<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789742</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:58:13.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flesh Parade </title><subtitle type='html'>It's not that I am fucked up...it's just that fucked up shit happens to me. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fleshparade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshparade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Faechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04055994384103180285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789742.post-110022078513776959</id><published>2004-11-11T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T16:53:05.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't made any entries recently. No time. This is all I have to say at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v298/faychild/dumb.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup...four more years , we are soo screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789742-110022078513776959?l=fleshparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/110022078513776959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/110022078513776959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshparade.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110022078513776959' title=''/><author><name>Faechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04055994384103180285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789742.post-109703536611200991</id><published>2004-10-05T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T21:05:08.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v298/faychild/Picture76.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's that time again. I would like to say good bye to all of the people I have met here in Tampa. In Two months time I will be leaving the country. I had planned on going earlier, but as it turns out I have a lot more loose ends than I had originally realised. This time I am going to tie them up before I move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on keeping this journal up so I can bore you all with my zaney misadventures from Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I have to settle things with my family something I have been needing to do... for as long as I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost regret that I never allowed any of you to know me,as a number of you were more than worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Heather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789742-109703536611200991?l=fleshparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/109703536611200991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/109703536611200991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshparade.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109703536611200991' title=''/><author><name>Faechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04055994384103180285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789742.post-109487094279253017</id><published>2004-09-10T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T19:49:02.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cries for help are rarely heard....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v298/faychild/Picture24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am dying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789742-109487094279253017?l=fleshparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/109487094279253017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/109487094279253017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshparade.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109487094279253017' title=''/><author><name>Faechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04055994384103180285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789742.post-109422290327732565</id><published>2004-09-03T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T18:02:22.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The origin of maddness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v298/faychild/Picture38.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is my second attempt at this entry. Originally I opened it with a paragraph that argued that the emotional plight suffered by my generation and the one before us was spoon fed to us by our parents. After reading it I realized that my initial view on the topic was shortsighted,so I scrapped it and now I am starting it again. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially what led me to this subject was the topic of american pop culture and it's effect on the status quo. Take the 1950's series "Lassie". Lassie provides us with a family model that helped to shape and mold what we as a culture deem as the wholesom american family. Sure some of the content itself is dated but the sentiment behind the series still remains as one of the key ingredients of the normal american family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you where to move the Miller's into this millennium would their morals be enough to make them the happy and loving family that they where then portrayed as. I would have to answer with a resounding no. I find it hard to believe that they would have even been happy in the 1950's. What 1950's television taught us was to repress our emotions,and to blindly cling to the notion that good ol fashion family values would get us through all of life's trials. This,I think, is the key to emotional instability in modern america.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We strive so hard to attain what we have been bred to believe is stability. this leaves us frusterated and unsatisfied. How many people do YOU know that are what popular american ideals would consider happy? Me? I don't know one. I see a font of mental illness all around me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't name one person that I know that doesn't have at least one major behavioral issue (myself included).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not believe it was any one generation that caused the epidemic of mental illness in america (or the human race for that matter). If you look at literature and art, you will find that pavlonian behavior is timeless. Look at the works of Sylvia Plath. The same model that portrayed the Millers as a happy and well adjusted family proved to be a prison and a noose to Plath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to start with a little psychoanalytical theory to adequately explain my personal views on mental illness. Let's start with the structure of personality. Freud devided the personality into three portions: the Id,the Ego,and the Super Ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially Freud defined the Id as sexual instinct or "pleasure principle",after WWI he revised the theory to include the instinctual violent urges of mankind or "Thanatos"(death instinct).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we have the Ego or the "reality principle". This is the portion of the personality developed over time and expierences (nurture). It is the portion that we consiously show to the world around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the Super Ego,wich a a dual force (conscience /ego-ideal). The conscience is self explanitory. It's personal knowledge of right and wrong. The super-ego is an idealized view of oneself. Both sides of the super-ego are developed through social interaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to throw in a seemingly unrelated theory. Evolution, no I am not talking about missing links and physical adaptation. I am reffering to evolution as the development of a biological group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that social evolution has as big of a role on a species developement as physical evolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this all relate to mental illness? It's simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year we are faced with new questions that challenge our moral code. Things like cloaning, Stemcell research,population issues, enviornmental issues,sexuality, ect ect... We cling desprately to that standards that our forefathers set for us and as a result the three tiers of personality are constantly in conflict with one another. The inner conflict may be manifesting itself as a variety of psychosis'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not to say that there are no biological explanations for mental illness,there are many.&lt;br /&gt;This thesis is focused solely on the social implecations of mental illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as if we are encased in an eggshell wich we are constanly beating our heads against. The eggshell is starting to crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789742-109422290327732565?l=fleshparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/109422290327732565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/109422290327732565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshparade.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109422290327732565' title=''/><author><name>Faechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04055994384103180285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789742.post-109386015534449338</id><published>2004-08-30T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T03:02:35.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Juliette &amp; The Licks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to them NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/julietteandthelicks/"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/julietteandthelicks/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fan-Fucking-Tastic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789742-109386015534449338?l=fleshparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/109386015534449338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/109386015534449338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshparade.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109386015534449338' title=''/><author><name>Faechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04055994384103180285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789742.post-109299211934297411</id><published>2004-08-20T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T01:55:19.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"I know you're wise beyond your years, but do you ever get the fearThat your perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                         verse is  just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v298/faychild/Picture41.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A man once said "I have a dream" and changed a nation forever.  I too have a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that one day my friends will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that one day that wars will be faught in theological debate alone.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that a great leader will rise up and rekindle a sense of purpose in my people.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that one day I won't need to cry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that one day I will stop running from a memory of a spiteful god that raped me of my ability to have faith in anything.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that the ghost of my father will stop haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that my brain will be still....if only for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that one day someone will know me.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that the human race will take themselves off of autopilot.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that one day the all mighty dollar,isn't so mighty.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that one day our politicians will be honest.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream where people are not taking lives.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream where community matters.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream about hero's being born every day.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream that someone hears me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789742-109299211934297411?l=fleshparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/109299211934297411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/109299211934297411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshparade.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109299211934297411' title=''/><author><name>Faechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04055994384103180285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789742.post-109281786316137625</id><published>2004-08-18T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T01:31:03.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All that Follows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v298/faychild/Copy1ofPicture4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never think about what people mean to me until they are threatened. This last week taught me a much needed lesson in open affection. A lesson,I fear,that is too late for me to learn. Fatal flaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have lost something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spark.. A hope... A hour... A week... A year.. Faith.. Love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;(an excerpt from a work in process)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kings horses and all of his men, found a broken girl,&lt;br /&gt;They never could mend.&lt;br /&gt;Mother says look before diving in,&lt;br /&gt;but candy eyed children rarely listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789742-109281786316137625?l=fleshparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/109281786316137625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/109281786316137625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshparade.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109281786316137625' title=''/><author><name>Faechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04055994384103180285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789742.post-109245118384534812</id><published>2004-08-13T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T19:39:43.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ulcer Update II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to mom, her and my sister are just fine. They had 35 births induced by the pressure drop Charley caused,but luckily my sister was not one of them. Some of the buildings in my mothers complex were severly damaged. Luckily hers was not one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to feel a bit better about the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw some of the aftermath in Port Charlotte haven't heard from my friends yet. I am going down there tomorrow to help out. I have this knot in my stomach about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of the storm passed over my old home. I hope everyone is ok.&lt;br /&gt;Will update later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789742-109245118384534812?l=fleshparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/109245118384534812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/109245118384534812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshparade.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109245118384534812' title=''/><author><name>Faechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04055994384103180285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789742.post-109242791749796553</id><published>2004-08-13T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T13:11:57.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Update in Ulcers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this whole storm thing is giving me an ulcer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storm if currently on the track to hit north Fort Myers and Charlotte county directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends in Port Charlotte have lost power. No more communications with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that worry me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what does a tornado sound like?" followed by them signing off of AIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789742-109242791749796553?l=fleshparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/109242791749796553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/109242791749796553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshparade.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109242791749796553' title=''/><author><name>Faechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04055994384103180285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789742.post-109242181133229114</id><published>2004-08-13T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T11:30:11.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Adventures in Chaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurricane Charley is making a steady path towards the people and places dearest to me.&lt;br /&gt;Those of us in Tampa should be fine. I wish it had continued down it's original path and came directly to Tampa as opposed to heading to Fort Myers, Port Charlotte, Sarasota, and Polk County.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother and sister are in Fort Myers. My sister is in her 8th month of pregnancy and the baby is already in the birth canal,wich means she can go in to labor at any moment. It's is a common occurence for a woman to go into labor when the pressure changes. The pressure will change when the hurricane is on them. My mother has been in chemo for the last year and is still weak. I am freaking out. They are all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mel discussed driving down there so I can convince my mother to just head to the hospitol so they can take care of her and my sister. We won't make it there in time. I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like feeling this powerless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just said that the hurricane is only 10mph from being considered a catagory 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many people I care about in port charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel doesn't know where her eldest daughter is. She is somewhere in port charlotte with her aunt. They haven't contacted her. Sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris,Cheryl, and the baby are in Polk County. Hurricane is heading that way. There house is old and is on stilts wich makes it like potential wizard of oz material. Luckily there is a factory right next door. Hopefully that is where they are settling down. we have already lost communications with them. There are already tornado Warnings in effect for the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get this over with already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789742-109242181133229114?l=fleshparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/109242181133229114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/109242181133229114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshparade.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109242181133229114' title=''/><author><name>Faechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04055994384103180285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789742.post-108798301038019664</id><published>2004-06-23T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T02:37:48.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> "Damn the man,Save the Empire"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I love being on the invisible end of corprate engineering. Just tonight my immediate boss announced that the leads would be participating on a new shift bid on their own. For those of you who may read this and not work at my office,this means that we grunts will not have a say in who our lead may be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Until the recent change in the pervibial "way of things", we had always been given a choice based on availibility. Most of my co-grunts had always had a choice to work for a specific lead had that spot on the shift had been opened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Most people don't get to choose their bosses,and I get that. From what I have seen so far when somebody finds a person that they work well with,they are far more productive. &lt;br /&gt;I dick around way less now than I did on Lead 1's team. Honestly I really did not like her,so I did the minimal amount of work it took to keep my job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I am pretty sure I am not the only one that practices in this behavior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's not that I don't care about keeping my job,I do. Unless I find something better I will end up stressing out over every silly little goal they throw my way. That's just the way I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But it's official... I hate them... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On a less insanly agry note, I had an awsome time the other night... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That's all..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: "My life needs editing" -Mort Sahl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: "City Girls" -Keith Shields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789742-108798301038019664?l=fleshparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/108798301038019664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/108798301038019664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshparade.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108798301038019664' title=''/><author><name>Faechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04055994384103180285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789742.post-108703670326061777</id><published>2004-06-12T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T04:19:57.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Still Life Brain.... &lt;br /&gt;(just a quick snapshot inside my head) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The worst kind if pain is self chosen. &lt;br /&gt;2. Everyones problems seem easier than your own. &lt;br /&gt;3. A person always seems more beautiful after they have walked away. &lt;br /&gt;4. War's are started by men who are unwilling to fight them themselves. &lt;br /&gt;5. Everyone sounds like a moron when they are yelling. &lt;br /&gt;6. Religion makes fabulous cructh for those you can't tell right from wrong on their own.&lt;br /&gt;7. Karma is a bitch. &lt;br /&gt;8. Fairytales are a form of psychological warfare. &lt;br /&gt;9. Everything makes more sense on paper. &lt;br /&gt;10. Advertisement is a form of opression. &lt;br /&gt;11. People are more frightened by what may happen than they are of what is happening. &lt;br /&gt;12. Hindsight can kiss my ass. &lt;br /&gt;13. "No rest for the wicked" is a bs saying,wicked people get way more rest than me. &lt;br /&gt;14. Treat people like a cog in a machine and they eventually break...thanks work.. &lt;br /&gt;15. The devorce rate is high for a reason....don't get married. &lt;br /&gt;16. Everything can be argued. &lt;br /&gt;17. People are always more admired after they croak. &lt;br /&gt;18. The Brady Bunch launched America's moral standard into a downward spiral. &lt;br /&gt;19. Once you know a person's faults you can't be angry at em for practicing in them. &lt;br /&gt;20. Suicide booths are a good idea. &lt;br /&gt;21. Ars Artes Artem!&lt;br /&gt;22. Andy Warhol ruined art &lt;br /&gt;23. Tequila is a BAD idea. &lt;br /&gt;24. Logic is generally an afterthought. &lt;br /&gt;25. God is dead. &lt;br /&gt;26. Elvis lives &lt;br /&gt;27. Absolute power leads to assassinations. &lt;br /&gt;28. Fewer people die in Cold Wars,so really open declaration of war is a number game. &lt;br /&gt;29. Sex sells,except when no ones buying &lt;br /&gt;30. Political campaigns are like commercials with less substance.&lt;br /&gt;31. Fear leads to anger,anger leads to hatred,hatred leads to the darkside. &lt;br /&gt;32. Wemen really are insane. &lt;br /&gt;33. Love is relative. &lt;br /&gt;34. If you want to climb the corprate latter  practice your PR skills&lt;br /&gt;35. Always have a backup plan...and if all else fails,fake your own death. &lt;br /&gt;36. Never trust a person who lives in an apartment and owns a shovel. &lt;br /&gt;37. Never trust a man's whose hands are softer than you own. &lt;br /&gt;38. Be nice to everyone...it makes them nervous. &lt;br /&gt;39. Life imitates art,and corporations imitate dilbert. &lt;br /&gt;40. There is no sex in the champaign room... &lt;br /&gt;41. Roll with the punches...then grab a baseball bat. &lt;br /&gt;42. I am not nearly as violent as I sound. &lt;br /&gt;43. Never trust anyone who smiles all the time. &lt;br /&gt;45. Never use a line,you will just end up sounding like a mook. &lt;br /&gt;46. If love is a battlefield the sex is a weapon of mass detruction ( hehe ) &lt;br /&gt;47. Every town needs and id10t. &lt;br /&gt;48. Stupidity is a STD. &lt;br /&gt;49. Don't drink from the water fountain at work,or you will get knocked up. &lt;br /&gt;50. Don't run with scissors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: "Being born is like being kidnapped. And then sold into slavery." &lt;br /&gt;- Andy Warhol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Suffocated Love -Tricky &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789742-108703670326061777?l=fleshparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/108703670326061777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/108703670326061777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshparade.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108703670326061777' title=''/><author><name>Faechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04055994384103180285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789742.post-108685806846903076</id><published>2004-06-10T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T02:01:08.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once more with feeling... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was ok, I spent most of my time compiling raw data and making it into something else. I full day of not having to talk to anybody was rather theraputic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out the day in a fab mood. I got a little sad in the mid day,but ultimately I finish out like a champ. Smiles and everyting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sleepy I will finish this post later. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789742-108685806846903076?l=fleshparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/108685806846903076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/108685806846903076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshparade.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108685806846903076' title=''/><author><name>Faechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04055994384103180285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789742.post-10867671551580847</id><published>2004-06-09T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T00:45:55.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another day another dollar....or something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was the same old jive. Go in, turn off the brain, check my numbers, decide my numbers will not allow me to actually help the users,shuffle them off to the best of my ability,and finally sign out, do my time, and take my soul back out of the mason jar I keep it in while I am on the clock. Yup,same shit new day.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain hurts ...it always hurts... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad lately, I'll get over it. Always do.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the lights on in the Woo. I came out after my shift to find I couldn't get it started.Grr.. Luckily one of the boys from my team had jumper cables. Got the car started. yay...now I can go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soo restless lately. I can't seem to get my ass to bed at a decent hour. I don't know what's bugging me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about John today, I talked some surfing smack with one of the co-workers and he popped in my head...I miss him... I will always miss him.*Sighs* I don't want to think about him anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being alone gives a gal perspective. I enjoy my independence. I don't have to worry about my silly quarks and how someone it going to take them. I don't have to worry about anyone elses needs (cept mabye the roomie,but family is family). I have time that I don't have to share. I don't have to be on guard all of the time. I can breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss sex...a lot &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Insanity- Oingo Boingo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: "I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one: "O Lord, make my enemies ridiculous." And God granted it." - Voltaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789742-10867671551580847?l=fleshparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/10867671551580847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/10867671551580847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshparade.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#10867671551580847' title=''/><author><name>Faechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04055994384103180285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789742.post-108667845831132488</id><published>2004-06-08T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T00:07:38.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupidity Sessions Part II &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well I just got IM'd by the "other woman" from my previous post. I have had it will feeling guilty about the whole situation. I didn't know about her ,so at this point I think I have fufilled my karmic debt. Anywhoo, here's the convo: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I decided to add notes to this one...for fun...notes are in italic) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;while I am in idle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SexyThng1969: u talked to marshal? &lt;br /&gt;SexyThng1969: just asking cause he said he talked to u about somehimg that blew me away&lt;br /&gt;SexyThng1969: well i guess its true then,you fucking bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;come back to my computer to see this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: huh?&lt;br /&gt;SexyThng1969: have u talked to him?&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: well I wouldn't call it talk ...he kinda babbled at me&lt;br /&gt;SexyThng1969: you souldn't be talking to him! you told me you hated him!&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: To hate someone I would have to care&lt;br /&gt;SexyThng1969: I thought you where my friend...god you are such a bitch &lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: not really,I felt bad about the whole situation,because I am not the type of person who does things like that...so I felt obligated to be nice to you... &lt;br /&gt;I don't anymore. &lt;br /&gt;SexyThng1969: im blown away &lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: can you get to whever point it is that you are trying to get to,I am kind of busy... &lt;br /&gt;SexyThng1969: he told me that u imed him and he told u that i thought u knew&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: lol &lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: that's spactacular&lt;br /&gt;SexyThng1969: he tried hooking up with u huh?&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: good guess  &lt;br /&gt;SexyThng1969: yea im sorry if i upset u i didnt meam to&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: no, to be upset I would have to care and well.... I don't &lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: Oh! I get it now...just took me a few minutes to sort through all this highschool bs... ok let me lay it out to you... &lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: You are afraid we might hook up...silly girl.. I think he's pathetic, and even before I knew about you, he never had what it took to keep me. so there... you can calm the fuck down now. &lt;br /&gt;SexyThng1969: um ok, I am sorry if I upset you.there is just a lot going on now. &lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: I don't care enough to be upset by it, he didn't pay much attention either...in anycase I don't feel like I owe you anymore...so have a nice life mmm..k .. buh bye now &lt;br /&gt;SexyThng1969: well I am sorry I even im'd you then &lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they are both blocked now... case closed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo, &lt;br /&gt;Heather &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day:  Left Behind by VNV Nation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: "All the world's a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed" - Sean O'Casey from The Plough and The Stars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789742-108667845831132488?l=fleshparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/108667845831132488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/108667845831132488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshparade.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108667845831132488' title=''/><author><name>Faechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04055994384103180285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789742.post-108642671317307711</id><published>2004-06-05T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T02:55:08.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> Good Morning Figments! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's been a while,I know. It seems I really don't have the staying power for these damned things. Not much happening lately. On my first post I had mentioned that my love life (or lack there of) was a comedic goldmine....well the laughs just poured in tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Shortly after moving back to Tampa, I was introduced to this guy. Nothing big really, It was just a "thing". He chased after me a lot. Like an annoying puppy really, but he was a cutie so I said "what the fuck" and hung out with him a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After a week of quasi-dating he was all in the "I love you" zone. I laughed about that a lot.. I know it sounds mean but damn....I hadn't even slept with him and I certianly wasn't feeling it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways a month passed and I hadn't had sex in some time,so I gave in. The very next day the phone rings. I was in the shower at the time and my friend's girl answered. She handed me the phone and I hear this sad wimpering girly vioce. Then she says ... "This is *******'s fiance... My first instinct was to laugh because I thought it was a joke... &lt;br /&gt;It wasn't. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; She asked me to come talk to her. Feeling like a complete ass (heh,not used to being fooled) ,I agreed to come talk. My roomie wouldn't let me go alone,because as usual, she expected the worse and was convinced I was walking into an ass kicking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I show up at the girls apartment and there is a large group of people there, who immediately where so nice to me I wanted to vomit. I felt like I was in a twilight zone episode. It was kinda like that scene in &lt;i&gt;A Wrinkle in Time&lt;/i&gt; where all of the kids are bouncing their balls in perfect time with one another...I am telling you freaky stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me and the other girl sit down and have a long conversation about the whole situation. She asked me the stereotypical stuff. She asked me if I loved him.... I laughed at that for a few minutes. Then she started crying and I felt like a jerk again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Afterwards, we took a walk upstairs and decided to wake the boy up ....together... &lt;br /&gt;I stayed in the room long enough for him to see me. Then walked out and waited for the girl...she begged me to hang around so that she could have a few more words with me. I am such a fucking sucker. I felt like I kinda owed her something. *shrugs* This soul of mine gets in the way too often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then the girls mother shows up and proceeds to tell me how much she respects me for being nice to her daughter and talking it out with her.... I replied with " I have met my wierdness quota for the day,let you daughter know I am really sorry".  Honestly, I think an asskicking would have been less annoying.....She still IM's me... I just don't have the heart to be rude to her so I kinda put up with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now the for the reason I brought this up.... Guess who IM's me after work tonight... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.... so I am going to post the entire archive of the convo here... It's far to funny to keep to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: hi&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: hey heather&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: heather?&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: hello?&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: are you there hun?&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: heather?&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: uhh,who is this?&lt;br /&gt;Previous message was not received by lancerboy1983 because of error: User lancerboy1983 is not available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: r u there?&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: who is this?&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: *******&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: ok&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: u know me and ****** split up&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983:  :-(&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: yeah she told me&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: u know why&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: cause you claimed the kid wasn't your or some punk ass shit like that &lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: nope&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: becuase she kept thowing the fact that i cheated on her with you &lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: and would not let me live it down &lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: so i got fed up of it&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: yeah she should have just dumped you then...&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: ah&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: still at ***** (had to edit out the name of my company)?&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: huh?&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: iam glad i left&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: got fired you mean&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: i got a GOOD job&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: yeah&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: i dident like that job&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: it SUCKED&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: eh oh well&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: i own a gaming center now&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: well co-owner&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: g-force gaming&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: I am sure all of your expierence as a carnie will come in handy there&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: thanks&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: were you at the castle last night?&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: heh,that wasnt a compliment  &lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: uhhh&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: i though i saw you last night&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: no&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: ah&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: iam going tomarrow &lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: are you mad at me?&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: no I kinda forgot you existed&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: oh i just feel that you are being scarcastic at me&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: imagine that... &lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: u dateing anyone? &lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: huh? you're kidding right?&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: ? &lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: iam staying far away from women for a WHILE&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: i got all the chick i need in my car :-)&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: it takes all my cash and will never leave me or fight with me&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: ive been burned 2 times sence i split up with *****&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983:  :-(&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: really SUCKS&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: that's nice&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: yeah &lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: well i guess i wanna say sorry &lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: i never got to say it&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: the fact that you don't seem to understand that I don't care...well it amuses me ... a lot... &lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: u still live with ******?&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: yup&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: ah kewl &lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: i wanna see you and apoligize in person &lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: is that ok with you?&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: omg...&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: when can i meet up with you?&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: I don't recall agreeing &lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: what are you doing tomarrow during the day?&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: busy&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: tomarrow night?&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: busy&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: sunday?&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: busy&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: *places an out of order sign on her head*&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: monday?&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: busy&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: all day&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: look heather please this will just take 5 min and it will get alot off my sholders&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: are you paying attention?&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: what are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: busy&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: do you not want to meet with me?&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: what could have given you that idea? &lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: please ill meet you on safe gounds here ill meet you in ybor next weekend&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: ok?&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: SURE!!&lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: so meet at the castle when?&lt;br /&gt;Faeryoubliette: friday at 10 &lt;br /&gt;lancerboy1983: thanks c u then &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... well that's all folks... oh I must have forgot I am at work friday's at 10, ohh drats, &lt;sarcasm off&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie of the Week: Harry Potter (POA) ...(although I haven't seen it yet) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Noose by A Perfect Circle (as it has been stuck in my head for days) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: " In the beginning the Universe was created... This made a lot of people angry and was widely regarded as a bad move" -Douglas Adams&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789742-108642671317307711?l=fleshparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/108642671317307711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/108642671317307711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshparade.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108642671317307711' title=''/><author><name>Faechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04055994384103180285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789742.post-108294594870016083</id><published>2004-04-25T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T19:23:20.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> This weekend was deffinately a bust. I didn't do anything. Oh well, I needed a quiet weekend alone anyways. &lt;br /&gt;Lately it doesn't really matter what I do. It's all just the same people,same places,and same ol song and dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do you ever find yourself so completely bored with all of the consumer driven stimuli that you want nothing more than to run away to some untouched place and live your life like an Indiana Jones movie? Mabye I just need to jump out of a plane or swim with sharks,like those kids in Fiji. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have been looking at the travel tours online . There are these groups that travel all around the globe with noting more than backpacks and a couple of travelers checks. They stay in seedie hotels and hike through jungles. It all sounds so exciting to me. Most of the tours last like 1-3 months.  I wish I had the munnies for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The roomie seems pretty sressed about the workplace. I think she might bail soon. It hasn't driven me all that insane yet,but I can kinda see where she is coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh well,time to go pick up the roomie... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo, &lt;br /&gt;-H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789742-108294594870016083?l=fleshparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/108294594870016083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/108294594870016083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshparade.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108294594870016083' title=''/><author><name>Faechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04055994384103180285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789742.post-108235751288063908</id><published>2004-04-18T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T01:01:54.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> I went out to see Kill Bill V2 tonight. It was fan-freaking-tastic. I have decided that I would have much more sex appeal with a samuri sword.I am a little clumbsy,so mabye I should rethink running around with a sharp pointy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular entry is going nowhere...I think I will stop while I am ahead. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; OH! Future-Rama is on now...I am going to watch it. w00t It's the Monkey episode! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Song of the day: &lt;br /&gt; Baby that's Art,Frank Black and the Catholics &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; Quote of the day: &lt;br /&gt;"The difference between fiction and reality is that fiction has to make sense." &lt;br /&gt;Tom Clancy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo,&lt;br /&gt;H   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789742-108235751288063908?l=fleshparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/108235751288063908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/108235751288063908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshparade.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108235751288063908' title=''/><author><name>Faechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04055994384103180285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789742.post-108227531291348274</id><published>2004-04-18T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T01:17:25.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> Yeah so Chocokitty sent me this &lt;a href= "http://www.jlist.com/PRODUCT/12618847/"&gt;LINK &lt;/a&gt;. I am just completely confused. Japanese pop culture boggles my brain. It's actually designed to feel like a famus actress that's apparently all the rage over there. Anyone know if we have anthing that would be the american equvilant?   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789742-108227531291348274?l=fleshparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/108227531291348274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/108227531291348274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshparade.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108227531291348274' title=''/><author><name>Faechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04055994384103180285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789742.post-108223771532461779</id><published>2004-04-17T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T00:42:54.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  I slept in way too late today. It's 4pm and I have only been awake for an hour. I had this really screwy dream last night. There was some emergency,and the only resolution was to have sex with one of my coworkers. We kept running form place to place always getting interupted. I don't remember what the emergency was,and I have no clue what kind of emergency would require sex ,but dreams aren't supposed to make sense. The other party in my dream is one of my friends who I have no attraction to. &lt;br /&gt;I woke up both laughing an relieved (I woke up just as his pants hit the floor). Man, I have no idea how I am going to look him in the face without laughing my ass off. I am soo embarassed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wil Wheaton (of Next Generation fame) has a blogger. He is an amusing person,I guess I expect actors to be like ornaments (good on the surface but lacking in real substance), but behold I found a peronality. Apparently he has written a couple of novels, the latest is entitled "Just a Geek". I find the title alone to be appealing. My friends at &lt;a href="http://www.tasteofthegoods.com"&gt;Taste of the Goods &lt;/a&gt; did an interview with him.  It was one of their better shows, although I am privey to the Bruce Campbell interview. If you want to check out Wil's blogger,&lt;a href="http://www.wilwheaton.net/"&gt;CLICKY &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Speaking of talk radio I plan to bring Radio Angst back online once I have the time and resouces to commit to it. I am thinking about revising it to include more music. I didn't realise how much effort it actually took last time so I was caught a little off guard. &lt;br /&gt;Filth was so pissed at Footgod  and myself  for bailing on the project. I will bring it back on the air just to annoy him..lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt; On a side note I would like to direct you all to &lt;a href="http://www.stopfcc.com/"&gt;Stop the FCC &lt;/a&gt;. We are coming to a point where if we let the FCC go any further with regulating what we CHOOSE to listen to and how we CHOOSE to express ourselves,we will soon find their regulation in more facets of our lives, Imagine this. a world where you are not allowed to vioce your oppinions through the Internet, or on an appropriately rated radio show, Imagine a ban on porn,indie film,viocing your oppinion to a friend over the phone. I know this all seems mellow dramatic,but to look at the history of "civilized" human societies. One small step will lead to loop holes a revisions that could potentially rob us of the very freedom that we have grown so accustomed to. One of the latest of the FCC's revised agenda's,making each resident who owns a website pay them twenty dollars a year to own it. Now on a side note it's not the money that conserns me as much as it is the registering on websites with the FCC,wich would give them free reign to yet again filter through our freedom of speech. So sign the petition damn it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances. "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The First Amendment to the U.S. Constitution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I want to go see Kill Bill this weekend,but I don't think it's going to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; Well that's all folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: &lt;br /&gt;The Happy Break Up Song,by NOFX (because it fits my mood for the month)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: &lt;br /&gt;"I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope and that enables you to laugh at life's realities."&lt;br /&gt;-Dr. Seuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo, &lt;br /&gt;H &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789742-108223771532461779?l=fleshparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/108223771532461779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/108223771532461779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshparade.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108223771532461779' title=''/><author><name>Faechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04055994384103180285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6789742.post-108218415814768589</id><published>2004-04-16T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T01:04:31.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> Hello my figments and welcome to my new blogger. I hate first posts,so let me get all of the dry introductory stuff out of the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My name is Heather A.K.A Faechild thanks to my good friend who likes to call himself "The midnight cowboy" (in spite of all the times I have told him that handle sounds homoerotic). I work as a phone tech for a national ISP. I hate the users,and love my coworkers,wich I guess is what keeps me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As far as my love life goes...well... I haven't quite mastered the affairs of the heart,so it seems I am perpetually single.We will tap into this comedic goldmine at a later date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am the eldest of three children; I have a brother and a sister. I like most people find my family to be absolutely insane,but I can't really complain as I attribute every bit of my creativity to being born into an ecclectic group of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At this point in my life I am just trying to get ahead so that I can start working towards the long term. &lt;br /&gt;You know,bang out a couple books or a screenplay,move to a temprate environment on the beach of random X place. Just me,a board,some waves,a dog named rusty or something like that, and mabye even a boy if I happen to find one that "gets" me.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am what I like to reffer to as plesantly cooky. I sometimes forget that I am an adult. I like toys, videogames, and using funny accents when ordering food at a drive through. I suppose I just like to laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am planning a Gonzo adventure for the summer,if you need clarification read something by Hunter S. Thompson (minus the heavy narcotics). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well I suppose that is enough insight for the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Recommended Song of the Day: &lt;br /&gt;Resurrection,by the Misfits, (because the American Psycho album wasn't as bad as they say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommended Movie of the Week: &lt;br /&gt;The Serpent and the Rainbow (Wes Craven) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: &lt;br /&gt;As you gain experience, you'll realise that all logical questions are considered insubordination. &lt;br /&gt;- Dilbert advises Asok the Intern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;    H  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6789742-108218415814768589?l=fleshparade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/108218415814768589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6789742/posts/default/108218415814768589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fleshparade.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108218415814768589' title=''/><author><name>Faechild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04055994384103180285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
