<?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-21575403</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:54:39.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michele</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338965653945809268</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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21575403.post-114258472570572513</id><published>2006-03-17T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T00:39:59.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well.  .  .</title><content type='html'>I bought the bras. And they were everything I ever hoped they would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .and more. Bouncy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The one.  .  .The only!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21575403-114258472570572513?l=michele88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/feeds/114258472570572513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21575403&amp;postID=114258472570572513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/114258472570572513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/114258472570572513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/2006/03/well.html' title='Well.  .  .'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338965653945809268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21575403.post-114237354578433140</id><published>2006-03-14T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T13:59:05.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Video Games</title><content type='html'>Well, as I am bored, and have to go to work in an hour, I decided to have a little fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bought a servial horror game last night.  A classic, and it cost a pretty penny.  And it got me thinking: "What are some of the scariest moments in video game history?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here they are, in no certain order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resident Evil 2: When the Licker jumps through the glass window/mirror.  I fell out of my seat when I saw that happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent Hill 2: When James first sees Pyramid Head staring at him in the apartment level.  I had no idea what the hell that thing was, and I was freaked out for the rest of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siren:  When Risa is in the hospital and comes into contact with her sister, Mina.  But she's not human anymoer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent Hill 3:  When Heather gets locked into that room with the mirror, and she can see her own reflection starting to rust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haunting Ground:  Any part with Danellia.  But for some reason, when Danellia bashes her head against the window and takes the long peice of shattered glass as a weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resident Evil: Remake: Lisa Turner chasing Chris through the forest.  Creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clock Tower: Jennifer walking home and spying that someone is following her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resident Evil 4:  Not a very scary game, but loads of fun.  I think when Leon is in the village at night is the scariest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thing:  Walking into the lab, and seeing dead bodies everwhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent Hill: When Harry locks the chain with the ring in the kitchen.  And after he does so, he hears something trying to get out of the cabnent.  Even scarier, when he doesn't lock the chain, and get's dragged away by. .  .something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatal Frame: Getting the masks and putting them in order.  Or just seeing the shadows of the ghosts in the windows.  I got all freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent Hill 4: This is really small, but talking to Jasper in the woods, it was just so.  .  .frightning.  Him telling Henry about a cult that used to tourcher kids.  Also, the small things that happen in Henry's room.  Like seeing Robbie the Rabbit point and you through the hole in the wall.  Richard pointing at Eileen's room from his window.  A head falling past his Henry's window, or looking through his peephole and seeing an image of himself all bloody and possessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, all these games are scary.  And I'll add more when I think of more moments later.  But the winner of the sacriest games are the Silent Hill series.  Resident Evil may be the grandad of servival horror, but Silent Hill is more horror.  Resident Evil is more Science Fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I wish I could remember more great moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The one.  .  .The only!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21575403-114237354578433140?l=michele88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/feeds/114237354578433140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21575403&amp;postID=114237354578433140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/114237354578433140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/114237354578433140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/2006/03/scary-video-games.html' title='Scary Video Games'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338965653945809268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21575403.post-114237254541451447</id><published>2006-03-14T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T13:42:25.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have this odd feeling</title><content type='html'>.  .  .that I'm looking forward to something, but I don't know what it is.  It's not college, because now I'm going to be even more booked, and am now at least a 1,ooo bucks short. And it's not like I have a new guy in my life to look forward to seeing everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.  .  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it could be?  Could it be my copy of Jane Eyre that's coming in the mail?  Or the fact that a new episode of The Office is coming on this week?  No. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the fact that I'll be buying some more bras after work, today.  Ah!  That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is so sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The one.  .  .The only!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21575403-114237254541451447?l=michele88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/feeds/114237254541451447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21575403&amp;postID=114237254541451447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/114237254541451447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/114237254541451447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-have-this-odd-feeling.html' title='I have this odd feeling'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338965653945809268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21575403.post-114188870138626018</id><published>2006-03-08T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T23:20:45.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh.  .  .Wow</title><content type='html'>How in the hell did I bump up from 8 views to 16?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I feel so special. Even if someone was booing and hissing this blog, and least it's being booed and hissed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The one.  .  .The only!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21575403-114188870138626018?l=michele88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/feeds/114188870138626018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21575403&amp;postID=114188870138626018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/114188870138626018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/114188870138626018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/2006/03/uh-wow.html' title='Uh.  .  .Wow'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338965653945809268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21575403.post-114102750945567102</id><published>2006-02-27T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T00:08:14.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare on Wal-Street</title><content type='html'>I've been going crazy. I hate my job. I work at Wal-Mart (or as my friend calls it, "The Church of the Devil"). I have to pay for college but am very tight on money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all, my department had a "makeover" which resulted in us working overtime just to move all the stock out onto the floor. We are way understaffed. It's pretty much been me and one other person switching off and trying to cover our entire department. I'm just too tired of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends who work in the Deli want me over there. So maybe I'll go look for a transfer. They probably won't give it to me, since they need people working in shoes. But screw it. They're going to lose me anyway. I'm quitting if this keeps up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the huge blow, the guy I like is working an early, early shift. Since I work the late shift, we'll never get to talk to one another again. He and I were just really getting to know each other, too. I have a theory that God is keeping me away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to walk up to someone, and kick them in the nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do it make it to June.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The one.  .  .The only!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21575403-114102750945567102?l=michele88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/feeds/114102750945567102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21575403&amp;postID=114102750945567102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/114102750945567102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/114102750945567102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/2006/02/nightmare-on-wal-street.html' title='Nightmare on Wal-Street'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338965653945809268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21575403.post-113955777802274016</id><published>2006-02-09T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T23:49:38.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Let the Door Hit You on the Ass on Your Way Out</title><content type='html'>My boss told me she wanted to quit her job.  She just can't take it anymore.  I guess hiding in the back away from customers is just too difficult.  Not to mention all those long walks to the break room.  Her jaw must really hurt from all the wagging it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I told her about a job opening (I didn't tell her of how I knew there was a job opening).  And I think it really interested her.  She didn't seem to understand that "There's only so much you can do," really meant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't let the door hit you on the ass on your way out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not too bright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The one.  .  .The only!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21575403-113955777802274016?l=michele88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/feeds/113955777802274016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21575403&amp;postID=113955777802274016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/113955777802274016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/113955777802274016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/2006/02/dont-let-door-hit-you-on-ass-on-your.html' title='Don&apos;t Let the Door Hit You on the Ass on Your Way Out'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338965653945809268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21575403.post-113887541545761741</id><published>2006-02-02T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T02:16:55.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>I have had one whole view on my entire profile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet heavnes of heavens.  Who shall I thank?  There are so many people.  God of course, and who else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.  .   .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes!  Satan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The one.  .  .The only!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21575403-113887541545761741?l=michele88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/feeds/113887541545761741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21575403&amp;postID=113887541545761741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/113887541545761741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/113887541545761741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/2006/02/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338965653945809268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21575403.post-113852896277366226</id><published>2006-01-29T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T02:04:34.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Freaky Deaky Stories</title><content type='html'>I write. I write a lot. I write about ships I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are they, you might ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes They Come Back:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This story was my first, my last, my everything. I wrote it when I was high. . .No, I'm just kidding. But it is inspired by Stephen King's "Sometimes They Come Back." A short story about a teacher who sees the ghost of the teenagers that killed his brothers twenty years before. Creepy. Also, I have many, many references to "The Shining" in this story. Not the movie version, with Jack Nicklson. The book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon and Claire have been married for about six months, when our story begins. They are blissfully happy and unaware of the horros that are going to befall them. That's when Ada contacts Leon telling him that they are all in danger. From there, accidents occur that send Claire to the hospital. From which the story unwinds and sends all the stars from the Resident Evil series (Games 1, 2, 3, CV, and 4) to a little Manson in the Alps to stop. . . whos else? Albert Wekser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;La Boom Boom:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Originally, it was a novelization of the movie that was so bad, I just had to poke fun at my own writing. Well, someone else must've hated it, too, because it got deleted. It did not go agaist any guidlines. I read them all. There was no rule against giving commentaries. If I get a reply from some smart-ass posting the rules and quoting them, I'll delet it. Let them see how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anway, I still have all the chapters saved on my computer. So ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crimson Nights:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Another story about Leon and Claire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire, upon going to Rock Fort Island brought a little friend along. Leon Kennedy, tagged along with his gal pal to help find her brother. The two of them both get captured and are taken to Rock Fort Prison, where they must find each other, get away from both crazy Ashfords, and get a snide Steve off their backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like fun, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Christmas to remember:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Leon and Claire get all gushy on Christmas Eve. BORING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Secret:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Final Fantasy 8 characters apply. And it is a Quall (Quistis and Squall pairing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squall and Quistis have a secret. What could it be? What will happens if anyone finds out? The secret, as you might have guessed, is a relationship. But not just any relationship. The two have wedded in secret (hence the title) in fear that they will lose their jobs. Apparently, they have a very strict fraternization policy at the Garden. So the two must keep their love quiet if they want to continue with their future living there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds boring, right? Their love, proven to be more complicated than we thought, is shown through the use of flashbacks that show how Squall didn't always like his wife before he fell in love with her. But then something happens to one of them that shake both of their worlds. . .forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dark Nights, Black Days:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A Silent Hill story that concentrates on Henry and Eileen. Again, I married off two of the main characters. I have a thing for marriage. Got a problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen has no memory of her's and Henry's terrible event that took place only three years before. After being married for two years, Eileen begins to have nightmares about man with a knife. In desperation to escape the stress that she believes is causing her dreams, she convinces Henry to go the town of Silent Hill, a place that she and her father used to visit together when she was a child. However, the nightmares get worse, and even. . .real. Now Eileen must search her own psyche. Are these things really happening to her? Or is she simply going insane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She suspects that her husband knows more than he is letting on. And the only key to her dreams rests in Silent Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Office Gossip:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Jam lovers only. Pam and Jim from The Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The course of Pam and Jim's relationship as they work at Dunder Miflin. And how they end up together. . .Awwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So clink on any story that you find interesting. The names diddly day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't ask)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The one.  .  .The only!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21575403-113852896277366226?l=michele88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/feeds/113852896277366226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21575403&amp;postID=113852896277366226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/113852896277366226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/113852896277366226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-freaky-deaky-stories.html' title='My Freaky Deaky Stories'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338965653945809268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21575403.post-113852256343969615</id><published>2006-01-29T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T00:16:03.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homestar Runner</title><content type='html'>A few friends of mine introduced me to this flash cartoon website called &lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com"&gt;www.homestarrunner.com&lt;/a&gt;  Freakin' awesome!  I love watching Strogbad's e-mails.  But still, my favorite character is Homestar.  He's just so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and his Fluffy Puff Marshmellows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys who created are awsome.  I probably would bomb if I made a flash cartoon.  But.  .  .Nah, I'm too cheap to buy the program.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The one.  .  .The only!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21575403-113852256343969615?l=michele88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/feeds/113852256343969615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21575403&amp;postID=113852256343969615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/113852256343969615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/113852256343969615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/2006/01/homestar-runner.html' title='Homestar Runner'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338965653945809268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21575403.post-113843734257081246</id><published>2006-01-28T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T00:35:42.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Random Quotes Ever!</title><content type='html'>Just some quotes that I love to death and make me smile when I'm having a hard day.  Some are very clever and witty, and other's are just.  .  .random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You don't need a machine to make a rainbow for rainbows are made of happy thoughts and dreams and chocolate unicorns and gumdrops and licorice sunsets and fuzzy gum drops bears and chocolate covered chocolate gumdrop land... " &lt;strong&gt;-Meatwad, Aqua Teen Hunger Force&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I think my son is hiding his girlfriend Ann in the attic."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"From who?  The Nazis?" &lt;strong&gt;- Michael and Lindsy, Arrested Development&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"as Mr. Sloan always says, there is no "I" in team, but there is an "I" in pie.  And there's an "I" in meat pie.  Meat is the anagram of team, I don't know." &lt;strong&gt;- Shaun, Shaun of the Dead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And finally, I would like to thank God, because God gave me this Dundee.  And I really feel that God is in Chillies &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tonight." &lt;strong&gt;- Pam, The Office&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My mom gave me this 19 mill for my 13th birthday. Yeah. I'll always remember what she put on the card. "Jesus Loves Winners". That's why I always aim to win. " &lt;strong&gt;- Becky Ann Leeman, Drop Dead Gorgeous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I am so.   .  .frickin'.  .  .pissed.  This is the worst day of my life.  I went to go get my brows done, and I told her to make me look like Jay-Lo, and then that frickin' Russian toad made me look like.  .  .Liza Minellie or something, ya know?" &lt;strong&gt;- Tiffany Wilson, White Chicks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Everyone is laughing and riding and cornholing except Buster." &lt;strong&gt;Lucille, Arrested Development&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do what now?" &lt;strong&gt;- Meatwad, Aqua Teen Hunger Force&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So he. .  .sorta flew at me like a flying squirrel?" &lt;strong&gt;Scully, The X Files&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My boyfriend says I stare a lot."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, he's right, because you do.  Now stop staring at me.  And you really should blink, too.  Beacuse blinking shows that you're human." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Coach McGuirk, Home Movies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh for goodness sake.  .  .Hello Paula.  How was your fire?  I'm getting a divorce." &lt;strong&gt;-Mrs. Small, Homie Movies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I got rid of my teeth at a young age beacuse.  .  .I'm straight, teeth are for gay people.  That's why fairies come and get 'em." &lt;strong&gt;-Master Shake, Aqua Teen Hunger Force&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You must be shrooming." &lt;strong&gt;-Stewie, Family Guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"That makes me feel so warm inside my hallow, tin chest." &lt;strong&gt;-Chandler, Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do you know what we do to keep warm in Russia?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I can guess, baby."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We play chess."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I guessed wrong." &lt;strong&gt;-Austen Powers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It tastes like.  .  .burning!!" &lt;strong&gt;-Ralph, The Simpsons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The one.  .  .The only!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21575403-113843734257081246?l=michele88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/feeds/113843734257081246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21575403&amp;postID=113843734257081246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/113843734257081246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/113843734257081246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/2006/01/best-random-quotes-ever.html' title='Best Random Quotes Ever!'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338965653945809268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21575403.post-113843447705044381</id><published>2006-01-27T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T23:47:57.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oink Oink Little Piggies</title><content type='html'>Wow, I am a personal maid for the sales floor.  Tell me, why can't people pick up their crap?  About 85% of my day is spent picking up after everyone's mess.  But that's not what my job is!  I'm a sales rep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my day off, I went to where I work to do some shopping.  While I was there, I peeked into my department to see who was working (no one) and I saw this woman just drop a bunch of stuff on the floor and walk off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at her with my jaw open.  It's not like me to be so open.  Usually, I just roll my eyes once they are gone, but I made sure that she saw how disgusted I was with how she was acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today was awful.  I had to dig McDonalds out from under.  .  .I won't say, touch shoes that women tried on without socks, and pick up a cup full of who-knows-what.  All I know, is that it was a small cup, full of  yellow liquid, and didn't look like anything you'd buy in the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you consumers, for making my life a living a hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The one.  .  .The only!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21575403-113843447705044381?l=michele88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/feeds/113843447705044381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21575403&amp;postID=113843447705044381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/113843447705044381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/113843447705044381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/2006/01/oink-oink-little-piggies.html' title='Oink Oink Little Piggies'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338965653945809268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21575403.post-113839759296786974</id><published>2006-01-27T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T13:33:12.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waaa!</title><content type='html'>I have to go to work in T minues 10 minutes.  I'm debating on whether or not to kill my self in the next small bit of freedom that I have, but then I wouldn't get my paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  .  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll sweat it out just one more day.  Who knows, maybe I'll get to ride the floor buffer.  Sure, I might mow over a few kids, but their parents shouldn't be letting them run around, anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The one.  .  .The only!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21575403-113839759296786974?l=michele88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/feeds/113839759296786974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21575403&amp;postID=113839759296786974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/113839759296786974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/113839759296786974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/2006/01/waaa.html' title='Waaa!'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338965653945809268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21575403.post-113835548723928556</id><published>2006-01-27T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T01:56:49.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pam and Jim</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'd be lying if I said that I didn't mainly watch the show because of these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If none of you readers watch "The Office" (Thrusdays, 9:30pm) you are missing out on the best chemestry ever! Jim, who works as a sales rep at Dunder Miflin, is in love with the receptionist, Pam. There's only one catch. . .she engaged to a stupid bastard named Roy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Jim treats Pam with R-E-S-P-E-C-T, Roy often neglects his fiancee by ditching her to go out with the boys, checking out other women right in front of her, and holding her back from her dream of becoming an illustrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right from the first episode, I thought Pam was cool. And as soon as I saw Jim, I thought: "I hope there's a romance between those two." And less than 20 minutes later, Jim is giving longing looks at her desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I awesome or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their acting is so great, and I hope those two get together. I like them even better than Dawn and Tim. As much as I love those guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want the rainbow, you have to part with the rain." You know which philosopher said that? Dolly Parton. And people say she’s just a big pair of tits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The one.  .  .The only!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21575403-113835548723928556?l=michele88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/feeds/113835548723928556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21575403&amp;postID=113835548723928556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/113835548723928556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/113835548723928556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/2006/01/pam-and-jim.html' title='Pam and Jim'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338965653945809268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21575403.post-113835452020017868</id><published>2006-01-27T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T01:39:50.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has finally happened</title><content type='html'>I now have someone at work to look forward to seeing. Oh my gosh, call the papers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but it's really hard for me to find a guy I like. I get little crushes here and there, but I am just floored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always looks like he's tired. I hope he's not a druggie. I'm not going to date a guy who's hopped up on gumballs. No freaking way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't wait to see him everyday. Meh, I guess I'll have some eye candy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat's looking at the Alice Cooper look-alike that I see everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The one.  .  .The only!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21575403-113835452020017868?l=michele88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/feeds/113835452020017868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21575403&amp;postID=113835452020017868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/113835452020017868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/113835452020017868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/2006/01/it-has-finally-happened.html' title='It has finally happened'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338965653945809268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21575403.post-113835352829009116</id><published>2006-01-27T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T01:18:48.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay.  .  .</title><content type='html'>Who was the jackass who got my story deleted?  I worked really, really hard on that. And it wasn't as bad as some of the crap that has been deemed "acceptable" on that stupid site.  No sex scenes, hardly any swearing.  It was rated PG for hell's sake!Probably some prissy chick with a power trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;The one.  .  .The only!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21575403-113835352829009116?l=michele88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/feeds/113835352829009116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21575403&amp;postID=113835352829009116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/113835352829009116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21575403/posts/default/113835352829009116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michele88.blogspot.com/2006/01/okay.html' title='Okay.  .  .'/><author><name>Michele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06338965653945809268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
