are going pretty good I'm making my own money which couldn't have happened at a better time with the way gas prices are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;$3.26 a gallon in MillyVille. There's been panic here for the past two days due to a gas shortage our governor swears we don't have. I guess he's got us on a technicality cause there really isn't a gas shortage we just have no way of getting gas. The guy at the station down the road from us (my cousin actually) told us he didn't expect any gas for atleast 2 weeks and that when they were out they were out. It's getting a bit ridiculous here. I mean with the people fighting and the lines and the mobs and all. I hope it all ends soon and to think I used to complain about the gas prices a year ago. I really had no clue. But what can you? I mean I'm about 35 minutes from my job so gas is killing me that's where all my money is going. I don't know what I'm going to do when school starts. I know now Sunday drives are a thing of the past I'm really going to miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I hope everyone is well especially those in Louisiana and Mississippi. My prayers and thoughts are with everyone. Be good Be safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh yeah and before I get off my box here I have one more thing to say. If you drive a HUMMER or any kind of tank type SUV you should be dragged out in the street and shot. You're the reason we're having to pay outrageous prices for gas and you're one of the reasons there are kids dying everyday in the WAR. If you have enough money to blow on those stupid ass cars, and you do, you clearly have more money than brains and the world would be better off without you. You people are MORONS that don't care about anything but your image and yourselves. I'm glad I'm not one of you because I would be ashamed to be seen in a Hummer. I bet if it was your daughter or your son over there you would sing a different tune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Always XO Brixx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;p.s. Bring on the hate post if you dare. Do I look like the type of person that gives a shit? No. No I don't. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112562754043921964?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112562754043921964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112562754043921964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112562754043921964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112562754043921964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/09/ahhhhh.html' title='AHHHHH!!!'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112450176429959481</id><published>2005-08-19T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T20:36:04.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know some of you maybe wondering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;well atleast 2 people anyways maybe asking themselves. Why for the lack of updates on Brixx's blog? Now I must solemnly explain that I too have joined the 9 to 5 class. My unemployment stage has finally ended and now I'm a working girl or as I like to put it I've joined a cult. Happiness and freedom to sleep until noon if I darn well please no longer abides here no sir. But sweet hard earned cash will soon. I'm only making like 7 dollars an hour but I'm not going to complain because it's more than I was making sitting on my caboose all day. I think my self inflicted insomnia is cured because I find myself unable to keep my eyes opened past 11. Which sucks big time. I don't like mornings and I never NEVER will for a few good reasons I don't have to explain at this time but if you think of something that's probably one of my many excuses. I have to go in at 8am but that's only because I'm training. It's sad after two 8 hour days I'm seriously questioning my sanity and the sanity of others. I truly have joined one of the largest cults in the world. I've never seen more bizarre people and now I to and one of them. I have to go in at 8 all week and it's supposed to be part time. I think they're jeepin me for extra time here somehow. Anyways I get a sweet paycheck Thursday which I've already spent and must repay so... oh... and training sucks big time. BIG TIME. For many reasons I don't have to explain this is my blog use your imagination people. I'm so tired...Already...That's sad. Next week is going to separate the woman from the whinny b***hes (I'm not one of them...Thank God) pray for me I need it haha. Anyways I'm off for the weekend so I can sleep late... WOH... I don't have to see the sun rise for two days. Once I get on my normal time which will start and 3 in the afternoon and end around 12 midnight I'll be straight. Until then I'll grin and bare it. It's nice to vent thanks for your time. Much love to everyone and ya'll have a safe weekend kiddies... ~XO ~ Brixx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh to be 17 again. I had no idea how much I took it for granted. I appreciate my mom a hell of a lot more now for all she's done. I didn't know how amazing she was. It's been two days and I'm already ready to nut up. She's been at it 31 years. If that's not amazing I don't know what is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112450176429959481?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112450176429959481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112450176429959481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112450176429959481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112450176429959481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-know-some-of-you-maybe-wondering.html' title='I know some of you maybe wondering...'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112405551573120968</id><published>2005-08-14T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T16:38:35.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So I've been going to church again. I had stopped going when I started school because I don't know if you've ever been a college student but it can be pretty time consuming and stressful. Anyways I'm out until September so I've been going to church.&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in the church I mean since before I could walk I was in the church. So many of my first memories are of the church. It has always been a place I feel totally comfortable and safe. I know religion is not one of those things you should talk about but I love it. All religions all beliefs are beautiful in their own ways. I truly believe that all religions or beliefs are different translations of the same truth. Different paths to the same place. I don't judge any person or their beliefs but I think that people are much happier if they believe in something whatever it is. No, I've never seen God but I believe. I believe there has to be something out there bigger than any of us, bigger than we as humans can grasp. There just has to. Maybe I believe in God because I was raised in the church and it's the only thing I know but I can think of far worse things to believe in.&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be back home it's good to feel peace even if it's only for 2 hours on Sundays. It's nice to feel like things are right in the world for that moment. It's nice to feel like you're surrounded by love, and at ease, even if it only last until service is over. It's enough to get me through until next Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone's weekend was safe and well. XO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112405551573120968?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112405551573120968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112405551573120968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112405551573120968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112405551573120968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-believe.html' title='I believe...'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112360848399623341</id><published>2005-08-09T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T19:39:41.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi all you non-commenting b**tards in cyber space!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So here's the news in my town, well my life, brought to you by yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;1. Joseph has the surgery on his shoulder he's doing great. The doctor said he will be out of work for a minimum of 4 months (GO him). But his workman's comp crap doesn't kick in until he's been out almost a month which blows, he doesn't really like that job anyways and I don't blame him. He doesn't get paid enough to do the work he does.&lt;br /&gt;2.Clif is still home from Baghdad. He injured his knees very badly and he has to have 2 surgeries which is a blessing because he won't be going back anytime soon if ever. Which the family is thrilled about including me. Welcome home Clif I hope you're here to stay!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. My Aunt Nana the one I talked about before that had cancer was back in the hospital with chest pains. She had open heart surgery when she was 41 and she's not a big woman or at all unheathy in that sense but she has been a smoker since she was like 14 and after the heart surgery she still continues to smoke. People tell her all the time to quit but it's not that easy she's 55 now and she's been smoking since she was a kid. I think it's safe to say she's addicted. Anyways she got transferred to Macon where they did a bunch of test and concluded that she would live and nows she's back home and the chest pains have subsided.&lt;br /&gt;4.Tristan and Sarah (niece and nephew) went back to school this week. Tristan is in the 4th grade and This is Sarah's first year at school. She's going to do well because she's already bright and a social butterfly. Tristan already hates school. Tristan is my heart and soul I wish the kid were mine. He's very clever and very bright he just has A.D.D. and can't pay attention even though he's on medication he has a hard time listening. He's also anti-social which makes school seem like torture. I think he's the greatest kid in the world he just need some extra attention he got a good teacher this year from what I hear so I hope he starts to enjoy school.&lt;br /&gt;5. My beautiful and super smart Nanny is going to be 72 and we're having a good old fashioned southern get down this weekend!!! She's the hottest 72 year old I've ever seen in my life and she's still mobile. (which is always good) It'll be good to get with all the cousins, aunts and uncles. 6.Got a big date on Wed. I'm just kidding there's a group of us going out, I haven't gone out in ages it'll be nice to hang with people my age for a change.&lt;br /&gt;7. I found &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=3976360&amp;amp;Mytoken=20050809173248/"&gt;BRET&lt;/a&gt;and he's hott. When did he grow up? That's all I'm saying too bad he has a girlfriend :P I'll tell you guys some back story on him later.&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now kids. Hope you enjoy the rest of your lovely week. I'll try to be better with the post even though no one really cares and I know that. I like having a blog even if I bore people to death it's my blog and everything on it is by me or about me. Which is awesome! Life is amazing even when it's as uneventful as mine. It'll change once I'm famous then I bet you b*tches will be dying for my next post. I'm just kidding! I know, I know, I need to lay off the drugs (which btw I'm not on) I'm just high on life today what can I say.&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys! See ya soon! x0 &lt;3&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112360848399623341?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112360848399623341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112360848399623341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112360848399623341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112360848399623341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/08/hi-all-you-non-commenting-btards-in.html' title='Hi all you non-commenting b**tards in cyber space!!!'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112347331494715751</id><published>2005-08-07T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T12:31:50.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another quiz Q&amp;A cause nothing is going on and no one cares to begin with!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n f o r m a t I o n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Name: my real name? Or Nickname? I have several you decide. Glowworm, Ginger, Cherry pie(shannon's doing), Nickel(thanks Jaime),Britain, Punky, Calico, Britt, Bri, yummylicious copper locks (don't ask)Brixx(ah it's not my real name after all)&lt;br /&gt;2. Single or taken:SINGLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Sex: (yes please I'm j/k) female&lt;br /&gt;4. Birthday: January 3rd 1986&lt;br /&gt;5.sign: Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;6.siblings: 1 half brother 1 half sister 2 step sisters (I'm an only child)&lt;br /&gt;7. Hair color: red this week&lt;br /&gt;8. Eye color: green&lt;br /&gt;9. Shoe size: um... 10?&lt;br /&gt;10. Height: 5'11 (tall I know, now ask me if I care?)&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite foods: black olives, Mac and cheese (which is a veggie), mocha frappuccino, shepherd's pie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. Hometown: pick a small town in Georgia and there's a good chance that's probably it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;r e l a t I o n s h I p s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;1. Who are your best friends?: Jaime, Ashley, Joseph, Luke, Christy, Michael&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?: not currently&lt;br /&gt;3. How many people have you kissed?: a lady never tells&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you shy around your crush?: sure, why not?&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you indulge in random hook-ups?: deff not and never would&lt;br /&gt;6. Still have feelings for anyone you've been in a past relationship with?: Thank God no.&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you know what it feels like to be in love?: yes and no&lt;br /&gt;8. Would you sacrifice your favorite possession for your best friends?: in less than a heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;f a s h I o n s t u f f&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your favorite place to shop: favorite... Bath and body works... Yummy&lt;br /&gt;2. Have any tattoos or piercings?: 2 holes in each ear&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favorite thing to wear?: clothes, I'm not trying to be a smart ass (this time) I love clothes.&lt;br /&gt;4. What is a must have accessory?: earrings and a cute handbag&lt;br /&gt;5. How much is the most you've ever spent on a single item of clothing?: I'm ashamed to say&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you match your belt with your hair color?: can you say anal? Shoe maybe hair never&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you wearing right now?: spaghetti tank, hello kitty panties and boxers&lt;br /&gt;8. What is the worst trend you see today?: bling, bling, comes to mind people wear too much jewelry to just be in Walmart. Leave that at home honeys. Tight clothes with everything hanging out on big girls is another. Ladies have some self respect. The best trend in my opinion is the one you set yourself. Don't be a clone don't buy into what the media is selling you be true to yourself and wear wtf you want to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;s p e c I f I c s&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you do drugs? Nope&lt;br /&gt;2. What kind of shampoo do you use?: Dove&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you most scared of?: God currently with Failure in a close 2nd&lt;br /&gt;4. What are you listening to right now?: a CD I made. (fall out boy, Hawthorne heights, relient K, emo stuff like that) (yes, I &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;h a v e y o u e v e r&lt;br /&gt;1. Given someone a bath? Do babies and puppies count?&lt;br /&gt;2. Bungee jumped?: not yet and to be honest I would much rather dive with sharks that would be sooo much fun.&lt;br /&gt;3. Made yourself throw up?: what kind of question is that?&lt;br /&gt;4. Skinny dipped?: yes&lt;br /&gt;5. Made yourself cry to get out of trouble?: yes many, many times&lt;br /&gt;6. Cried when someone died?: of course&lt;br /&gt;7. Fallen for your best friend?: maybe&lt;br /&gt;8. Been rejected?: of course who hasn't&lt;br /&gt;9. Rejected someone?: sadly sorry guys&lt;br /&gt;10. Used someone?: never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;c u r r e n t&lt;br /&gt;1. Hair: you saw the pic you should know&lt;br /&gt;2. Music: didn't we already ask this five seconds ago. EMO&lt;br /&gt;3. Make-up: lavender eye shadow and lip gloss&lt;br /&gt;4. Annoyance: this quiz&lt;br /&gt;5. Scent: dove shampoo and lucky you lucky brand&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite musical artist: Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite group: 3 doors down and third eye blind&lt;br /&gt;8. Desktop picture: anime of the guy off s-cry-ed&lt;br /&gt;9. Book you're reading: not telling&lt;br /&gt;10. CD in player: The Killers, Nightwish in the car&lt;br /&gt;11. DVD in player: Garden State&lt;br /&gt;12. Color of toenails: clear coat (they were a saucy red about five minutes ago but I had to change them cause that doesn't go with everything and I like to half way match)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Add your two cents or don't I really don't care anymore. No one on here is nice. I know you are reading. I have a stat counter people. If you do post then you'll be redeemed in my eyes and I'll think you're the coolest ever. Kisses to everyone. XO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112347331494715751?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112347331494715751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112347331494715751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112347331494715751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112347331494715751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/08/another-quiz-qa-cause-nothing-is-going.html' title='Another quiz Q&amp;A cause nothing is going on and no one cares to begin with!!!'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112344679824036619</id><published>2005-08-07T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T15:33:18.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6955/640/Photo0241.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6955/320/Photo0241.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love having a web cam. Check all hail the queen for more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112344679824036619?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112344679824036619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112344679824036619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112344679824036619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112344679824036619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-love-having-web-cam.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112327081241048674</id><published>2005-08-05T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T14:40:12.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6955/640/mr.mraz.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/183/6955/320/mr.mraz.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimp the ones you love continues with this sexy man. Who's my dream guy? I'll let you guess.Yummy. I would marry you in a heartbeat Mr.Mraz, as long as you sing me to sleep every night. XO&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112327081241048674?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112327081241048674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112327081241048674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112327081241048674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112327081241048674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/08/pimp-ones-you-love-continues-with-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112318437923305617</id><published>2005-08-04T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T14:39:39.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/640/FH000008_edited.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/320/FH000008_edited.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another hott lady I'm related to hottness must run the in family :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112318437923305617?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112318437923305617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112318437923305617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112318437923305617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112318437923305617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/08/yet-another-hott-lady-im-related-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112318425863401633</id><published>2005-08-04T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T14:37:38.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/640/mom.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/320/mom.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's that hott lady???&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112318425863401633?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112318425863401633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112318425863401633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112318425863401633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112318425863401633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/08/whos-that-hott-lady.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112310109146212036</id><published>2005-08-03T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T15:31:31.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/1024/davis-tim-penguins-the-odd-one-out-8300015.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/320/davis-tim-penguins-the-odd-one-out-8300015.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Adorable Penguins For Sale!!! Perfect for any event they come with their own Tux!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112310109146212036?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112310109146212036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112310109146212036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112310109146212036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112310109146212036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/08/10-adorable-penguins-for-sale-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112303346125312001</id><published>2005-08-02T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T15:22:41.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Notice: DREAM FOR SALE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.Enormous Ranch: with all the fixins that anyone could enjoy. Including but not limited to; 7 bedrooms 4 baths, huge kitchen, stables, horses, a hot tub, a pool, 370 acres of wilderness, a lovely view of the lake, mountains in the background, the beach not far away, millions of stars, a few cowboys, and a pole (don't ask unless you know).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2.A corgi: male named Bodega also responds to Bordello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. 2 cats: 1 Siamese, 1 tom cat, males, named Carl and Lenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.A German Shepard: female named thunderclese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.A sheepdog: male named Max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;6.A blue Heeler: female named Blue oddly enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. An ill tempered llama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;8. an alpaca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. A Japanese garden complete with countless coy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;10. An oversized good for nothing Alligator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. Several lovely goats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;12. Several dream cars. Too many to name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These can all be yours today for. . . Make them a deal honey. . . Absolutely Free!!! For a limited time if I don't get any responses I'll be forced to burn it to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sound to good to be true. Too perfect. I didn't think so wish I had thought about it a little longer before I got my hopes up. The fairy tale has ended or rather is on hold until further notice. The owner has packed up and moved to an Island in a location you can only find if you've already been there (or stumble upon it). Please no lost visitors, no lost tourist and no members of a stranded 3 hour tour. The owner also wishes to be alone until further notice and will not be accepting your emails, phone calls, telegrams, messages in a bottle, messages by pigeon, or telepathy. She will contact you when she wishes and only when she wishes.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. this doesn't mean the blog will be neglected stay tuned the best it yet to come. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;current mood: better!!! current song: It's too late by Carole King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112303346125312001?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112303346125312001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112303346125312001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112303346125312001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112303346125312001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/08/notice-dream-for-sale.html' title='Notice: DREAM FOR SALE'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112300026033849798</id><published>2005-08-02T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T11:32:03.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm sorry... I'm insanely jealous of any girl that can be with you. I've just had you for five years and I'm terrified to loose you. It's happened before. You're my best friend. I can't imagine my life without you. Even if we are just friends. You've helped me more than you know already. I guess I'm addicted to you and your support. (which never ceases to amaze me) I love you more than I ever thought I could. Can we please get past this?                                                                                Always, Glowworm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112300026033849798?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112300026033849798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112300026033849798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112300026033849798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112300026033849798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/08/johnny.html' title='Johnny...'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112267006904870845</id><published>2005-07-29T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T15:50:00.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry once again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;For the lack of updates. This week has been pretty dull. On the note I have been able to get in a lot of writing on several of my stories. So that's always good. Anyways I'm glad the weekends finally here and I'm sure you are too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A few last minute updates before I don't post for 2 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joseph's surgery&lt;/span&gt; has been moved up to next Wed. I'm going with him and I will let ya'll know how he's doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please have him in your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And the new &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt; album is finally out it's awesome so you should most definitely check it out. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MR. A-Z&lt;/span&gt; and if you are new to his music I encourage you once again to get the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tonight not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Again Live&lt;/span&gt; Album you won't be disappointed. (unless you're a closed minded I only listen to music my circle of friends suggest and hate anything remotely happy and have pre-conceived notions about absolutely everything)(then you're probably not listening to me anyways and everything I've said doesn't matter in the first place)(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;)(and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;)(Is there anyway for us to co-exist?)(We've been doing it for years I guess so) ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Check out &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jason Mraz's&lt;/span&gt; new CD &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mr.A-Z&lt;/span&gt; and his new single &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Wordplay"&lt;/span&gt; and if you have the opportunity to see him live do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He's AWESOME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bye for now guys hope you have a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;super fabulous&lt;/span&gt; weekend. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Be safe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112267006904870845?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112267006904870845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112267006904870845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112267006904870845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112267006904870845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/07/sorry-once-again.html' title='Sorry once again...'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112252431416767676</id><published>2005-07-27T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T23:18:34.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danny Elfman is a genius!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112252431416767676?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112252431416767676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112252431416767676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112252431416767676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112252431416767676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/07/danny-elfman-is-genius.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112242682870645302</id><published>2005-07-26T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T20:13:48.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be any more uneventful?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;No I think not. This town once again is driving me bonkers (not that I already wasn't) I guess I should be thankful that absolutely nothing ever happens here. It could be a lot worse. But if you ever wanted to know why I write stories (I write anything really) It's because it's that bad here. It's so boring here when it rains it's an event. I need a long vacation and some new scenery. I love Georgia don't get me wrong it will always be my home state and I'm sure as I venture off into the world oneday I will return. But for now I'd rather be someplace else. I'm sure others can relate. There are little black hole towns everywhere. Cheer up guys. There's an awesome place out there somewhere for us. One day will find it, until then nothing's going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112242682870645302?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112242682870645302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112242682870645302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112242682870645302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112242682870645302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/07/could-it-be-any-more-uneventful.html' title='Could it be any more uneventful?'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112226168311197881</id><published>2005-07-24T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T22:44:38.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was born in 86 I was a kid in the 90s I have an excuse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How much do u remember the 90's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(I'm already thinking this was a bad idea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[x] Fresh Prince of Bel-Air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[x] Fraggle Rock (warm smiles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[] G.I. Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[x] Are You Afraid of the Dark?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[x ]Secret World of Alex Mack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[x] Bug Juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[x] Beetlejuice (adored)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[x] nightmare before christmas (one of my many favorite movies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[ ] Welcome Freshman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[ ] space cases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[ ] round house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[x] The Muppet Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[x] Muppet Babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[x] Eureka's Castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[x]Salute Your Shorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[ ] legends of the hidden temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[ ] You Can't Do That On Television&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[ ] G.U.T.S. DO U HAVE GUTS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[ ] What Would You Do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[x] Double Dare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[x] Rocko's Modern Life (awh heifer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[x] All That[x] Ren and Stimpy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[x] Clarissa Explains It All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[ ] The Torklesons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[ ] The Adventures of Pete and Pete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[x] Stick Stickley Write to me, Stick Stickley, PO Box 963, NYC, NY State, 10108&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[x] Goodburger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[x] Angry Beavers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[x] Hey Arnold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[x] AHH! Real Monsters (loved it help me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[x] Tiny Toons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[x] Animaniacs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[x] Pinky and the Brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[x] Freakazoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[ ] Earthworm Jim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[x] the babysitter's club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[ ] Underdog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[x] Kablam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[x] Gullah Gullah Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[ ] Richard Scarry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[x] Dumbo's Circus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[ ] Ocean Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[x] Mystery Files of Shelby Woo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[ ] Snick Snacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[ ] Dunkaroos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] SNICK- Saturday Night Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[ ] Koala Yummies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x]Where In The World Is Carmen Sandiego?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] Nickelodeon Magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] Ernest movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[ ] Radio Flyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[ ] Disney Watchers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] Adventures in Wonderland (loved)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] Homeward Bound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[ ] The Adventures of Yellow dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] Milo and Otis (I need help)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] Neverending Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x] Who Framed Roger Rabbit? (one of my all time favorite movies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x] The Lion King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x] Labyrinth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x] 101 Dalmations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x] the secret garden (loved)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x] Pete's Dragon (loved)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x] Hocus Pocus (still one of my favorite movies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[ ] Secret of Roan Inish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x] Land Before Time (loved)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x] Dinosaurs[x] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fern Gully (loved)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x] Secret of NIMH (loved)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x] Gummi Bears (loved)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x] Care Bears (loved, okay still love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x] my little pony (still love, no I don't have my little pony sheets)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x] Black Beauty (loved)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x] Rainbow Brite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[ ] Lady Lovely Locks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x] Candyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x] Sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x] Trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x] Don't Wake Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x] Mousetrap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x] Jenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;x] Don't Break the Ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[x] Hungry Hungry Hippos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[x] Pretty Pretty Princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[ ] Tinker toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[x] Cooties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[ ] The castles that made tea sets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[x] Polly Pocke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;t[ ] Mighty Max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[ ] Hypercolor T-Shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[x] Lite Brite (still love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[ ] Sky Dancers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[x] Ribbon Dancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[x] Scrunchies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[x] side ponytails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[x] Stirrup Pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[x] Jellies (had a million pairs in several colors with glitter oh my)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[ ] Saddle Shoes[x] Barbies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[x] Beanie Babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[x] Tamagotchies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[x] Yo-Yos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[ ] Duncans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[ ] Choose Your Own Adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[ ] Pogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[x] Goosebumps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[x] Magic Attic Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[x] American Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[ ] Island of the Blue Dolphins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[x] Saved By The Bell (I'm still waiting Mr. Morris)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[x] Full House (oh yeah uncle jesse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[x] Step By Step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[x] TGIF on ABC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[x] Sabrina, the Teenage Witch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[x] Boy Meets World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[x] Clueless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(as if, I want to be 5'10 like Cindy Crawford?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[x] Simpsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[x] Flipper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[x] Growing Pains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] Family Ties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] Titanic (yes I was in love with Leo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] Felix The cat: The Movie (loved)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] Jonathan Taylor Thomas (see above)(dare I say my first crush)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] Home Improvement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x]Tom and Huck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[ ] My Brother and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] Keenan and Kel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] Hanson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] Inspector Gadget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] Power Rangers (love)(yes love no mistake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] Hot Wheels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x] Creepy Crawlers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x] Easy Bake Oven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x] cha cha chia Flower Making Kits/Chia pets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x] Wild and Crazy Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x] Playdough McDonald's Sets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x] Animorphs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x] Rainbow Fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x] If You Give A Mouse A Cookie (you'll never get rid of him?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[ ] Bailey School Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[ ] Wayside School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[ ] Cam Jansen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[ ] Ramona Quimby(age8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[ ] Amber Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x] Allegra's Window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[ ] 3-2-1 Contact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x]baby ginger sporty scary and posh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x] The brave little toaster (love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x] Bananas In Pajamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x] One Saturday Morning on ABC (its actually still on...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x] Transformers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x] Transformers Beast Wars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x]Waynes World[ ] The dancing baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x] Nancy Drew novels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x] catdog (loved)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[ ] shamomo the cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[x]captain planet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[x] hi there, FACE here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[x] Doug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[ ] The Biker Mice From Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[x] Furbies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[x] Giga pets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[ ] Sam and Max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[x] You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[x] You watched the Pound Puppies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[x] You can sing the rap to the "Fresh Prince of Bel Air."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[x] You wore biker shorts under your skirts and felt stylish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[x] You yearned to be a member of the Baby-Sitters Club and tried to start a club of your own.[x] You owned those little Strawberry Shortcake pals scented dolls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[x] You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey on Blossom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[ ] Two words: M.C. Hammer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[x] If you ever watched "Fraggle Rock."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[x] You had plastic streamers on your handle bars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[x] You can sing the entire theme song to "Duck Tales."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[x] You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.[x] You wore a ponytail on the side of your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[ ] You saw the original "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" on the big screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[ ]You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[x] You played the game "MASH"(yeah so far nope it didn't end up that way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[ ] You wore a Jordache Jean jacket and you were proud of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[ ] L.A. Gear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[x] You wanted to change your name to "JEM" in Kindergarten. (still do I think I have a problem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[ ] You remember reading "Tales of a fourth grade nothing" and all the Ramona books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[x] You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[x]You wanted to be a Goonie. Truffle Shuffle! Boodie Trap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[x] You ever wore flourescent clothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[x] You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[x] You have pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.(awwh I wish I still had my thermos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[ ] You remember Hypercolor T-shirts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] Barbie and the Rockers was your favorite band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] You thought She-Ra and He-Man should hook up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged friendship bracelets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] You owned a pair of jelly sandals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] After you saw Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept saying "I know you are, but what am I?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[x] You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x]You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[ ] You ever got seriously injured on a Slip 'n' Slide. (slip 'n' bleed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x] You have ever played with a Skip-It.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x] You had or attended a birthday party at McDonald's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x]You've gone through this list occasionally saying "totally awesome."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[ ] You remember Popples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x] "Don't worry, be happy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x] You wore like, EIGHT pairs of socks over tights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x] You wore socks scrunched down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[x] "Miss MARY MACK MACK, all dressed in BLACK BLACK BACK" "With silver BUTTONS, BUTTONS, BUTTONS all down her BACK, BACK, BACK!"--she asked her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mother,mothe,mother,for fifty cents.cents,cents --haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x] You remember boom boxes vs. CD players.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x] You remember watching both "Gremlins" movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x]You knew what it meant to say "Care Bear Stare!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x] You remember watching Rainbow Brite and My Little ponies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x]You thought Doogie Howser was hot. (will i ever live this down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x] You remember Alf, the lil furry brown alien from Melmac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.[x] You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[x] You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By the Bell" (I'm going to hell I know I need help jk!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[ ] You know all the words to Bon Jovi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[ ]You played and or collected "Pogs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[x]You used to pretend that you could transform into a Power Ranger (once again I was a kid in the 90's everthing has a logical explanation)(Pink Ranger of course)(Kimberly)(taradactle)&lt;br /&gt;the 21st century sucked! we need to rock it old school in the 90's again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Those were the days... sigh... What the hell am I talking about I can freaking drive now and I have waaaaay better style. A few questions though Where's Family Matters and David and the gnomes? Rock on kids of the 90s born in the 80's of course)* Let's 86 this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I stole this from someone feel free to do with it as you please.)                                  XO~ Jem (that would soo rock ha jk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112226168311197881?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112226168311197881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112226168311197881' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112226168311197881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112226168311197881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-was-born-in-86-i-was-kid-in-90s-i.html' title='I was born in 86 I was a kid in the 90s I have an excuse...'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112215725165487625</id><published>2005-07-23T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T17:22:22.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/7029/320/ayame21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/7029/320/ayame21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If I were an Inuyasha character I would be Ayame!!! Sassy and Sweet (sometimes) and above all just as good as the boys (if not better). Kagome watch your back cause you've got nothing on me. ;) XO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112215725165487625?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112215725165487625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112215725165487625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112215725165487625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112215725165487625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/07/if-i-were-inuyasha-character-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112215002642216389</id><published>2005-07-23T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T15:20:26.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why doesn't anyone post anymore?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know I'm clearly boring the hell outta you people but you're on like atleast 30 seconds and that's 30 seconds in which you can tell me how to better my site. LOL! I comment on every site I go to. I'm doing my part haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah, so, anyways, I'm in a super, good, mood today, despite it being 105, yes 105, outside. That's in the shade ladies and gentlemen. Will it ever end? I don't know how much longer I can take the south. You think after 19 years someone would be used to it but, I'm not. blah. It wouldn't be so bad if there was something to do around here but there's not. There's a very small "nightlife" (and I use the term lightly) and no day life. Unless you consider Walmart FUN (I don't). If I lived at the lake I guess it would be better. Though I'd be sunburned all the time instead of the porcelain (I've never seen the sun) white I am pimping now. I don't tan we've been through this. It doesn't matter how hard I try, or will myself to be tan, it just doesn't happen. And frankly, I don't care. I have no problem being white. If I wanted to look like an orange during the summer I'd slap on some sunless tanning crap. Like OMG does it look natural does it look real? No, sadly no it doesn't. Stop kidding yourself. I'm a redhead I'm clearly not meant to be orange and neither are you ladies. You're the color God(who works for me but you know whoever you believe in is fine as well) made you. Stop trying to cover it up unnaturally :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So Clif is home for two weeks and I'm hoping to get to go see him when he goes to visit his parents in Rome next weekend. I haven't talked to him since his sister got married and I just want to hug him and tell him I love him. You know just in case. He's a good guy better than me I don't think I could go "over there"(as they say) willingly. Some people are meant to be heroes some people aren't I would much rather be a hero here than there anyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyways I hope everyone is enjoying their weekends and for God's sake someone comment even if it's a friendly Hello, I feel your pain, or FU, whatever, some form of intelligence.(now I'm just assuming there is some because, you know how to use a computer, and may be able to read)(the small words atleast, which is what I prefer, that means like, to use) See ya'll soon! XO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112215002642216389?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112215002642216389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112215002642216389' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112215002642216389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112215002642216389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-doesnt-anyone-post-anymore.html' title='Why doesn&apos;t anyone post anymore?'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112190670557941235</id><published>2005-07-20T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T19:45:05.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much going on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nothing going on really. I'm ready for the humidity to be over with and for fall to return. Along with college. I'm ready to be back in school thinking about taking some art classes this quarter since I never really have. I don't know if I should. I want to. I don't know. Anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We're going to see my future mother in law Saturday. Can't wait. Other than that nothing really to report except that it's been thundering, lighting and raining every afternoon so much so that I'm willing to bet it will rain tomorrow. I'm ready for hurricane season to be over and I welcome dryer days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I hope everyone is safe and well. XO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112190670557941235?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112190670557941235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112190670557941235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112190670557941235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112190670557941235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/07/not-much-going-on.html' title='Not much going on'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112173445399283539</id><published>2005-07-18T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T19:54:13.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/1024/cartoon%20elf%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/320/cartoon%20elf%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://punkybritt.blogspot.com/&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112173445399283539?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112173445399283539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112173445399283539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112173445399283539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112173445399283539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/07/httppunkybritt.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112173315462942734</id><published>2005-07-18T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T19:32:34.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/1024/wickette.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/320/wickette.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the Way this is my baby. Wickette the magnificent!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112173315462942734?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112173315462942734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112173315462942734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112173315462942734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112173315462942734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/07/by-way-this-is-my-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112173302594664385</id><published>2005-07-18T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T19:30:25.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Art...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes I now have Art on the all hail the queen of self inflicted drama website. My art, I know some&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;of them aren't like super amazing but they are mine and I love them so check them out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://punkybritt.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://punkybritt.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WOOOO. ~XO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112173302594664385?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112173302594664385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112173302594664385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112173302594664385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112173302594664385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/07/check-out-my-art.html' title='Check out my Art...'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112145520013996804</id><published>2005-07-15T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T14:28:56.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I apologize...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;for the lack of posting the past couple of days. I've been on the busy side&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.(I'm lying I have no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;excuse)&lt;/span&gt; Then again it's not like any of you are hanging on my every word. Good thing too I hate to disappoint people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I just got back from taking Joseph to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Atlanta&lt;/span&gt;. He has to have surgery on his shoulder in August. It sucks cause he's only 20 and already he has seriously injured himself at his job. A job he's only been working at since January. He's says he's going to quit after the surgery. He obviously can't now because the insurance is too good. He wants to go back to school or rather go to college which is good. That's where he needs to be, I'm not trying to down manual labor I mean someone has to do it but, I want better for him. He only started working there because people were telling him not to, and he hates to be told what to do. Which is a shitty reason I know but he's hard headed just like his dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The trip too &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Atlanta&lt;/span&gt; despite being stressful was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;freaking sweet&lt;/span&gt;. I love it so much. I drove over &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;100&lt;/span&gt; miles per hour. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GO ME!!!&lt;/span&gt; first time ever in my new car. I was going with traffic so you know it's all good, besides there was a cop right behind me when I was going 80 and he passed me so. I love it love, love, love. It's so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;refreshing&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so stressed out that it's soothing&lt;/span&gt; comes to mind. It's just hard to imagine that all these people can live in this one large city with these massive buildings. I'm mean we have nothing like even close to that here. They all operate so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;smoothly&lt;/span&gt; to be so congested. I mean they just flow. The culture and many, many different people there just &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blows my mind.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, I know, I'm a country girl and I don't get out of my small hometown much. Joseph and I stand out there because we're both so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;star struck &lt;/span&gt;and locals are like 'what's the hold up?' They don't appreciate it because they see it everyday, and they have more important things to do than stair at a huge building they see everyday. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(OR FISH!!!)&lt;&lt;/span&gt; I think it's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;spectacular.&lt;/span&gt; I encourage you if you've never been there go at some point in your life. I don't think you'll be disappointed. It has something for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyways I probably won't post again until Sunday if anyone actually reads this besides my family. I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all you guys. Have an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;safe&lt;/span&gt; weekend and&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; be good&lt;/span&gt;, or be good at what you're doing &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt; See ya soon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~XO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atlanta!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was the tall, beautiful, redhead dressed in light blue. I hope to visit again soon when I can relax and enjoy you. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ATL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112145520013996804?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112145520013996804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112145520013996804' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112145520013996804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112145520013996804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-apologize.html' title='I apologize...'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112112447303887633</id><published>2005-07-11T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T18:27:53.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/1024/hummer1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/320/hummer11.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have said it better myself. Thank you  www.freewayblogger.com for spreading the truth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112112447303887633?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112112447303887633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112112447303887633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112112447303887633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112112447303887633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-couldnt-have-said-it-better-myself_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112111575010624757</id><published>2005-07-11T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T02:17:31.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Lane...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah I was looking on my computer and found several letters from like five years ago. Letters from Jaime, Joseph and Shannon. The people that meant the most to me then. I couldn't help but get emotional because we are not as close as we once were. Joseph I see because he's my cousin. (but would we be friends if we weren't related, I would hope so) Shannon comes around when she wants something but never stays long enough to ask if you need help. And Jaime, Jaime the person who swore we would be friends threw thick and thin good times and bad, I haven't talked to in about a year. What happened to us? Why'd we all grow apart? Why do people you love with all your heart have to grow apart? I mean I know we all have our own lives but if we truly loved each other we should make time for each other right? I'm not saying it's their fault it's mine too. I could make myself more available to them, but Shannon and Jaime especially are busy with their own lives. Jaime's married with two kids one I haven't even seen and Shannon is divorced with two kids of her own. We've been through so much Jaime and I have known each other since we were born, we've gone to hell and back together (which I won't get into now) I just don't get it... Sigh... Whoever said Friends Forever clearly didn't warn me about the fine print.&lt;br /&gt;I also found a picture of someone else I haven't talked to in 3 years. Someone who was very important to me at one time. Someone I might have loved once. Yeah I may lie and say I don't think about you but the truth is I do from time to time. I have a way of self sabotaging myself and you're the living proof. Guess we'll never know... Anything... Really. And I've moved on. I still wish you all the best and all the love in the world if you're out there. I'm sorry for everything and I'm officially telling you I have let you go if we even were. Merry May has moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can fall from Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can fall from a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but the best way to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is in Love with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You know who you are. Thank you for everything. It is with a grateful heart I say Goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways everyone else out there have a good one and I hope you are enjoying life. See ya soon! XO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112111575010624757?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112111575010624757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112111575010624757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112111575010624757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112111575010624757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/07/memory-lane.html' title='Memory Lane...'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112104172349419950</id><published>2005-07-10T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T19:32:42.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5 snacks I enjoy: black olives, mushrooms, chex mix (the cheese kind), dill pickle chips, and banana popsicles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 songs I know all the words to: Echo by Trapt, Sleeping to dream about you by Jason Mraz, Nemo by Nightwish, Iris by Goo Goo Dolls and anything by Third Eye Blind. I know the words to so many songs it's hard to narrow it down to five. I want to know the words to 1 million songs before I die. It's on my 2 do list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5 reality television shows I watch: American Idol, The Real World, Fear Factor, Next(is that a reality show?) and Starting Over, yeah... um... That's more than anyone should watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 television shows I watch daily: daily...hmm... Family Guy, InuYasha, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy, and Ghost in the Shell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5 things I would do with 100 million:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1.Start my own Animation studio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. Start my own Record Label&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. Open a completely Animation College that doesn't cost an arm and a leg to attend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. Give all my family enough money to live comfortably the rest of their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. Buy 400 acres somewhere no one could find me. (and my 15 dawgs hahaha, and my one cat seriously... I only want 5 dogs... we've gone through this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 locations I would love to run away to: New Zealand, Ireland, Japan, Italy, France, Egypt, and Alaska. I know that's more than five what can I say there's lots of great places I've never been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5 people I would run away with: Orlando, Travis, Jason, Chris, Adam and maybe he that will remain nameless (you know who you are and that was MAYBE, currently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 things I like doing the most...Singing, Drawing, Writing, Reading, Dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5 things I would never wear...A thong(I prefer chappy panties thank you), anything leather, spandex (eww, it should be outlawed show me one person that looks good in it),6 inch heels (I'm tall enough), and a bikini in winter ha!!! (or ever! I prefer to leave it to the imagination and tankinis thanks, not like we have a beach here anyways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 recently seen movies I like...Garden State, House of Flying Daggers, All of the extended Lord of the Rings movies, Lost in Translation, and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5 famous people I'd like to meet: Orlando Bloom, Jason Mraz, Johnny Depp, Mandy Moore (I know sad but she was like one of my idols when I was a kid), and Zach Braff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 biggest joys of the moment....Being alive, being home, the ability to talk to many of my loved ones at any given moment of the day, breathing and being able to sing outloud anytime I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5 bad habits: I'm very sarcastic, I chew gum (and pens when I don't have any available), I pop my knuckles excessively, I have random thoughts and say them outloud before I think about them, and I bite my nails (not a lot just sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 favorite toys: my laptop, my car, my CD player and microphone, my DVD player, and boys lots and lots of boys muwhahaha ha!!! I'm kidding I can't think of a number five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112104172349419950?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112104172349419950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112104172349419950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112104172349419950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112104172349419950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/07/5-things.html' title='5 things...'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112096599652171968</id><published>2005-07-09T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T22:26:36.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;running on empty now for two days. I am sooo tired. It rained non-stop all day today. ALL DAY now normally I like rain but it was a bit much. So the affair at the lake is finally over and now I can relax. Three days in a row of constant outside time is fun but I am glad to be back home. I also have a nice tan now no that was I lie I don't tan I burn. I have a lovely red glow now :P What do I expect with no sunscreen and being a red head. I thought for once I might get a little tan but alas it's not to be. We went fishing last night it was awesome the lake at night is even better than the lake during the day. There was a bunch of people shooting fireworks I guess they didn't get the memo when it actually was July 4th. So it's better late than never. And I was just saying very recently we should shoot fireworks every weekend I guess they did get that memo. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Clif parents are down from Rome, GA they were supposed to go to FL but with the weather being what it is they stopped in Milledgeville. Clif has been moved to a new "fort" where they don't have as many computers and ways to get in touch with their families so they haven't heard from him in a week. You could tell his mom was a nervous wreck. I really can't blame her I would be too. All the family was forced to stay indoors because of the rain so we had some bonding time which is always (almost always) good. With the way things are going these days I value anytime I have with my family. I realize now more than I ever have that there may be a day when I'm not able to see them. I think we're closer than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That being said Joseph and I have once again decided we're are leaving milledgeville a.s.a.p. I love milledgeville don't get me wrong but it's like a black hole. You get trapped here even people who leave eventually get sucked back. I hate it here so much. It's a beautiful historic little town and I'm sure it's very pleasant to visit and tour. But I was born and raised here and I'm ready to leave. I have no clue where we're going but we're leaving soon. I mean of course I'll come back I have to several members of my family live here, and it might actually be nice to visit then. I just want to get away from this town where everyone knows everyone else's business. That's all this town is, it's a gossip town no one ever has anything nice to say about anyone. I want to go somewhere where no one gives a shit about you or your business (in a good way). I mean come on is my business so important that you have to talk about me or others? Whatever. Does your world revolve around me? No I didn't think so. I'm not like that I don't like to focus in on negative things and look for the bad in people. I'm not the kind of person who puts other people down like that. I don't care who's sleeping with who, who ran off, who's gay, who got a divorce. Come on people you can get that kind of shit on jerry Springer. Get a life. It makes me sick the way people treat other people hear. We're all humans. We all make mistakes why make people pay for it their whole life? Wonder why I'm not fond of many people especially here? There's your hint. People here are shallow and superficial and cruel and I'm glad I'm not one of them anymore cause there's more important shit to worry about. Look at the world outside your little comfort zone. Look around you, no one cares about you or your negativity. No one even knows your name outside of this town. Once again Get a Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yeah so, wow just got on my soap box, It's mostly because of my cousin Joseph. Some people here treat him like shit and I can't stand it. This town is sooo backwards. So set in their ways. I hate it. I hate it a lot especially for him. This town has a lot of growing up to do and they need to do it soon. So while milledgeville looks appealing in it's beautiful dressed up charming southern side it also has a cruel side reserved for the locals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hope you visit soon and if you already have come back and see us ya hear!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112096599652171968?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112096599652171968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112096599652171968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112096599652171968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112096599652171968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-have-been.html' title='I have been...'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112079149402583142</id><published>2005-07-07T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:58:14.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Want to know why I'm not a morning person...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;because bad, bad things happen in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112079149402583142?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112079149402583142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112079149402583142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112079149402583142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112079149402583142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/07/want-to-know-why-im-not-morning-person.html' title='Want to know why I&apos;m not a morning person...'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112079128059759660</id><published>2005-07-07T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:54:40.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FREAKIN AWESOME LAKE!!!(insert woo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yeah we went back to the lake today WOO (heather, Joseph and I) I love it love love love. We spent the entire day there. (not the entire, if you know me you'd know that was a lie I'm not a morning person) It was a blast. We got there and there are these nice steps into the ladder wich are good to use but get slippery (they're kinda under water) before I had a chance to warn heather she had fallen in. It was the funniest thing I have ever seen. As she was getting up I was like hey ugh watch that last step it gets kinda mucky and slippery. The look on her face was so funny. I was like I'll be quicker with that info next time. So Joseph came out there and they rode the jet ski Heather got thrown off like 20 million times. Some people just aren't meant to be lake people.&lt;br /&gt;So like after 5 hours of non-stop-lake action we were tired. (I'm only half awake right now actually) We ate like this huge meal with Mike, Anni, and some next door neighbors then went towards home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Where heather tells a story of how this past weekend she was in her mothers bed with a guy and called the wrong name. My jaw hit the floor. I mean I knew she was sleeping around she has been since she was 12 but I was shocked to hear it cause she's younger than me. So then Joseph goes into how he's had some great memories at the lake (wink wink nudge nudge) and I'm like God am I the only virgin that's a normal person left in Milledgeville??? Heather (who isn't even legal) says she's only slept with like 7 guys and Joseph's only "fooled around" with 2. But still I don't know I feel weird when they go into conversations like that cause I'm basically clueless. And they say "yeah that's right she's a virgin" like it's a bad thing. Can I help it if I can't just sleep with random guys? I want to be completely in love with my first guy and I want him to completely love me. Is there something so wrong with that? I mean I don't hate on them and talk down on them because they're not virgins, it honestly doesn't matter to me. Heather did say she regretted her first time (but not the others) I don't want to regret my first time. I've heard many of my friends say they regretted their first times. I'm not going to be like that. First off I don't regret 2nd I don't care what others around me say it's my body I'm waiting until I am damn good and ready to do something as big as that. I don't care that I'm a virgin I'm proud of it thank you very much. I'm only 19, right now at this moment I have all the time in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Everyone have a great Friday and a safe awesome weekend. XO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112079128059759660?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112079128059759660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112079128059759660' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112079128059759660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112079128059759660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/07/freakin-awesome-lakeinsert-woo.html' title='THE FREAKIN AWESOME LAKE!!!(insert woo)'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112076255460665662</id><published>2005-07-07T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T13:55:54.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally found a song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;that describes me and here it is ladies and gentlemen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We all know the girls that I am talking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well they are time bombs and they are ticking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And the only question’s when they’ll blow up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And they’ll blow up; we know that without a doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cause they’re those girls, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;yeah you know those girls that let their emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;get the best of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And I’ve contrived some sort of a plan to help my fellow man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Let’s get emotional girls to all wear mood rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So we’ll be tipped off to when they’re ticked off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cause we’ll know just what they’re thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cause what they’re thinking...She’s so pretty but she but doesn’t always act that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Her mood’s out swinging on the swing set almost every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She said to me that she’s so happy it’s depressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And all I said was "someone get that girl a mood ring"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If it’s drama you want then look no further&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They’re like the real world meets boy meets world meets days of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And it just kills me how they get away with murder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They’ll anger you then bat their eyes; those pretty eyes that watch you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sympathize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And I’ve contrived some sort of a plan to help my fellow man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Let’s get emotional girls to all wear mood rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So we’ll be tipped off to when they’re ticked off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cause we’ll know just what they’re thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cause what they’re thinking...She’s so pretty but she but doesn’t always act that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Her mood’s out swinging on the swing set almost every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She said to me that she’s so stressed out that it’s soothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And all I said was "someone get that girl a mood ring"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cause when it’s black (it) means watch your back because you’re probably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The last person in the world right now she wants to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And when it’s blue it means that you should call her up immediately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And ask her out because she’ll most likely agree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And when it’s green it simply means that she is really stressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And when it’s clear it means she’s completely emotionless (and that’s all right I must confess)We all know the girls that I am talking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She liked you wednesday but now it’s friday and she has to wash her hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And it just figures that we’ll never figure them out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;First she’s jekyll and then she’s hyde....at least she makes a lovely pair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mood ring oh mood ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh tell me will you bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The key to unlock this mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of girls and their emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Play it back in slow motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So I may understand the complex infrastructure known as the female mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[speaking:]Heh...that’s terrible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Mood Rings" by Relient K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Terrible but true. I know that's not exactly praising myself but atleast I'm honest and I do come with a warning label. I wear a mood ring :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112076255460665662?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112076255460665662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112076255460665662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112076255460665662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112076255460665662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-finally-found-song.html' title='I finally found a song...'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112060137682214997</id><published>2005-07-05T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T17:17:58.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I've talked about Clif on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this blog actually. Yesterday we went and got him lots of stuff to send him. (If you didn't read the other post, he's my cousin, he's in the middle east, the factory they were living in burned down and he and countless others are currently homeless) I was complaining about the heat yesterday when I realized who the hell am I to complain if I get too hot I can go to the comfort of my home and chill. Clif doesn't have that option. I don't care if it gets to be 110 here I'm not complaining about it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Clif lost everything he had so we're buying him the basics. It just makes me physically ill to know that he and countless others are over there homeless. I can't believe how long this BS has gone on. I'm so tired of hearing about it and thinking about it. I know I'm not the only one who is sick of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Before he left the family went up there to send him off and he had his dogtags on his left boot. When asked why he said sometimes that's all they find and he wants to be identified should something happen. He wants to come home. It doesn't get any more real than that. Yeah people die everyday I understand that but for Gods sake at least let them die in their homeland near their families. I would rather him die in a car accident here than fighting for something so pointless. I just don't get it. I know his mom, dad, sister and wife are dying everyday he's over there. Not to mention his sons. I know I'm not the only one out there who totally hates this feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's just no hallmark card that says "hey I'm sorry your in the middle east". I wonder why. There's just no words to express how our family and countless other families feel right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just pray he knows how much we love him. I want him home so bad not for me but for his wife, kids, father and especially his mother. If something happened to him I don't know what we'd do. I just want to know he's safe again. Sigh... This sucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112060137682214997?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112060137682214997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112060137682214997' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112060137682214997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112060137682214997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-ive-talked-about-clif-on.html' title='So, I&apos;ve talked about Clif on...'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112053414336882581</id><published>2005-07-04T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T22:29:03.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it about...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Fireworks that makes you feel like a kid? I got to see fireworks like three days in a row. You could see a million and you're still like oooh aaah. We went back to the lake last night. On our way there I almost killed us. We were driving over one of the many bridges over the lake and to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;my surprise I see beautiful purple and yellow and I instantly go into little kid mode. Taking my eyes off the road and looking towards the sky. Laughing and clapping then I realize I'm driving just in time to not kill us. So we make it to the lake and like 4 or 5 neighbors were shooting off&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;fireworks so we had the best view. Two little boys were shooting them off (with an adult) and you could hear them yell "he lit it run" it was the cutest thing. It was nice to be able to forget everything and feel like a kid even if it was only for an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I wish they could shoot off fireworks like every Saturday but, for some reason fireworks are illegal in Georgia. This is a law I really don't get. Because there were ass loads of people shooting them off. I guess they figure they can't arrest them all. I know the people across the lake from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;us had to have spent hundreds of dollars on the fireworks. And it's funny to me that they had to "smuggle" them in and are basically criminals because of a stupid law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I wish I could feel the way I feel when I see fireworks everyday of my life. I mean I'm only 19&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but sometimes I feel so old. I think I have an old soul because I hang out with people who are atleast 5 years older than me or more. I am always the youngest in every crowd I hang out with. I was the same way when I was a kid. I don't know why I just get along better with an older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;crowd. Sometimes I really want to let go and be a teenager I mean it is my last year being one. I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;can't believe I'll be 20 in January. It's so strange to think of myself as being 20. I hate this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;feeling of being stuck in the middle of wanting to be a kid and wanting to be an adult. I hope it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;passes soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well I'm rambling. I hope everyone enjoyed there holiday and got to feel like a kid for a while.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome back to the real life...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112053414336882581?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112053414336882581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112053414336882581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112053414336882581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112053414336882581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-is-it-about.html' title='What is it about...'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112035232860925029</id><published>2005-07-02T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T19:58:48.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We went to the...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lake last night. It's awesome. I don't know what it is but I feel like a different person around water. I love it. We stayed at my uncle's house cause he's away in good ole Kentucky. His house other than being sparsely decorated is awesome. I hope I can have a house much like it oneday. It originally was one story and has a huge kitchen and 3 enormous bedrooms then he added a three car garage and an upper story which is like a whole nother house. I mean our house could easily fit in his two times over. It's got lots of windows so the light is phenomenal. You instantly go into vacation mode when you walk threw the doors. So I'm going back Sunday cause they always do something huge for the forth.&lt;br /&gt;I finally suckered someone else into watching garden state so go me one more turned over to my side. Once again if you haven't seen it see it.&lt;br /&gt;I also finally saw white noise and I was semi impressed I must say I don't know whether it's because I believe in that stuff or that I really like Michael keaton. But it's the closest I've come to being scared in a very long time. It was only a little though. I guess because I was alone and it was dark. I love horror movies, and I don't get scared easily but there's a certain time at night when your mind starts playing tricks on you, and I'm always up at that time. I guess it's mr.gregory making his presence known or my overactive imagination.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th everyone be safe! XO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112035232860925029?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112035232860925029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112035232860925029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112035232860925029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112035232860925029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/07/we-went-to.html' title='We went to the...'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112034783333392415</id><published>2005-07-02T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T18:43:53.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/320/peter_sarsgaard3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/320/peter_sarsgaard3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime it rains when it's 103 outside it's cool with me. Hope everyone's enjoying the summer :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112034783333392415?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112034783333392415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112034783333392415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112034783333392415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112034783333392415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/07/anytime-it-rains-when-its-103-outside.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112018813466436100</id><published>2005-06-30T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T22:22:14.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More things to fill up space</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I am a college student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I am a cuddler. (sometimes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I am an okay dancer.(super okay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I am a morning person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I am a perfectionist. (slightly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I am a Republican.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I am allergic to something deadly.(does poison count)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I am an only child. (kinda, I have a half brother a half sister and 2 step sisters)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I am Catholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I am content as of this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I am currently in my pajamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I am currently pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I am currently single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I am embarrassed to be seen with my mother or father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I am currently suffering from a breaking heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I am okay at styling other people's hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[1/2] I am left handed. (I can write with both hands actually, I'm better with my right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I am married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I am online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I am procrastinating by filling out this list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I am resentful that I have to grow up.(sometimes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I am very shy around the opposite sex.(sometimes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I am, or was, pigeon-toed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I bite my nails.(sometimes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I can be paranoid at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I carry a weapon with me everywhere I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I collect picture frames.(what? Just the frames no pictures that seems lonely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I currently have a crush on someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I consider myself to be a 'nerd'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I currently regret something that I have done/am doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I curse frequently. (depends, really)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I do not believe people are inherently good or evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I don't hate anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I enjoy country music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I enjoy ...Jazz music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I enjoy smoothies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I have a ...Car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I have a mobile phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I have a hard time paying attention at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I have a hidden talent.(don't ask, it says hidden)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I have a hobby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I have a lot to learn.(and always will)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I have a pet.(a Pomeranian, and 2 cats)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal.(don't ask it says secret)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I have a tendency to fall for the "wrong" guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I have all my (real) grandparents, none of them have died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I have at least one brother and/or sister.(I already explained)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I have been in a threesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I have been rejected by someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I have been the "psycho ex" in a past relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I have been to another country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I have been to an anime convention.(yeah I like anime but that's a little much, not saying I never will though :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I have been to Europe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I have been to Las Vegas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I have been told that I am very smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x]I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I have broken a bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I have Caller I.D. on my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I have changed a diaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I have changed a lot over the past year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I have counted down the days until the summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] it was complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I have dated my best friend's ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I have done something illegal.(depends on what you mean by illegal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I have gone scuba diving/snorkeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I have had major/minor surgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I have had my hair cut within the last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I have had sex with someone I was not in a relationship with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I have had the cops called on me. (If you don't already know don't ask)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I have made a move on a friend's significant other in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I have mood swings.(on my Raven/Mandy days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I have passed out drunk at least once in the past 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x]I have rejected someone before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I have seen The Lord of the Rings trilogy.(many, many times, I'm addicted)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I have seen the television show The O.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I have swam in the ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I have tried a drug that is illegal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I have tried sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I have watched Sex and the City.(slightly overrated in my opinion, Dead Like me is where it's at)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I have watched the television show Spongebob Squarepants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I know how to shoot a gun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I like being the center of attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I like eating Ramen noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I like my handwriting.(very much)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I like Shakespeare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I like the taste of blood.(what?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I like to cook.(love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I like to sing.(love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I like to vacuum.(what?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I love learning foreign languages.(would love to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I love Michael Jackson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I love my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I love olives.(only black)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I love rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I love sleeping.(I'm sleeping right now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I love to play computer games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I love to shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I miss someone right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I own 100 CDs or more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I own a home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I own and use a library card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I play a musical instrument.(3 go me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I practice a religion that is not considered mainstream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I read books for pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I shave my legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I sleep a lot during the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I strongly dislike math.(hate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I think Britney Spears is pretty.([x] I think britney spears is extremely overrated)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I think long strings of html code look cool.(what?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I think that Pizza Hut makes the best pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I think the world would be a better place if people just smiled more often.(sure I'll go for the candy coated readers digest version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I was born in a country other than the USA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I watch more TV this year than last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I watch soap operas on a regular basis.(not that regular, I know some names)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I wear contact lenses.(for color)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I will try anything once.(twice if I like it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I work at a job that I enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I would classify myself as ghetto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[1/2] I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.(I like those odds a little better)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I like orange kool aid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I can name all 7 of the dwarfs from 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] like being at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I always love wearing sweaters.(always is an awfully long time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I love water polo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I am currently wearing socks.(I rarely wear socks, I'm a flip flop girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I am being nostalgic right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] I hate summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I am tired.(of?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] I love to paint/draw/sketch/sculpt (love, love, love)&lt;br /&gt;I have....(interrogate much?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] been drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] smoked pot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] done ecstasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] done coke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] done crack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] done heroin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] done opium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] done PCP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] done LSD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] done CCC's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] done prescription narcotics for recreational purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] huffed air-duster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] been to a rave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] been to a real party. (at least 30 people and at least 4 types of drugs there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] kissed someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] ridden in a taxi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] jumped a ramp with a bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] been dumped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] been used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] shoplifted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[1/2] ran from the cops. (I would if I thought I could get away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] been in a room of your school that you could get suspended for being in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] been fired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] been kicked out of a movie theater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] snuck into a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] been in a fist fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] got hit by a car.(what?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] fired a real gun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] snuck out of your parent's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] been arrested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] gone in a mosh pit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] stolen something from your school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] celebrated new years in times square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] gone on a blind date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] lied to a friend.(white lied)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] had a crush on a teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] celebrated Mardi-gras in new Orleans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] been to Europe.(didn't we already ask this?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] skipped school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] thrown up from drinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] played 'clue'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] had a sleepover party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] gone ice skating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] been cheated on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] had your tonsils out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] been exposed to laughing gas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] had a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] driven a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] Totaled a car.&lt;br /&gt;Do you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] feel loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] feel lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] feel happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] hate yourself.(sometimes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] have a dog.(wickette)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] have your own room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] sing along with your music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] dance around the house in your underwear.(sometimes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] listen to Hawaiian Music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] listen to underground hip hop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] listen to rap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] listen to classic rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] listen to new rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] listen to country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] listen to reggae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] listen to techno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] listen to hardcore punk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] listen to pop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] listen to r&amp;amp;b.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] listen to jazz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] listen to crooners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] listen to bands that can't be put into a category.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] have hobbies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] skateboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] do aggressive inline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] snowboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] ski.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[1/2] surf.(I want to learn to surf does that count)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] skim board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] have more than 1 best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] get good grades.(unlike some people)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] play an instrument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] have slippers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] wear boxers(over panties and?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] wear black eyeliner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] like the color blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] like the color pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] like the color red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] like the color green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] like the color black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] like the color purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] like the color yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] like neon colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] like to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] like to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] have long hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] have medium hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] have short hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x]have a laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] have a pager.&lt;br /&gt;Are you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] Hawaiian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] blonde(not this week)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] a brunette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] a redhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] a darkhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] Samoan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] Filipino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] Korean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] British.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] Italian (I was adopted by an Italian when I was 8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] Irish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] Inuit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] Mexican.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] Asian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] a Christian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] a Muslim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] a Jew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] a Hindu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] a mormon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] a scientologist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] an atheist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] satanist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] just right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] realistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] an emo kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] talking to someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] IMing someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] scared to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] buzzed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] caffeinated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] thirsty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] in your room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] drinking something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[] eating something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] ticklish.(extremely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[x] listening to music (always)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112018813466436100?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112018813466436100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112018813466436100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112018813466436100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112018813466436100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/06/more-things-to-fill-up-space.html' title='More things to fill up space'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112009438004153615</id><published>2005-06-29T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:19:40.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I like or more importantly what I don't like!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dresses like a pimp: OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dresses like a grandpa: OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dresses like a prep: ON (in moderation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dresses in all black: OFF (a little black in the right places is okay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dresses like a punk: ON&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(in moderation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wears hats: ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;doesn't care what he wears: ON (as long as you can go out in public in it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;has a style all his own: Bigtime ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sings: super ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dances: ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;plays a musical instrument: super ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;has an accent: super ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;is shorter than you: depends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;is taller than you: ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;has straight teeth: ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;has a mustache: OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;has a goatee: ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;has a unibrow: OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wears braces: Don't matter as long as they're the invisible kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;has chapped lips: OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;has green eyes: ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;has blue eyes: ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;has brown eyes: ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;has long hair: Depends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;has short hair: ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;has no hair: ON (if you look like Vin Diesel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;drinks alcohol: Doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;smokes cigarettes: OFF (unless it's only socially)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;smokes pot: OFF (drugs of any kind maybe your thing but I'll pass)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wears glasses: Doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;has blonde hair: ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;has brown hair: ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;has black hair: Depends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;has red hair: Depends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;is tan: doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;works out: doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;smiles more than not: ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;calls you just to say HI: ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;smacks your butt: Um, depends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;compliments you: ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wears jewelry: Depends (on what you mean by jewelry, like earrings and your standard stuff fine but no huge gold pimp chains)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;has bigger feet than you: of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;has smaller feet than you: strange but I'm going to have to say OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wears cologne: ON (in moderation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;smiles: ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wants to get married: ON (someday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wants to be a dad: ON (someday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;has a long torso: Um ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;is a virgin: Hmm... Doesn't matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;is "easy": OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;likes rock: ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;likes pop: depends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;likes rap: depends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;likes country: depends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;likes cartoons: ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;likes movies: ON (if they're kick ass movies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;can make you laugh: super ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;can make you cry: Is it a good cry or a bad one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;likes skittles: sure why not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cooks: super ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cleans: ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;is clean: Obviously ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112009438004153615?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112009438004153615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112009438004153615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112009438004153615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112009438004153615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-i-like-or-more-importantly-what-i.html' title='What I like or more importantly what I don&apos;t like!'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-112000283338530934</id><published>2005-06-28T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T18:58:35.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple eye doctor, or all knowing, all seeing, eye doctor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So I went for my eye check up today and big surprise my eyes are no different I'm still only slightly far sighted. This make me appreciate my excellent sight because my mother is basically blind. She had to get bifocals contacts today. I feel bad for her because she can't see and hasn't been able to since she was a little girl. Apparently I got my father's eyesight so thanks for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Anyways I was talking to the doctor and he was like "Ah you've started college since the last time I saw you what classes are you taking?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I said I'm just trying to get my core out of the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;He's like "what's your major?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm like,"I dunno it's only my third quarter, I don't have anything set in stone. I know I like art and English."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;he's like, "well what do you want to be when you grow up?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm like,"I don't know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;He's like,"well what don't you want to be?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;To which I replied I don't want to be a math teacher because I suck at math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This is where the conversation starts to sound strangely familiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;he says,"do you want to work outdoors or indoors?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I say both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;He says,"do you want to make a lot of money or a little money?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I say,"a lot...Well enough to live very comfortably."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;he pauses for a moment thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"you said you like art and want to work outdoors and indoors and want to make a lot of money, you should consider being an architect."he says smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"wow, doc,"I say,"I only came in for an eye exam and you've mapped out my future."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;He laughs and replies,"well your eyes are fine, and you have a bright future, I hope your career works out for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I can't help but laugh because of how this convo went. He spends all day examining peoples eyes and saying number one or number two he's constantly giving them options of which is better. I think he's been doing it so long it sneaks in everyday conversation. But still I like to know what my options are and he put them all into perspective today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Everytime I go to the eye doctor I have to do everything I can to not burst out into laughter. I mean there's a guy with a little light shining it into your eyes, invading your personal space. And I'm giggling inside thinking oh man I should just scream and freak him out. It's so funny the way he looks at your eyes though it's like a moth all in your face like can you see me can you see me. Yes, yes, I can't see you it's hard not to see bright light in your eye held up by a 6 foot something man. He just hovers I don't know how to explain it but if I'm ever in need of a good laugh I know where to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I didn't realize until recently that little things like that can make me smile and laugh the entire day. I know I know I'm weird. But I can see great and I have a bright future which is more than I could say a few years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-112000283338530934?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/112000283338530934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=112000283338530934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112000283338530934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/112000283338530934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/06/simple-eye-doctor-or-all-knowing-all.html' title='Simple eye doctor, or all knowing, all seeing, eye doctor?'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-111992581262747785</id><published>2005-06-27T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T21:30:12.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Clif</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm almost to 100 people that have visited my site. That makes me smile alittle because I know only about 20 are me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah, I'm in a strangely good mood today and I'm guessing it's all the caffeine because it's alittle out of character. Not that I'm down all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;On and different note my cousin is currently in the middle east serving the armed forces and his "home away from home" burned to the ground leaving several troops homeless. He said they were all living in an old chicken factory and that they lost everything. Seems it was only a electrical fire thank goodness. So my thoughts and love are out to you cuz. I miss you and pray you return home safely and soon. God knows there's no reason for you to be there and not home with us. Your family is all here for you and we love you so much. Please be Safe Clif.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's sad because this is a very common story. He has a beautiful wife at home and 3 kids all of which are just kids. His youngest is still a baby and his oldest isn't even a teen. I could say something like why him, why does he have to be over there but that would be completely selfish because there are many so many men and women over there that share the same story. So really my thoughts and prayers are still with them in hopes that they will return as soon as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's still very surreal I know you hear people say all the time I never thought something like this would happen during my time those words didn't become real for me until someone I'm close got involved. I tried to keep these matters out of my mind and think about anything but, but now it's different now you think was the last time I saw him going to be the last, will I ever hear his laugh again? Did I take our time for granted? Does he know how much we love him? I'm not going to go all political and talk about something everyone else in the world is talking about but I do want to say that this whole thing blows and I wish we could all just get back to our "normal lives." Hasn't this gone on long enough? When will enough be enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-111992581262747785?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/111992581262747785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=111992581262747785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111992581262747785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111992581262747785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/06/dedicated-to-clif.html' title='Dedicated to Clif'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-111966072544980605</id><published>2005-06-24T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:52:05.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm updating when I don't have...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;anything to say how pathetic is that? I've been like scanning threw some of these blogs and some peoples are pretty awesome. I know mine is totally... boring. I'm bored looking at it. Well, it does have it's awesome parts (meaning Ryan and Jason) I think I'm really going to start focusing on the sister site because I can speak my mind on it more. This one is exactly like the title says so I guess it's living up to it's name. Check out All Hail the Queen of Self Inflicted Drama on my profile if you want to know how I really feel... XO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-111966072544980605?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/111966072544980605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=111966072544980605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111966072544980605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111966072544980605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-im-updating-when-i-dont-have.html' title='So I&apos;m updating when I don&apos;t have...'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-111954833348221176</id><published>2005-06-23T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T12:38:53.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For those of you who don't know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just started college. I'm soon to be on my third quarter and I still have no real clue what I want to be 'when I grow up.' I know that I really enjoy English, writing mostly. I think it would be cool to be a journalist but with today's news being what it is, I don't think I would enjoy it. I thought it might be awesome to write for a magazine. I mean I don't think I'll ever get tired of writing I do it constantly. It's like if I go one day without writing something down my health is in jeopardy. I'm addicted to writing. I can think of worse things, I suppose. I also think it would be awesome to be a writer for some T.V. show, or to write screen plays. I don't know I hope I find out soon.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm also a pretty decent artist. Not to brag or be on the vain side, but I come from a very artistic family so of course I got some of the talent. I've been getting in trouble for drawing all over my school work since I was a kid. I remember I would always finish test early, when I was in elementary school, and I would draw like on everything I could. I also picked up painting in middle school, which is something I don't see going anywhere, but it's something I enjoy. It's a stress release thing. So I was thinking, it would be cool to draw my own cartoon, and write the script for it, and maybe have a role in it. I would be like a triple threat. That would be so cool.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to open my own animation studio one day I just know it. Yeah, that would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Can someone who loves me please win the lottery so I can go to a different college. I clearly need to be in an art college. Maybe I'll get lucky and get a scholarship. Until then I've got nearly 2 more years at the college I'm currently at. Atleast I'm in college I guess. I didn't think I would be a few years ago so I guess it's a start. But one day, one day I tell ya, I am leaving this black hole town forever and never looking back. Never, never. Yeah, I hate it here.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways everyone have a great day, week, weekend, whatever. I feel a writer fever coming on so be prepared for more post than usual. Be good, or be good at whatever it is you're doing. XO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-111954833348221176?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/111954833348221176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=111954833348221176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111954833348221176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111954833348221176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/06/for-those-of-you-who-dont-know.html' title='For those of you who don&apos;t know...'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-111954717186745248</id><published>2005-06-23T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T12:19:31.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So yeah I'm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;going to hang out with the two coolest 70+ year olds I know. I just thought it would be nice to tell how my grandparents met since I recently found out. It's shweet.&lt;br /&gt;So they were at this Halloween town get together. Our town wasn't very big during this time I'm imagine. My grandmother was like 15 then and she was there. And my grandpa who is a little older was there. Well Nanny was getting on to a hay ride, you know one of those that's like horse drawn ones that had a buggy thing full of hay. So she climbing up onto it and the horse moves and she falls back, and who catches her? It's my grandpa. This basically starts their relationship. I just think that is the sweetest thing.&lt;br /&gt;They eventually did get married, they have 7 children together and countless grand children. They've been married around 55 years now. They've had their good times and their bad but they stuck together. I personally believe they are more in love now than they were then. I hope I have something like that oneday. I'm not saying they're perfect but who is? Yes, they have their occasional spat but, they're still going strong. And I look up to them for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-111954717186745248?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/111954717186745248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=111954717186745248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111954717186745248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111954717186745248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-yeah-im.html' title='So yeah I&apos;m...'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-111932468299292171</id><published>2005-06-20T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T22:31:23.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This reminds me of you just so you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;BRIGHT EYES LYRICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"First Day Of My Life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This is the first day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I swear I was born right in the doorway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I went out in the rain suddenly everything changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;They're spreading blankets on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yours is the first face that I saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I think I was blind before I met you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Now I don’t know where I am I don’t know where I’ve been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But I know where I want to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And so I thought I’d let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;That these things take forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I especially am slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But I realize that I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; And I wondered if I could come home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Remember the time you drove all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Just to meet me in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And I thought it was strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; you said everything changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You felt as if you had just woke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; And you said “this is the first day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But now I don’t care I could go anywhere with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And I’d probably be happy”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So if you want to be with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;With these things there’s no telling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;We just have to wait and see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But I’d rather be working for a paycheck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then waiting to win the lottery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Besides maybe this time is different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I mean I really think you like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-111932468299292171?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/111932468299292171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=111932468299292171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111932468299292171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111932468299292171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-reminds-me-of-you-just-so-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-111922504187591700</id><published>2005-06-19T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T18:52:04.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Momma's 50th birthday party...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So, yeah last night was my mom's big 50th birthday party. We've spent the past two days decorating and making food and it's good that's it's finally over. It was pretty awesome. I spent most of the night talking to my "future parents in law." Yeah, I used to have this huge crush on one of my mothers best friends son.(what teenage girl hasn't?) I mean, I was in love with him when I was a little girl. I've known him all my life. My mom and I always said oneday he and I would get married. He's a little bit older than me. He's my ex adopted step sisters age (that's another story), and we used to take him home when they were in highschool together. I tell you what he's still hott, even though he has long hair now and he's buffed up a bit. I told his mother and father to tell my husband I said hey, and that he should stop by with them next time ;) I know where he works now so I think I might drop in and do the stalker thing. I also know he's single.(go me!) He'll be going to the same college as me coming this fall as well so, ooh la la who knows. Yeah I'm kidding, I could never go out with him I liked him way too much, and he hasn't seen me since I was like in middle school so, that would be way to weird. I mean it would be like finally getting something I've adored for years. I dunno but, I do think he would be impressed with how much I've changed in the past, I don't know, I guess it's been 5 years, atleast. I've grown up so much, and let's face it I look a hell of a lot better if I do say so myself but, then again so does he :P&lt;br /&gt;So the party was pretty sweet for a bunch of people that were older than me and several that were drinking. I did find out my Uncle Mike secretly married his fiance' Anni. Which came as a big shock, not only to me but, several family members that were there. I'm delighted cause Anni is awesome. She's from China, and she moved to California several years ago. Then she moved to Georgia about 2 or 3 years ago and they've been dating ever since. She's the greatest. She didn't speak any english when she got here and now she speaks better english than a lot of people I know. So Anni I would just like to say Welcome to our family!!! I'm glad to be able to finally call you my Aunt :)&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from the party will be up soon. Well, that's all for now stay tuned to the sister site for less happy go lucky news.&lt;br /&gt;See ya soon!!! XO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-111922504187591700?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/111922504187591700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=111922504187591700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111922504187591700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111922504187591700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-mommas-50th-birthday-party.html' title='My Momma&apos;s 50th birthday party...'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-111899056589805191</id><published>2005-06-17T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T01:42:45.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a totally random question...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When we hang up do you instantly wish we were still talking? Just Curious.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Have a great weekend. Be safe. XO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-111899056589805191?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/111899056589805191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=111899056589805191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111899056589805191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111899056589805191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/06/not-totally-random-question.html' title='Not a totally random question...'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-111898583563713958</id><published>2005-06-16T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T00:23:55.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling much much better :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yeah, so, I'm feeling on the better side of bad. The cold's not so bad after much medication and laying around doing nothing. :)&lt;br /&gt;The weather today was perfect it was 90 and sunny and beautiful. I finally got my a$$ out of the house. It was wonderful. I was tempted to just drive all day but, then I realized I really didn't have anywhere to go.&lt;br /&gt;So, just some random things of the day...&lt;br /&gt;1. If you haven't seen the movie Garden State, you should most definitely watch it. It's the best movie I've seen in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you haven't checked out the Tonight Not Again Jason Mraz Live album, you should before his new album, Mr. A-Z, comes out. This guy is the most original sounding guy ever. He's awesome. He's currently my favorite singer out there.&lt;br /&gt;3. The Phantom in the Phantom of the Opera really got the shitty end of the deal. Love the movie, hate Christine and Raoul. Yeah, they were childhood sweet hearts but come on, The Phantom wrote Christine an opera and made her a star. The Phantom is my pick any day.&lt;br /&gt;4. You suck the mostest. Booyah.&lt;br /&gt;5. I hope you're watching AdultSwim. You don't need a reason just watch it.&lt;br /&gt;6. Amy Brown is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;7. InuYasha is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;8. My current favorite bands/singers are The Killers, Gavin Degraw, Jason Mraz, Keane, Maroon 5, and the always talented Linkin Park.&lt;br /&gt;9. The Last Unicorn is my all time favorite animated movie.&lt;br /&gt;10. My favorite younger generation of actors include Heath Ledger, Orlando Bloom, and Shane West. There are more and I realize two of them have accents.&lt;br /&gt;11. I love accents. Love, Love, Love!!!&lt;br /&gt;12. I love to laugh. :P That doesn't mean it's easy to make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;13. You really, really need to stop sucking so bad.&lt;br /&gt;14. I have a dog named Wickette and a cat named Shippo.&lt;br /&gt;15. I want to be on a soap opera oneday.&lt;br /&gt;This concludes our random things of the day. Tune in tomorrow when I'll try to bore you guys some more. See ya soon. XO!!!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You still suck more than I do. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-111898583563713958?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/111898583563713958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=111898583563713958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111898583563713958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111898583563713958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/06/feeling-much-much-better.html' title='Feeling much much better :)'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-111890588736645350</id><published>2005-06-16T02:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T02:11:27.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't mean to pimp my mom but, Craig, if you're out there my mom stays up late just to watch you. She thinks you're the greatest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/320/craig.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/320/craig.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-111890588736645350?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/111890588736645350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=111890588736645350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111890588736645350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111890588736645350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-dont-mean-to-pimp-my-mom-but-craig.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-111890570722269528</id><published>2005-06-16T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T02:08:27.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 50TH BIRTHDAY TO MY BEAUTIFUL MOMMA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know if you thought you would make it to 50 when you were my age but you have. You look 10 times better than any 50 year old that I know. So, while we're on the subject this is for the MEN out there. My mom is like the hottest mom ever and even better than that she's also single. That's right she's currently SINGLE. So GENTLEMEN, if there are any left out there, and you're looking for a LOVELY SOUTHERN LADY, I have the one for you. If you're anything like Craig Ferguson even better. She loves a guy that can make her laugh. So please men if anyone's listening don't miss this amazing opportunity she won't be SINGLE long.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-111890570722269528?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/111890570722269528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=111890570722269528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111890570722269528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111890570722269528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-50th-birthday-to-my-beautiful.html' title='HAPPY 50TH BIRTHDAY TO MY BEAUTIFUL MOMMA!!!'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-111890289240073814</id><published>2005-06-16T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T12:10:55.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The more I talk to you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the more I love you. Don't let it go to your head. I'm just saying you're not so bad. (Currently, so watch it mister :P). I'm sorry I'm so guarded but, I love you the best way I know how. One day I'll be different and when I am, you're the first person I'll think of. Until then, know I love you as much as I can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#ff6666;" &gt;Thanks for sticking with me for so long. I hope this will end up in your favor. You really are the best friend I've always needed, and if anyone can break down my walls, my bets are on you. Give me time, and we'll see.(I know you've given me so much time already and I thank you for that.) I don't mean to be mushy that's usually your area but I'm glad I met you. (Even if you are an ass who can't say shweet for swhit.) Don't get your hopes up I'm just saying you maybe growing on me. This much... See ya soon. XO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-111890289240073814?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/111890289240073814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=111890289240073814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111890289240073814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111890289240073814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/06/more-i-talk-to-you.html' title='The more I talk to you...'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-111889938123862677</id><published>2005-06-16T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T00:23:01.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And the Cutest one of all Number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/320/pembroke-welsh-corgi-0044.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/320/pembroke-welsh-corgi-0044.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-111889938123862677?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/111889938123862677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=111889938123862677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111889938123862677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111889938123862677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-cutest-one-of-all-number-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-111889934349029989</id><published>2005-06-16T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T00:22:23.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Number 2 Awwe how shweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/320/old-english-sheepdog-0001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/320/old-english-sheepdog-0001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-111889934349029989?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/111889934349029989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=111889934349029989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111889934349029989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111889934349029989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/06/number-2-awwe-how-shweet.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-111889928090072102</id><published>2005-06-16T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T00:21:20.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Number 3 Blue Heeler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/320/australian-cattle-dog-0045.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/320/australian-cattle-dog-0045.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-111889928090072102?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/111889928090072102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=111889928090072102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111889928090072102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111889928090072102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/06/number-3-blue-heeler.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-111889921767752959</id><published>2005-06-16T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T00:20:17.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Number 4  the foxy Shiba Inu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/320/untitled.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/320/untitled.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-111889921767752959?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/111889921767752959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=111889921767752959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111889921767752959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111889921767752959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/06/number-4-foxy-shiba-inu.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-111889550278549517</id><published>2005-06-15T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T23:18:22.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Come on, you know you want me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/320/ein09.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/320/ein09.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-111889550278549517?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/111889550278549517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=111889550278549517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111889550278549517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111889550278549517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/06/come-on-you-know-you-want-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-111889420331222268</id><published>2005-06-15T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T22:56:43.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why listen to Jason Mraz? Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/320/jason.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/320/jason.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-111889420331222268?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/111889420331222268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=111889420331222268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111889420331222268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111889420331222268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-listen-to-jason-mraz-why-notposted.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-111888965538692279</id><published>2005-06-15T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T21:40:55.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got nothing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah so I have a cold. Full blown cold. I hate the sound of my voice at the moment. There's nothing going on. Nothing interesting happened today but such is life when you live in a small town. No one's listening or hanging on for my next post anyways so I guess it really doesn't matter. I just didn't want to get out of the habit of updating. So, have a good one. See ya soon. XO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-111888965538692279?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/111888965538692279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=111888965538692279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111888965538692279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111888965538692279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-got-nothing.html' title='I got nothing...'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-111879221881584318</id><published>2005-06-14T18:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T18:36:58.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is comic relief so bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/50/blade3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/320/blade3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-111879221881584318?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/111879221881584318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=111879221881584318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111879221881584318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111879221881584318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/06/is-comic-relief-so-badposted-by-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-111879216322393946</id><published>2005-06-14T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T18:36:03.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think not :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/50/blade050.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/124/6265/320/blade050.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-111879216322393946?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/111879216322393946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=111879216322393946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111879216322393946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111879216322393946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-think-not-pposted-by-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-111878939777266497</id><published>2005-06-14T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T17:49:57.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah are any of these really important enough to have a title?</title><content type='html'>No, no, I think not. I just wanted to introduce my sister site it's on the profile. Yes, I am addicted. I don't know how it happened but I'll admit I have a problem. It's not totally time consuming at this point but I like to write so much that I think it could be.&lt;br /&gt;Sew, yeah I have another freaking blog. I do warn you though in posts to come it may not be the nicest. And if you're related to me, you might want to steer clear. Don't get me wrong I love most of my family but some of you are stuck up f**kards and I can't believe I'm related to you. :P see ya soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-111878939777266497?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/111878939777266497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=111878939777266497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111878939777266497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111878939777266497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/06/blah-blah-are-any-of-these-really.html' title='Blah Blah are any of these really important enough to have a title?'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505637.post-111872321037135645</id><published>2005-06-13T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T01:15:11.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I apologize, when I'm wrong, I'm wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So, yeah what I said about my father in my last post wasn't right. I don't want my father dead. I just wish he would grow up. I mean he's already helped ruin 2 of his children's lives. Well, I wouldn't say my life is "ruined" but it's definitely not the most ideal. He has another daughter (not by my mom, I'm technically an only child. I have a half brother, Michael, that'll be 35 in July. A half sister, Shelby, who would have been 14, had she not passed away. And my youngest half sister Emily who is 10. My father is 50, just to give you a little more background.) his other daughter is still a kid and she's going through the exact same thing I did at her age. I hate it. I don't want her to have trust issues like I have. Sigh... I hate it for her, so much. She doesn't deserve to have to feel how I felt. I guess I get all crazy and down about it around this time of year, what with father's day and all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I understand my father never really had much of a childhood but he's had the past 35 years it's time to take responsibility for everything and move on. I truly hope my father my brother my sister and I can have some kind of relationship before it's too late. My father's not in the best condition (he was a major drug addict as I've said, he's paying for it now) I just pray it's not too late for him. I don't want to hate my father the rest of my life. If he doesn't change I really need to find a way to let it go. I don't want to take this anger to my grave but I don't know how to forgive him. He doesn't deserve to die alone but does he deserve my forgiveness. If he'd only ask it of me I know I would give it to him. I'm not one to hold grudges but this is a lifetime of hurt I deal with on a daily basis. How does someone get past the past?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505637-111872321037135645?l=pixiebrixx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/feeds/111872321037135645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505637&amp;postID=111872321037135645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111872321037135645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505637/posts/default/111872321037135645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiebrixx.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-apologize-when-im-wrong-im-wrong.html' title='I apologize, when I&apos;m wrong, I&apos;m wrong.'/><author><name>Brixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04751156789426127213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-106.vo.llnwd.net/00258/60/15/258525106_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
