<?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-12026724</id><updated>2011-11-12T20:45:16.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless &amp; Random Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>Brought to you by Tina Fabulous</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566139376125343459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i11.thefacebook.com/pics/1/4/n8604138_9681.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12026724.post-111571032502820726</id><published>2005-05-10T03:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T04:13:23.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OK OK OK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;OK -- By popular request, I have returned.  Don't you all have finals???  Get to work!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;An update:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Typed an 8 page paper last night.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Studied at the library today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I eat a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I don't sleep a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I know the entire staff at Steep &amp; Brew by now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;My favorite person there is Mitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;He gives me free whip cream on my coffee.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Ryan is following me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;No seriously, he's everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"If I had a dog, I would never need a man."&lt;br /&gt;I had my heart set on quadruple-tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;J202 is finally over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Boy did I hate Meredith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;And Elliot.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;They should die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Rar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12026724-111571032502820726?l=tinafab84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/feeds/111571032502820726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12026724&amp;postID=111571032502820726' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111571032502820726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111571032502820726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/2005/05/ok-ok-ok.html' title='OK OK OK'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566139376125343459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i11.thefacebook.com/pics/1/4/n8604138_9681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12026724.post-111570859611358404</id><published>2005-05-10T03:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T03:20:31.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to my Stevie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5078/640/me%2C%20steve2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5078/320/me%2C%20steve2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So here is a picture of me and my baaaaby. Aww don't we look cute together? I think this was taken at a bar. That means the real question is, why aren't we drunk?!?! Anyway, I would like to dedicate this post to Steve ... the best boyfriend a girl could have, the cutest and most sweetest guy that ever existed, and someone smarter than me for once ;) haha just kidding! I love everything about him -- and he's all mine so you can't have him!! muahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Some of the many things I love....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Our obsession with the Lion King &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   (and finding things that don't make sense in it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Our late night/early morning talks that last for hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Dinner dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;QT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;How much you love my hamster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Cuddles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;When you call me Tina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Your awesomeness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; at beer pong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;How you make me smile :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12026724-111570859611358404?l=tinafab84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/feeds/111570859611358404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12026724&amp;postID=111570859611358404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111570859611358404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111570859611358404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/2005/05/dedicated-to-my-stevie.html' title='Dedicated to my Stevie'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566139376125343459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i11.thefacebook.com/pics/1/4/n8604138_9681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12026724.post-111498378249182011</id><published>2005-05-01T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T17:45:25.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Greg loves the cock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5078/640/greg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 284px; height: 213px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5078/320/greg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is what we do to people who fall asleep on Mifflin Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12026724-111498378249182011?l=tinafab84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/feeds/111498378249182011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12026724&amp;postID=111498378249182011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111498378249182011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111498378249182011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/2005/05/greg-loves-cock.html' title='Greg loves the cock'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566139376125343459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i11.thefacebook.com/pics/1/4/n8604138_9681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12026724.post-111475670066061305</id><published>2005-04-29T02:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T02:49:08.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to The Onion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I would like to take a moment to point out the greatness that is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The Onion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;.  Of course, then,  one is not surprised to know that the paper originated in Madison.  We're some funny bastards up in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I am rarely ever disappointed by the Onion's creative genius, but I think this may be one of my favorite articles of all time. The headline reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Report: U.S. Foreign Policy Hurting American Students' Chances of Getting Laid Abroad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;But the headline is nothing without the accompanying photograph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5078/640/Onion%20Pic%20Pas%20de%20Sex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5078/320/Onion%20Pic%20Pas%20de%20Sex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Genius.  Just Genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Go to www.theonion.com to read the full article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12026724-111475670066061305?l=tinafab84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/feeds/111475670066061305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12026724&amp;postID=111475670066061305' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111475670066061305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111475670066061305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/2005/04/tribute-to-onion.html' title='A Tribute to The Onion'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566139376125343459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i11.thefacebook.com/pics/1/4/n8604138_9681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12026724.post-111455226003142377</id><published>2005-04-26T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T23:15:20.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So fitting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Why should I say it when a great song already says it for me? I'm sure you all can relate, so enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unkymoods.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.unkymoods.com/moodimgsrv.php?mID=69780" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"Motivation" by Sum 41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;What's the difference of never knowing at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;When every step I take is always too small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Maybe it's just something I can't admit, but lately,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I feel like I don't give a shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Motivation such an aggravation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Accusations don't know how to take them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Inspiration's getting hard to fake it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Concentration's never hard to break it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Situation never what you want it to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;What's the point of never making mistakes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Self-indulgence is such a hard habit to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;It's all just a waste of time in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I don't care so why should I even pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Motivation such an aggravation&lt;br /&gt;Accusations don't know how to take them&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration's getting hard to fake it&lt;br /&gt;Concentration's never hard to break it&lt;br /&gt;Situation never what you want it to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12026724-111455226003142377?l=tinafab84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/feeds/111455226003142377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12026724&amp;postID=111455226003142377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111455226003142377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111455226003142377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-fitting.html' title='So fitting...'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566139376125343459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i11.thefacebook.com/pics/1/4/n8604138_9681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12026724.post-111450538187241685</id><published>2005-04-26T04:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T04:50:42.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Life Lesson #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;It is now 3:42am and I just got home from a long night at the library so perhaps I will expand on this anecdote a little more tomorrow. But for now, know this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The first lesson of the night: Never yank your flash drive out from your computer in a hasty rage. You will lose all your files on it. You will be really upset. And it will make me feel all warm and goo-ey inside. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The second lesson of the night:  What goes around comes around, biotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12026724-111450538187241685?l=tinafab84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/feeds/111450538187241685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12026724&amp;postID=111450538187241685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111450538187241685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111450538187241685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/2005/04/important-life-lesson-1.html' title='Important Life Lesson #1'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566139376125343459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i11.thefacebook.com/pics/1/4/n8604138_9681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12026724.post-111422791327115541</id><published>2005-04-22T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T23:45:43.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's that girrrl?  My ridiculously hot friend of the week, that's who!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;la la la la la la la la la la la......who's that.....g-- OK, so i'd like to officially introduce the world to the hottest girl in Wisconsin, my friend, Kate Rogers. And she's not even FROM Wisconsin! Her hotness owns this town so bad. In fact, she's SO hot, that when she walks into a bar, all the hot guys turn and cry, "ooo, flirt with me! pick me!" Seriously, what other girl you know is from New York (which means she is better than you by default), downs an entire pitcher of beer by herself with a single straw, is MY lesbian lover, and walks in the cold cold snow with pointy shoes? Not only is this girl hot, but she's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STYLIN'&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; A poem: (I continue to be a poetic genius)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; There once was a girl named Kate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; Who I'd like to take out on a date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; She looks so fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; It blows my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; And now I can barely concentrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5078/640/kate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5078/320/kate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;See what I mean?  HOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12026724-111422791327115541?l=tinafab84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/feeds/111422791327115541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12026724&amp;postID=111422791327115541' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111422791327115541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111422791327115541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/2005/04/whos-that-girrrl-my-ridiculously-hot.html' title='Who&apos;s that girrrl?  My ridiculously hot friend of the week, that&apos;s who!'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566139376125343459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i11.thefacebook.com/pics/1/4/n8604138_9681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12026724.post-111413252302252446</id><published>2005-04-21T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T02:49:51.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;If you could choose to kill Ann Coulter in one way, how would you kill her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; I say death by blender.  Eh?  Ehhhhhhh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that would join her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;george bush&lt;br /&gt;my journalism TA&lt;br /&gt;viewers of fox news&lt;br /&gt;people who take taxis to class&lt;br /&gt;ashlee simpson&lt;br /&gt;the UNC basketball team &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12026724-111413252302252446?l=tinafab84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/feeds/111413252302252446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12026724&amp;postID=111413252302252446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111413252302252446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111413252302252446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/2005/04/crazy-bitch.html' title='Crazy bitch'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566139376125343459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i11.thefacebook.com/pics/1/4/n8604138_9681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12026724.post-111411907078876307</id><published>2005-04-21T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T17:31:10.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill me now</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;holy freaking mother of GOD i'm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;StREsSeD&lt;/span&gt; out of my MIND!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12026724-111411907078876307?l=tinafab84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/feeds/111411907078876307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12026724&amp;postID=111411907078876307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111411907078876307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111411907078876307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/2005/04/kill-me-now.html' title='Kill me now'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566139376125343459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i11.thefacebook.com/pics/1/4/n8604138_9681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12026724.post-111395724622327308</id><published>2005-04-19T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T20:43:08.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My little baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5078/640/kuku4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5078/320/kuku4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hi! I'm Kuku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5078/640/kuku12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5078/320/kuku12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can I please have a treat?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5078/640/kuku2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5078/320/kuku2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Fine.  Screw you.  I'll get it myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12026724-111395724622327308?l=tinafab84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/feeds/111395724622327308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12026724&amp;postID=111395724622327308' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111395724622327308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111395724622327308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-little-baby.html' title='My little baby!'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566139376125343459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i11.thefacebook.com/pics/1/4/n8604138_9681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12026724.post-111379906708419896</id><published>2005-04-18T00:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T22:12:17.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PUNK ROCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I just realized that I haven't dedicated a post to my Brazilian buddies yet! *gasp* ...and anyone who knows me well understands that is simply unacceptable. So here we go! Ah, memories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"pretty good, pretty good", "no boats no snowmobiles and no skiis...if y'all don't like me, blow me!", "In Brasil, we like to drink beer", Chara!, "Showering with frogs is not cool", RETARD, SOOOO AWESOME, Da Dragon, Brazilian English, Singing in the sauna..."you're just too good to be true", Downing in the pool, Thirsty party...are you thirsty??, SKOL, Mark's "rage", "Special", Chica Laza, Axé!, Haffa, Motherfucker, the sauna prank, Marta's "affair" on New Year's Eve, siririca, punheta, retardado, puta, baranga, tarado, Azualdo the pervert,"blink blink, nudge nudge", "Marcus Antonio", long talks in the HAM-mock, Nenad's 3-day hangover, LOYALTY, The Fonzi...ehhhh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"Whatever, I'm a fuckin' punk rocker dude"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;, Mima's drunken rapping ability, Canabrave, Marco's sleep talking after drinking too much wine, Batatas Fritas and Mericujas, Infinite amounts of CHEESE!, "Tonight, we will make Marcus a man", Smiiiiiiiile!, and wonderful company. I'll never forget you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5078/640/newyearsgroup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5078/320/newyearsgroup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Ilheus, Brazil, New Year's Eve 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12026724-111379906708419896?l=tinafab84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/feeds/111379906708419896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12026724&amp;postID=111379906708419896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111379906708419896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111379906708419896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/2005/04/punk-rock.html' title='PUNK ROCK'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566139376125343459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i11.thefacebook.com/pics/1/4/n8604138_9681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12026724.post-111379670748044174</id><published>2005-04-17T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T22:10:57.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How cute are WE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5078/640/meandblondie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5078/320/meandblondie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Me and Blondie playin' some pool....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12026724-111379670748044174?l=tinafab84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/feeds/111379670748044174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12026724&amp;postID=111379670748044174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111379670748044174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111379670748044174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-cute-are-we.html' title='How cute are WE?'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566139376125343459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i11.thefacebook.com/pics/1/4/n8604138_9681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12026724.post-111369078183481469</id><published>2005-04-16T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T21:09:52.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So fresh and so clean clean</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Luv Smilin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;way to cheat on me! and at OUR bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I don't really even know where to start, last night was lots of good times had with my favorite people! ... long arguments about peppercini quality, the prostitute on state street and betsy's freakishly *perfect* imitation of her walk, us girls kicking ass playing darts at bullfeather's ;) , my lucky 15's, seanie waiting in line to meet us for an hour at the wrong bar, "i'm just admiring the people behind the counter working their magic on the dough (steve), "except for that guy. that guy's a douche bag (greg)", betsy as the anchor and sail to the man overboard, discussion about the difference between "sha-pop" and "sha-pap"..."pop" is normal, "pap" is the sound of the penis hitting the face, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"greg, stop doing the prison dance in public", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;the girl in the red bootie dress, seeing veronica and crew, betsy joins my cheesestick crew!!, "i'm sorry, i'm gonna have to charge you for the air you're breathing", greg's favorite "treat"...pearl onions in a jar that disturbingly resemble ovum and contain 600 mg of sodium per serving (and greg eats all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;servings...do the math)!!..........and finally........this story is so funny that it deserves a longer explanation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;SO FRESH AND SO CLEAN CLEAN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(this made my night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;- guy on street approaches steve and comments about shiny silver SUV stopped at stop sign blasting "so fresh and so clean clean" on its radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;- steve encourages  guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;- guy runs over to SUV and proceeds to booty dance against trunk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;- this goes on for many minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;- SUV driver, frusterated, tries to back up into  guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;- so guy moves to side of SUV and continues to booty dance against tail light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;- driver gets out, pissed, takes 4 steps forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;- guy gets high fives from everyone on sidewalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;- driver gets back into SUV, defeated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;- guy says, "it was just so fresh and so clean clean, i couldn't resist!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12026724-111369078183481469?l=tinafab84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/feeds/111369078183481469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12026724&amp;postID=111369078183481469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111369078183481469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111369078183481469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-fresh-and-so-clean-clean.html' title='So fresh and so clean clean'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566139376125343459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i11.thefacebook.com/pics/1/4/n8604138_9681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12026724.post-111354757225636676</id><published>2005-04-15T02:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T02:49:14.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;OK.  So tonight I went to the gym, and upon entering, I was offered free chocolate at the front desk.   Now I must ask, what is the purpose of this?? Does this make logical sense to anyone?  I mean, it's a gym for god's sake.  People go there specifically to avoid encountering unheathly crap like chocolate!!  I guess while we're at it we might as well start selling girl scout cookies outside Jenny Craig or diet cokes with Big Macs...oh wait, that already happens.  So I guess chocolate at a gym isn't that weird after all, people just don't like to make sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Here's a picture Blondie sent me from way back on the weekend of fairy's birthday.  Love the black and white.  Now we look all mysterious and shit...or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5078/640/girls%20at%20the%20bar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5078/320/girls%20at%20the%20bar2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12026724-111354757225636676?l=tinafab84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/feeds/111354757225636676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12026724&amp;postID=111354757225636676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111354757225636676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111354757225636676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/2005/04/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566139376125343459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i11.thefacebook.com/pics/1/4/n8604138_9681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12026724.post-111354726385707150</id><published>2005-04-15T02:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T00:09:37.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A ghost?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5078/640/surprise%20steve-o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5078/320/surprise%20steve-o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;anyone have any clue what this guy is doing? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12026724-111354726385707150?l=tinafab84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/feeds/111354726385707150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12026724&amp;postID=111354726385707150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111354726385707150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111354726385707150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/2005/04/ghost.html' title='A ghost?'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566139376125343459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i11.thefacebook.com/pics/1/4/n8604138_9681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12026724.post-111337444027483211</id><published>2005-04-13T02:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T02:51:55.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My ridiculously hot friend of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So, my friend Stephie is like the hottest girl who ever walked the face of the planet. All the guys clearly want her, but she is all modest and stuff so she refuses to believe it... which makes them want her even more. Ok, so asides from being the hotness of hotness, she is also the smartest and most fun person ever and I love her!! She loves lip gloss and running. She loves to take straight shots of tequila without chasers. And she loves kicking your ass at Beirut. How cool is this girl? Just give up now, world, you'll never find anyone better than Werner!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5078/640/stephie%20on%20a%20tire11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5078/320/stephie%20on%20a%20tire11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So hot right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Another ode (I like writing these):  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; There once was a girl named Stephanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; And she was such a total hottie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; She got lots of boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; But to her they were all toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; For she was too good for their mediocrity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12026724-111337444027483211?l=tinafab84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/feeds/111337444027483211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12026724&amp;postID=111337444027483211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111337444027483211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111337444027483211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-ridiculously-hot-friend-of-week.html' title='My ridiculously hot friend of the week'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566139376125343459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i11.thefacebook.com/pics/1/4/n8604138_9681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12026724.post-111328032347580988</id><published>2005-04-12T00:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:34:23.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In a mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world can be a fucked up place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;...but take it in stride or else you'll go crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12026724-111328032347580988?l=tinafab84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/feeds/111328032347580988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12026724&amp;postID=111328032347580988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111328032347580988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111328032347580988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/2005/04/in-mood.html' title='In a mood'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566139376125343459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i11.thefacebook.com/pics/1/4/n8604138_9681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12026724.post-111315379878400033</id><published>2005-04-10T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T14:57:24.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ghetto Fishbowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Last night was even more fun!! Happy birthday, Eric! -- dude who knew my name but then later discovered we never met before. It was also great to see Sara and Zak and Clancy and Travis and Christine, who randomly turned out to speak Portuguese and gave me lessons at the party! And by the way, Zak is the greatest dancer I have ever seen...the man is a dancing genious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"Come on guys, Suavemente!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Then off to Bullfeathers to invent the ghetto fishbowl with Betsy, a pitcher of beer with 2 straws! Funny memories: "TWO STRAWS???"(bartender), the urinal etiquette lesson, "thats only something you do when you're alone and you're doing tricks", "Hey, I didn't know we hung out with the Road Runner...meep meep!", the cup races, Kate's tutu, defining the perfect breast, "I thought you were the Fonz for a minute", Steve scaring every guy that came within a two foot radius of us, theiving from the bar (yes, i stole another pitcher), "Are those chest piercings?"..."no! it's a necklace!", Greg confessing he always feels like a crowbar down a hallway... SEEING JOEL FISH!, the man on top. Oh man, we missed him. Such good times, and more to come. I love you guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12026724-111315379878400033?l=tinafab84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/feeds/111315379878400033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12026724&amp;postID=111315379878400033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111315379878400033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111315379878400033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/2005/04/ghetto-fishbowl.html' title='The Ghetto Fishbowl'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566139376125343459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i11.thefacebook.com/pics/1/4/n8604138_9681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12026724.post-111307652241258535</id><published>2005-04-09T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T18:31:16.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Balls Sandwich</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Ohhh last night was so fun! I love Steve :) , Lindsay and Matt are so cute, Kate is just funny stuff, and Greg, well he is a fairy who enjoys eating 5 pound bags of frozen corn kernels while playing poker and video games on a FRIDAY NIGHT...but I digress. It's okay though, because he gave me FLAN...I know you're jealous. Other funny stuff: "'It's pronounced 'Flaaan'", Playing Sonic and Knuckles, Kate's "pregnancy", The Big Balls Sandwich, Space Invaders= really really cool, stealing pitchers from the bar, and Papa John's, which makes every night complete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5078/640/big%20balls%20sandwich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/5078/320/big%20balls%20sandwich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;                                          (From a local restaurant's menu posted in window)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Mmmmmmm.......who wants one?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12026724-111307652241258535?l=tinafab84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/feeds/111307652241258535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12026724&amp;postID=111307652241258535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111307652241258535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111307652241258535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/2005/04/big-balls-sandwich.html' title='Big Balls Sandwich'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566139376125343459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i11.thefacebook.com/pics/1/4/n8604138_9681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12026724.post-111300732037890451</id><published>2005-04-08T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T20:42:00.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An interesting lil anecdote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Alcibiades, the gifted but inscrupulous Greek, was noted as an unhappy man.  Someone asked Socrates why it was that Alcibiades, who had traveled much and had seen so much of the world, was still an unhappy man.  The sage answered, "Because wherever he goes, he always takes himself with him."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12026724-111300732037890451?l=tinafab84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/feeds/111300732037890451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12026724&amp;postID=111300732037890451' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111300732037890451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111300732037890451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/2005/04/interesting-lil-anecdote.html' title='An interesting lil anecdote'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566139376125343459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i11.thefacebook.com/pics/1/4/n8604138_9681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12026724.post-111299456752868906</id><published>2005-04-08T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T20:26:28.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem dedicated to my favorite class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So it's my first day on this thing. Apparently blogs are the new cool...or something something. I even have a friend doing a senior thesis on blogs, so I figure I'll make an attempt to become more tech savvy. muhaha. I'll start with writing about an insane class called Journalism 202, which is designed to demolish all inklings of an incoming journalism student's self-esteem and lead them to believe they are worthless human beings incapable of simple communication skills. Sign-up today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ode:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a class named J202&lt;br /&gt;that liked to make all of its students blue.&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't get any A's&lt;br /&gt;And it ruined their GPA's&lt;br /&gt;So they quickly gave up and learned kung-fu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...random. Just like I promised.&lt;br /&gt;Tchau people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12026724-111299456752868906?l=tinafab84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/feeds/111299456752868906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12026724&amp;postID=111299456752868906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111299456752868906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12026724/posts/default/111299456752868906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinafab84.blogspot.com/2005/04/poem-dedicated-to-my-favorite-class.html' title='A poem dedicated to my favorite class'/><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03566139376125343459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i11.thefacebook.com/pics/1/4/n8604138_9681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
