<?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-32188980</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:25:12.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So That Happened...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-116553311361913545</id><published>2006-12-07T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T15:11:53.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;footloose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/QqZORAOGl0s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/QqZORAOGl0s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;here ya go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-116553311361913545?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/116553311361913545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=116553311361913545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/116553311361913545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/116553311361913545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/12/footloose-here-ya-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-116250124839768453</id><published>2006-11-02T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T13:00:48.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Fighting with people online is like being in the Special Olympics.  Even if you win, you are still retarded."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-116250124839768453?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/116250124839768453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=116250124839768453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/116250124839768453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/116250124839768453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/11/fighting-with-people-online-is-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115836489529294027</id><published>2006-09-15T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T17:01:35.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ass Music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A specific sub-genre of rock music in the late 1990's - Present classified by its unique vocal and musical archetypes.  The vocals of Ass Music draw most of their influence from Blink-182's vocals, specifically Tom Delonge's.  The drums are generally sloppy and the over-extended guitar breaks lean heavily on 80's rock ballad chords and styles.  Though this music has had popular success so could be classified as "pop," traditional pop music can not be considered ass music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples:  AFI, Fall Out Boy, Relient K, My Chemical Romance, Panic! at the Disco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Questions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115836489529294027?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115836489529294027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115836489529294027' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115836489529294027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115836489529294027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/09/ass-music-specific-sub-genre-of-rock.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115747465095932371</id><published>2006-09-05T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T09:44:10.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When's The Next Holiday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, cuz I am ready for it. I need sleep, and food. Definitely food. And no holidays until Thanksgiving. Great. I'm so taking a vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115747465095932371?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115747465095932371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115747465095932371' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115747465095932371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115747465095932371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/09/whens-next-holiday-seriously-cuz-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115712861904512882</id><published>2006-09-01T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T09:36:59.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Concert Weeks Ends...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers last night. So kick ass. Much better than Assfet 2006 (aka the MTV VMA's) Highlights of the evening: Orange and Baby Blue tuxedos are ALL the rage. And Jed the fish has bigger boobs than I do. It was also a study in who has the good hookup and who has the bad. People to the right of me, stanky weed and BO. To the left, the good shit. Guess which side had the white afros?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115712861904512882?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115712861904512882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115712861904512882' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115712861904512882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115712861904512882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/09/concert-weeks-ends.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115705274584267222</id><published>2006-08-31T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T12:32:25.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mythbusters:  The Home Game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered lately that people sometimes have strange first impressions.  Its become quite comical.  My question is this, should I be insulted or amused?  I've gotten everything from scary to prudish, it has run the virtual gambit.  What's interesting are the ones that keep popping up, leaving me to wonder if it something I am projecting.  Especially when the truth is somewhere in between.  I guess we all feel the need to categorize people the minute we meet them.  So, as an excercise, my first impression of some chitters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camm:  overtly flaming.  &lt;em&gt;Definitely false, he's so flippin' butch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik:  Laid back, slightly funny.  &lt;em&gt;True, at least so far.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacks:  Innocent and cool.  &lt;em&gt;False, she is so much cooler!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick:  A quiet girl.  &lt;em&gt;False, obviously.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimeny:  Personality disorder with child like intellect.  &lt;em&gt;Half right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chubs:  Quiet funny guy.  &lt;em&gt;False, loud, crude, and funny is more like it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion, I'm a judgemental biatch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115705274584267222?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115705274584267222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115705274584267222' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115705274584267222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115705274584267222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/08/mythbusters-home-game-ive-discovered.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115704379522378927</id><published>2006-08-31T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T10:03:15.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Midnight&lt;br /&gt;Lock all the doors&lt;br /&gt;And turn out the lights&lt;br /&gt;Feels like the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not a sound&lt;br /&gt;Outside the snow's coming down&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I can't seem to find&lt;br /&gt;The quiet inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:02&lt;br /&gt;The space in this room&lt;br /&gt;Has turned on me&lt;br /&gt;And all my fears have cornered me here&lt;br /&gt;Me and my TV screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The volume's down&lt;br /&gt;Blue lights are dancing around&lt;br /&gt;And still, I can't seem to find&lt;br /&gt;The quiet inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daylight is climbing the walls&lt;br /&gt;Cars start and feet walk the halls&lt;br /&gt;The world awakes and now I am safe&lt;br /&gt;At least by the light of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and scene.  one of the best songs ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115704379522378927?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115704379522378927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115704379522378927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115704379522378927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115704379522378927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/08/midnight-lock-all-doors-and-turn-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115696633525578404</id><published>2006-08-30T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T12:32:15.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Late Nights...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a big fan of sleep. I like it. I never get it anymore, but last night so worth it. Rocking concert, 2 hours of music, all niceness. EXCEPT for one thing. The damn people that leave early. Doesn't make sense to me. So you want to beat traffic so bad that you miss them playing "Everlong" acoustic? What is wrong with you? The last song the artist plays is always the most requested or the latest single. Don't people pay attention anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, the nerdy extra tall gay guys in front of me left so that worked in my favor but still, EVERLONG! Some people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115696633525578404?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115696633525578404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115696633525578404' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115696633525578404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115696633525578404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/08/late-nights.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115686811733822283</id><published>2006-08-29T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T09:15:17.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;For the Record...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making out for less than 90 seconds in VIP does not get you pregnant.  No matter how drunk you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115686811733822283?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115686811733822283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115686811733822283' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115686811733822283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115686811733822283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-record.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115677883637998177</id><published>2006-08-28T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T08:27:16.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Joke of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blonde is walking down the street with her two golden retrievers.  A lady and her son walk up.  The lady says, "Those are beautiful dogs, what are there names?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde responds, "Timex and Rolex."  The lady is perplexed, so she asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do they have such weird names."  The blondes sighes and rolls her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Duh, because they're &lt;em&gt;WATCH&lt;/em&gt; dogs!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115677883637998177?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115677883637998177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115677883637998177' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115677883637998177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115677883637998177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/08/joke-of-day-blonde-is-walking-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115654198351574366</id><published>2006-08-25T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T14:39:43.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Camm Update&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got discharged, waiting on surgery. Hopefully anyway. Stoopid hospital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115654198351574366?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115654198351574366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115654198351574366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115654198351574366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115654198351574366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/08/camm-update-got-discharged-waiting-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115646017641390802</id><published>2006-08-24T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T15:56:16.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Healthwatch 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No surgery yet.  Keeping him for a bit, don't know how long yet.  If you want the room number and junk, he welcomes visitors so let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115646017641390802?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115646017641390802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115646017641390802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115646017641390802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115646017641390802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/08/healthwatch-2006-no-surgery-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115643649294907247</id><published>2006-08-24T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T09:21:32.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Camm is at the hospital...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed, prayers, whatever it is you do, do it.  Hopefully everything is all routine and he's all good.  Updates when available.  Anyone got any happy news?  I'm all ears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115643649294907247?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115643649294907247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115643649294907247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115643649294907247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115643649294907247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/08/camm-is-at-hospital.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115635191382677921</id><published>2006-08-23T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T09:51:53.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This One is for My Homies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my sick peeps, feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115635191382677921?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115635191382677921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115635191382677921' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115635191382677921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115635191382677921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-one-is-for-my-homies.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115635142433031576</id><published>2006-08-23T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T09:43:44.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Don't Be Glib...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't get old!  Making fun of crazy Tom Cruise has become a national pastime, much like that great sport of baseball.  ( :-p )  Why is it so funny?  Someone please explain, because I find myself laughing every single time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115635142433031576?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115635142433031576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115635142433031576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115635142433031576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115635142433031576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/08/dont-be-glib.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115617786152873087</id><published>2006-08-21T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T09:31:01.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Because SOMEONE is a Hater...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do the Red Sox need to do most to catch the Yankees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray 67%&lt;br /&gt;Get better starting pitching 23%&lt;br /&gt;Get Jason Varitek back 10%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best poll ever?  Definitely in the top 10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115617786152873087?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115617786152873087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115617786152873087' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115617786152873087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115617786152873087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/08/because-someone-is-hater.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115593285901445187</id><published>2006-08-18T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T13:27:39.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So for something completely different...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was my SONG when the album came out.  Aaaah, college days...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bitch Please"&lt;br /&gt;(feat. Nate Dogg, Xzibit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Intro:]&lt;br /&gt;[Xzibit]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Time to bring your ass to the table y'all&lt;br /&gt;It's X to the Z, Xzibit&lt;br /&gt;Snoop double G, uh O.G&lt;br /&gt;(Westcoast, Los Angeles)&lt;br /&gt;Uh, bring it live, Dr. Dre&lt;br /&gt;What&lt;br /&gt;Throwin' up a big ass W&lt;br /&gt;Coverin' up the world, right&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, listen, look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1:]&lt;br /&gt;[Xzibit]&lt;br /&gt;You ain't try to high box with me&lt;br /&gt;I'm swing hard liquor&lt;br /&gt;Goin' down by the second round&lt;br /&gt;All for the underground&lt;br /&gt;Hideout sound&lt;br /&gt;Xzibit mackin' down for my conflict&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the nonsense, terrorist&lt;br /&gt;Hit a bomb shit&lt;br /&gt;Blast with metal in every direction&lt;br /&gt;Innocent bystanders taught a very hard lesson&lt;br /&gt;I'm the reason there's no time to reach for that weapon&lt;br /&gt;And reason why Niggas promise keep on steppin&lt;br /&gt;'Xzibit ready to scrap&lt;br /&gt;Like Mike Tyson with his license back9 to 5, minimum wage&lt;br /&gt;What type of lights is that for me&lt;br /&gt;It not for me&lt;br /&gt;You fuckin' round with the Sundance Kid and Butch Cassidy&lt;br /&gt;You outta your destiny&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna tango with the X,&lt;br /&gt;strangle your neckslap like the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;Drunk drivin' tryin' to stack my loot&lt;br /&gt;While other rappers gettin' treated like a prostitute&lt;br /&gt;So check the sound scale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook:]&lt;br /&gt;[Snoop Dogg]All I wanna be was a G, ha&lt;br /&gt;My poor guide, Nigga please, ha&lt;br /&gt;Breakin' on these motherfuckin' keys, ha&lt;br /&gt;Let's get these motherfuckin' G's, ha&lt;br /&gt;Bet you don't wanna fuck with this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2:]&lt;br /&gt;[Snoop Dogg]&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, big Snoop DoggBack up in the heazy baby&lt;br /&gt;You jockin' my style&lt;br /&gt;You so crazy&lt;br /&gt;Dre said, Ain't No Limit to this&lt;br /&gt;As long as we drop gangsta shit&lt;br /&gt;Look here bitch&lt;br /&gt;You fine and I dig your style&lt;br /&gt;Come fuck with a Nigga&lt;br /&gt;Do it Doggystyle&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gentile, sentimental&lt;br /&gt;Shit, we fucked in a rental&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln Continental&lt;br /&gt;Um, coast to coast&lt;br /&gt;L.A. to Chicago&lt;br /&gt;I get this pussy everywhere that I go&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah Nigga you know what's happenin' man)&lt;br /&gt;X-ing bitches and your click can't say no&lt;br /&gt;(These bitches know what time it is)&lt;br /&gt;I get this pussy everywhere that I go&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, oh, a story bout a Nigga like me)&lt;br /&gt;X-ing bitches and your click can't say n&lt;br /&gt;o(I'ma hip these hoes, Nigga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook:]&lt;br /&gt;[Xzibit]&lt;br /&gt;Bitch please&lt;br /&gt;Get down on your goddamn knees&lt;br /&gt;For this money, chronic, blow that weed&lt;br /&gt;You fuckin' with some real O.G's&lt;br /&gt;Bitch please&lt;br /&gt;Bitch please&lt;br /&gt;Get down on your motherfuckin' knees&lt;br /&gt;We came to get the motherfuckin' G's&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you fuckin' with some real O.G's&lt;br /&gt;You dick-tease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3:]&lt;br /&gt;[Snoop Dogg]&lt;br /&gt;Bitch please&lt;br /&gt;Now what you need to do is&lt;br /&gt;Hand my coat&lt;br /&gt;And roll me some dough in&lt;br /&gt;Different strokes,for different folks&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you like settin' Niggas up and gettin' them loc's&lt;br /&gt;Oh, cute lil' bitch with a whole lot hard&lt;br /&gt;Shit get thick when the lights get dark&lt;br /&gt;She said she got some lick for me&lt;br /&gt;Worked about 200 G's and 30 keys&lt;br /&gt;Now check this out Dre&lt;br /&gt;Snap if I don't move&lt;br /&gt;Then a Nigga like me&lt;br /&gt;Shit I don't lose&lt;br /&gt;But you know me&lt;br /&gt;Dogg I'm movin'&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' to it, but to get the groovin'&lt;br /&gt;You've been waitin' on a Nigga like meT&lt;br /&gt;o take your chance and ride with men and beat up the pussy&lt;br /&gt;A victim off the circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Pass the devil&lt;br /&gt;They always wanna dance&lt;br /&gt;See we grow up with a bang&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin' to work this cold thing&lt;br /&gt;And take this whole thing&lt;br /&gt;I get the money everywhere that I go&lt;br /&gt;I bust a bitch and take here money fo' sho'&lt;br /&gt;I get the money everywhere that I go&lt;br /&gt;I bust a bitch and take here money fo' sho'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Outro:]&lt;br /&gt;[Nate Dogg x4]&lt;br /&gt;Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna step to me&lt;br /&gt;Still claimin' DPG&lt;br /&gt;Till the day I D-I-E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115593285901445187?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115593285901445187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115593285901445187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115593285901445187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115593285901445187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-for-something-completely-different.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115591553493619836</id><published>2006-08-18T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T08:38:54.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;They Don't Write Them Like They Used To&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a nobody till somebody loves you&lt;br /&gt;You're nobody till somebody cares&lt;br /&gt;You may be king, you may possess the world and its gold&lt;br /&gt;But gold won't bring you happiness when you're growin' old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world still is the same, you'll never change it&lt;br /&gt;As sure as the stars shine above&lt;br /&gt;You're nobody till somebody loves you&lt;br /&gt;Find yourself somebody to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[very brief instrumental]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a nobody till somebody loves you&lt;br /&gt;You're nobody till somebody cares&lt;br /&gt;You may be a king, you may possess the whole world and its gold&lt;br /&gt;But gold won't bring you happiness when you're gettin' old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world still is the same, you'll never change it&lt;br /&gt;As sure as the stars shine above&lt;br /&gt;You're nobody, nobody till somebody loves you&lt;br /&gt;So find yourself somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get yourself somebody&lt;br /&gt;Because you're nobody till somebody loves you&lt;br /&gt;You're nobody till somebody cares&lt;br /&gt;You may a king, you might possess the big fat world and its gold&lt;br /&gt;But gold won't bring you happiness when you're growin' old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world, the whole world's the same, you'll never change it change it&lt;br /&gt;As sure as the stars shine above&lt;br /&gt;You're a nobody till somebody loves you&lt;br /&gt;So find yourself somebody somebody to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simplistic, sweet, and to the point. Why does EVERYTHING have to be so depressing now? I blame those emo bastards.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115591553493619836?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115591553493619836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115591553493619836' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115591553493619836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115591553493619836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/08/they-dont-write-them-like-they-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115583569245624656</id><published>2006-08-17T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T10:28:12.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A LITTLE ALICIA FOR A THURSDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, oh oh , ?&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;A. Keys. Let's go&lt;br /&gt;Lemme Lemme, Lemme, Lemme&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell you something&lt;br /&gt;Tell ya how I feel&lt;br /&gt;When he comes around&lt;br /&gt;I gettin to feelin ill&lt;br /&gt;It's a aching feelin I&lt;br /&gt;nside my chest&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm goin in-to cardiac arrest&lt;br /&gt;Adrenaline rushin in my body,&lt;br /&gt;Over my power I just can't fight it.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter how,&lt;br /&gt;I keep on tryin&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny&lt;br /&gt;I've got this heartburn&lt;br /&gt;Burnin in my soul (heart burn)&lt;br /&gt;Call the fire department (ooh ,heartburn)&lt;br /&gt;It's out of control (heartburn) ohhh&lt;br /&gt;You got me trippin,slippin&lt;br /&gt;Gettin beside myself&lt;br /&gt;I tried some medication&lt;br /&gt;But don't nothin help&lt;br /&gt;So I said, Doctor doctor, tell me will I die&lt;br /&gt;And he said "count to five Alicia"&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gone be alright&lt;br /&gt;Lets go, 1, 2, 3, 4&lt;br /&gt;Adrenaline rushin in my body,&lt;br /&gt;Over my power I just can't fight it.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter how,&lt;br /&gt;I keep on tryin&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny&lt;br /&gt;I've got this heartburn&lt;br /&gt;Burnin in my soul (heart burn)&lt;br /&gt;Call the fire department (ooh ,heartburn)&lt;br /&gt;It's out of control (heartburn) ohhh&lt;br /&gt;Taste so good, I can't resist&lt;br /&gt;Gettin harder to digest&lt;br /&gt;Can't take no mo,&lt;br /&gt;Gotta shake it off&lt;br /&gt;Now break it down, and take it to the ground with me now&lt;br /&gt;Everybody say oh.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, uh oh oh,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I got this (heartburn)&lt;br /&gt;Burnin in my soul (heartburn)&lt;br /&gt;Call the fire department (heartburn)&lt;br /&gt;It's out of control (heartburn)&lt;br /&gt;What you trynna do (heart burn)&lt;br /&gt;Burin in my soul (heartburn)&lt;br /&gt;Call the fire department (heartburn)&lt;br /&gt;It's out of control (heartburn) ohh, uh&lt;br /&gt;Shake it, Shake it, Shake it, Shake it off (go head girl)&lt;br /&gt;Shake it, Shake it, Shake it, Shake it off (ohhhooohhh)&lt;br /&gt;Shake it, Shake it, Shake it, Shake it off (go head girl)&lt;br /&gt;Shake it, Shake it, Shake it, Shake it off (ohhhooohhh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115583569245624656?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115583569245624656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115583569245624656' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115583569245624656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115583569245624656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/08/little-alicia-for-thursday-uh-oh-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115575356858945626</id><published>2006-08-16T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T11:39:28.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Why Work Sucks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a specific job, I'm good at it.  Or so says my review I got.  But I get here this morning and its:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, um, you are so close to finishing your goal and stuff why don't you stop what you are doing completely and do this person's job.  Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that.  I was &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; close.  And slam!  Door closed.  And I'm stuck doing a boring ass job that ain't even mine.  And I guarantee next week I will hear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, you are a little behind in your work.  Buckle down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate office politics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115575356858945626?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115575356858945626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115575356858945626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115575356858945626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115575356858945626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-work-sucks-i-have-specific-job-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115567722920842636</id><published>2006-08-15T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T14:27:09.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3670/3513/1600/happy%20dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3670/3513/320/happy%20dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Happy Dance Brought to You by Jacks' Raise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115567722920842636?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115567722920842636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115567722920842636' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115567722920842636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115567722920842636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-happy-dance-brought-to-you-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115566535461446780</id><published>2006-08-15T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T11:09:14.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Is This a Good Idea?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party, people I don't know, but in a public place.   A little freaked?  &lt;em&gt;OF COURSE!&lt;/em&gt;  I'm not stoopid.  But I know some people, and a few unmet people intrigue me.  So we will see if they show, you know who you are, I hope you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least there is booze, and I'm always carrying my own drink from the bar.  A girl can't be too careful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115566535461446780?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115566535461446780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115566535461446780' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115566535461446780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115566535461446780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-this-good-idea-party-people-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115530778239545693</id><published>2006-08-11T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T07:49:42.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't sleep.  Got to work at 6:30.  Still drunk.  It's gonna be a long day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115530778239545693?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115530778239545693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115530778239545693' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115530778239545693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115530778239545693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/08/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115523358858460393</id><published>2006-08-10T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T11:13:08.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3670/3513/1600/Tommy%20Q.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3670/3513/320/Tommy%20Q.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pick Up the Pieces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a drift on an ocean all alone&lt;br /&gt;You came and rescued me&lt;br /&gt;When I was far from home&lt;br /&gt;Rush of love around my heart&lt;br /&gt;Just as I fell apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever cared as much for me (as much for me)&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's touched my heart and healed my pain&lt;br /&gt;You've picked up the pieces and put me back together again&lt;br /&gt;Ooo ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careful, we're fragile and easily we break&lt;br /&gt;In your arms I'm certain&lt;br /&gt;It's all the love we make&lt;br /&gt;Rush of love around my heart&lt;br /&gt;Just as you take my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever cared as much for me (as much for me)&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's touched my heart and healed my pain&lt;br /&gt;You've picked the pieces and put me back together again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write you name in&lt;br /&gt;Stars across the sky (stars across the sky)&lt;br /&gt;We'll drift away in&lt;br /&gt;To each others eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ya (Hey ya)&lt;br /&gt;Hoy ya ya ya yaya, oh ya ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever cared as much for me&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's touched my heart and healed my pain&lt;br /&gt;You've picked the pieces and put me back together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever cared as much for me (as much for me)&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's touched my heart and healed my pain&lt;br /&gt;You've picked the pieces and put me back together again&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever cared as much for me (as much for me)&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's touched my heart and healed my pain&lt;br /&gt;You've picked the pieces and you've put me back together again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115523358858460393?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115523358858460393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115523358858460393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115523358858460393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115523358858460393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/08/pick-up-pieces-i-was-drift-on-ocean.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115522624957462498</id><published>2006-08-10T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T09:10:49.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tourist in Your Own Town&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a friend is in from out of town. Felt bad yesterday because I got sick and had to take a day off of work but didn't get to take him anywhere. So we went to Hollywood and Highland last night then to City Walk. Not sure why that is smart to stay out until 2:00 in the morning when I was sort of sick and had to go into work the next day, but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did notice something when we all went out, I don't know a lot about tourist stuff. He of course wanted to see the Walk of Fame and I find myself reading the stars beneath my feet and getting almost as excited as he was. I didn't take a picture of certain ones like he did but it was interesting to be pay attention to the tourist things people like to do when they come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the night cap? Hearing "Don't Stop Believin'" at the piano bar on city walk. Nothing beats that chit! Well, unless Steve Perry would have walked in and taken over lead vocals, I think I would have died.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115522624957462498?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115522624957462498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115522624957462498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115522624957462498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115522624957462498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/08/tourist-in-your-own-town-so-friend-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115507821837397912</id><published>2006-08-08T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T16:03:38.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ATTENTION WHORES UNITE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, so I have this problem.  I am so not popular anymore!  I mean, what is UP with that?  It's like, soooo retarded!  Window licker retarded even!  I mean, like, I put up a picture of me in the bathtub and that went over sooooooooo well.  My hair looked HELLA good and stuff so the boys likeded it.  It was nice.  They gave me some REALLY nice compliments.  I didn't know that when I look at the camera that way it means "come fuck me."  That's like information I can use, baby!  Cuz there is this SUPER HOT guy that works at the club as a bouncer, but anyways back to the topic at hizand.  This new girl showed up and she is super duper sweet.  But she like, has bigger boobs and stuff so I think she is better than me.  Don't worry, I already moved up my boob job appointment, I'm not dumb.  But until then, how do I get them to look at ME again?  I mean, how else am I going to know what I really look like?  I can't like trust myself or anything!  Gosh!  So, any ideas people?  I totally could use some help!  LIKE PRONTO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115507821837397912?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115507821837397912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115507821837397912' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115507821837397912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115507821837397912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/08/attention-whores-unite-k-so-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115506565946317394</id><published>2006-08-08T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T12:34:19.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So Sad...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone left. They went to lunch or whatever, but they left. And then my picture wouldn't load. Double sad. Where is everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wait...day just got better.  Annoying office girl just fell into the filing cabinet.  Ha!  Still miss the gang though, but at least now I am laughing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115506565946317394?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115506565946317394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115506565946317394' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115506565946317394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115506565946317394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115505772331243049</id><published>2006-08-08T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T10:22:03.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday Headache.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that you are supposed to get more than two hours of sleep?  No joke!  I figured this out this morning when I woke up after what should be classified as a nap and had the biggest damn headache.  And I'll I could think was, at least if I drank last night this might be worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115505772331243049?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115505772331243049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115505772331243049' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115505772331243049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115505772331243049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/08/tuesday-headache.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115497174331386158</id><published>2006-08-07T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T10:29:03.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PSA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. Today I come to you with a problem that is plaguing office buildings everywhere. Now this is a very sensitive issues so all children should be locked away in a different room with ear-muffs and blindfolds on. All the kids gone? Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem we will be speaking on today is the smelly person in your office. You know the one. The one you see leaving for the bathroom and know that you should go in there for at least an hour so you stop drinking your green tea. Today, we speak to those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the good of all mankind, STOP! If you are having, "intestinal issues" either stay at home and make a GI doctor's appointment or at least have the courtesy to bring your own air freshener. There are variety of them on the market, from flower to fresh scents. You might even want to change your diet. I'm just saying, it's something you should look into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to those people, please help. Only you can stop the nose plugging that happens down the hallways near the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115497174331386158?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115497174331386158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115497174331386158' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115497174331386158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115497174331386158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/08/psa-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115496760386293290</id><published>2006-08-07T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T09:20:04.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GHOSTS OF ...SUMMER'S PAST?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come in and out of your life, it happens. They leave for different reasons, you lose touch, you fight, you grow apart, etc. With some people, you miss them. You see something that just reminds you of them and you wonder what happened to them. You allow the moment of nostalgia and then usually move on, if you are meant to see them then you will. That's my policy at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the other people. The ones you lost touch with for a reason. The ones that you purposely distance yourself from because if you have to deal with them for one more minute you just might have to check yourself into a psychiatric hospital to heal the damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately it is the second group that likes to show up on your doorstep one day, without calling, looking to reconnect. It is times like that I really wish I was cold and heartless so I could just slam the door in their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who just SHOWS UP at someone's place when they haven't seen you in years?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115496760386293290?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115496760386293290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115496760386293290' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115496760386293290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115496760386293290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/08/ghosts-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32188980.post-115471385296422730</id><published>2006-08-04T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T10:50:52.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Baby Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this friend, Jacks.  We used to chit all the time.  We had a whole crew.  But now someone or something is stopping her from coming to chit.  Please help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shells&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32188980-115471385296422730?l=starturtle44.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/feeds/115471385296422730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32188980&amp;postID=115471385296422730' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115471385296422730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32188980/posts/default/115471385296422730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starturtle44.blogspot.com/2006/08/dear-baby-jesus-i-have-this-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Shell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806575433720730080</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>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
