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  <title>There's no time, no space, no law.</title>
  <subtitle>♥</subtitle>
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    <email>danakblacklock@hotmail.com</email>
    <name>je m'appelle dana ♥</name>
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  <updated>2008-03-13T21:49:27Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:she_called:128566</id>
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    <title>Let the semi-ficticious tribulations begin.</title>
    <published>2008-03-13T21:28:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-13T21:49:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Despite the fact that I'm coming down with&amp;nbsp;zee influenza, I&amp;nbsp;feel really great because I've finally figured out how to do my character introduction for my novel I am writing. &lt;br /&gt;Though my writing has been on a three month hiatus, I toyed with Chapter 2 continously.. only to click &amp;amp; drag it into my recycle bin. &lt;br /&gt;But I've finally got the character's&amp;nbsp;intros planned, &amp;amp; I've got the whole story mapped out in my head. &lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty stoked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go drink fruit punch &amp;amp; snuggle with my cat now, under my wonderous quilt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty fucking aggravated that the Habs game isn't televised on cable tonight, not gonna lie. &lt;br /&gt;It's a big game, ques-ce que fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;EDIT;&lt;/strong&gt; Upon my arrival home I was greeted with pink tulips that have yellow edges&amp;nbsp;from Scott( he even put them in a vase for me!), as well as some fruit punch in my Montreal Canadiens mug. &amp;amp; now he is making a dinner that is ultimate comfort food. Best.. boyfriend.. EVAR. Yes yes, even over Sergei!</content>
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    <title>MAKE ME LAUGH.</title>
    <published>2008-03-13T13:58:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-13T13:58:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got this idea from the uber lovely &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_time_we_keep' lj:user='time_we_keep' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://time-we-keep.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://time-we-keep.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;time_we_keep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favourite misheard lyric?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:she_called:127778</id>
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    <title>Random fact: I hate Sean Avery. The end.</title>
    <published>2008-03-12T03:36:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-12T03:36:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>me drumming on my desk in a drunken stupor?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">+ work days are going by very fast this week&lt;br /&gt;+ Habs won 4-0 to&amp;nbsp;New Jersey tonight, putting us in first place again&lt;br /&gt;+ Carey Price confidence for the win!&lt;br /&gt;+ Sergei Kostitsyn should consider marrying me.&lt;br /&gt;+ Dani makes me giddy!&lt;br /&gt;+ hangouts with&amp;nbsp;Courtney, Jen, Jenna, Meg, Brandy &amp;amp; Dani in the near future. i loves girly hangouts &amp;amp; can't wait for winter hibernation mode to be over!&lt;br /&gt;+ possible Niagara University hockey game on Sunday with dad, followed by 'za &amp;amp; wings in&amp;nbsp;Buffalo for dad's bday&lt;br /&gt;+ my new stir fry creation&lt;br /&gt;+ sushi with Coleman this week?&lt;br /&gt;+ Aaron's hilarity&lt;br /&gt;+ my born-again love for&amp;nbsp;the vino. seriously, i hadn't had wine in ages. now, i'm all over it once again.&lt;br /&gt;+ having the Hockey Night In Canada theme song on my iPod. (it's actually a Sony walkman but i still, for some reason, just refer to it as an iPod.)&lt;br /&gt;+ hating Sean Avery. always.&lt;br /&gt;- the fact that i like hating someone so much.&lt;br /&gt;+ i don't hate anyone..&lt;br /&gt;- ..except Sean Avery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:she_called:127564</id>
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    <title>Drat.</title>
    <published>2008-03-08T03:18:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-08T03:18:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>old U2</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I am so over winter.&lt;br /&gt;Like, so over it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;We're done.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I won't be making it into work tomorrow, &amp;amp; thankfully Karen can cover the office for the day, but I'm somewhat dissapointed. I was looking forward to taking some time to give the office a good spring cleaning &amp;amp; sort files &amp;amp; start planning something new for&amp;nbsp;marketing for this month. I've been pumped since I've gotten back from my trip, but business is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; slow. I know today it was because of the weather. We had the worst Friday today; the worst Friday I've seen since I've been working as manager &amp;amp; it's quite disheartening because we're doing everything right. I guess it's just that time of year. The late winter slump? Let's call it that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Shoppers &amp;amp; bought new shampoo/cond., some hair smoothing serum,&amp;nbsp;face wash &amp;amp; body wash.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, that stuff always gets me excited.&lt;br /&gt;New toiletteries for the win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now, it's time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;Things are a little stressful at work &amp;amp; it's wearing me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for spring.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for my spark to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:she_called:127253</id>
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    <title>Aaaaand.. I'm back.</title>
    <published>2008-03-06T00:26:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-06T00:26:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I'll short-form everything since people skip lengthy, drawn-out blog entries&amp;nbsp;AKA I know I do, so I figure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Caribbean Cruise&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ excellent trip&lt;br /&gt;+ warm weather&lt;br /&gt;+ five-star meals everyday&lt;br /&gt;+ down-filled pillows &amp;amp; comforters&lt;br /&gt;+ a balcony suite&lt;br /&gt;+ blackjack in the ship's casino&lt;br /&gt;+ buying pretty jewellery&lt;br /&gt;+ pina coladas galore&lt;br /&gt;+ swimming in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;+ finding a starfish in said ocean&lt;br /&gt;+ gathering cool rocks &amp;amp; shells at the beach&lt;br /&gt;- gathering 'green gems' at the beach excitedly, only to later find out they were pieces of a broken Heineken bottle. (The edges were smooth because of being in the ocean for so long, fooled me!)&lt;br /&gt;- non-waterproof sunblock causing me an insane sunburn w/ blisters&lt;br /&gt;- spending my last 2.5 days in great pain due to said sunburn&lt;br /&gt;- no hockey news, not even on trade deadline day!&lt;br /&gt;+ finding a man on the beach with a Canucks shirt on whom we retrieved trade news from&lt;br /&gt;+ seeing an iguana randomly in a tree!&lt;br /&gt;+ my iguana dance!&lt;br /&gt;+ purchasing a lot of booze for cheap! (it's disturbing what we pay for booze in Canada when you see the prices over at the islands)&lt;br /&gt;- island poverty. houses with barred doors &amp;amp; windows. voodoo country.&lt;br /&gt;- dad renting a car in St. Maartens &amp;amp; getting us lost in the mountains, only to end up at the very top where we found a jail! it was a total National Lampoon kind of day we had there.&lt;br /&gt;+ $2 Corona's on the beach&lt;br /&gt;- a horrible Beatle's "tribute" performed by the ship's entertainment. (Craig, you would have walked onto the stage &amp;amp; taken a crunch on their faces.)&lt;br /&gt;+ Starbucks green tea latte&lt;br /&gt;+ creme brule&lt;br /&gt;+ seafood galore&lt;br /&gt;+/- sushi, but&amp;nbsp; not as good as Danny's :)&lt;br /&gt;- homesickness hitting me Wednesday evening&lt;br /&gt;- missing my friends &amp;amp; my cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Other random shit..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ coming home to find out the Habs were in first place in the East (now in second, but eh!)&lt;br /&gt;+ a client of mine lent me two Montreal Canadiens related books. &lt;em&gt;Lions In Winter&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; a story&amp;nbsp;on Jean Belliveau.&lt;br /&gt;+ oddly enough, going back to work was nice.&lt;br /&gt;+ possibly going to a fantasia party with Melinda Saturday night, tee hee!&lt;br /&gt;+ crunchy peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;+ Scott's mom's German Chocolate Cake brownies!&lt;br /&gt;+ Jenna visiting me at the office today with her cute little pregnant belly&lt;br /&gt;+ Spring approaching &amp;amp; me not hibernating&lt;br /&gt;+ currently feeling like there is nothing to worry about in life &lt;strong&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>&amp;lt;3</title>
    <published>2008-02-07T15:14:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-07T15:14:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am absolutely loving these two songs at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="58" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="59" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>YAAAHHHH!!</title>
    <published>2008-02-06T14:59:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-06T14:59:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ONE MORE POINT FROM BEING NUMBER ONE IN THE DIVISION &amp;amp; CONFERENCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope bad weather doesn't hit for this weekend. I neeeeeeed to be at the Ottawa game Saturday. EEEEEE!!!!!!</content>
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    <title>Ole ole.</title>
    <published>2008-02-02T21:56:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-02T21:56:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;This is such a great year to be a Habs fan. Oh my word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today has been lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Scott is in Detroit so I've been enjoying some quiet time. I went to the grocery store &amp;amp; bought greek style pita's, pizza sauce, mozza cheese, mushrooms &amp;amp; green peppers, &amp;amp; created a cute &amp;amp; tasty mini pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I snuggled on the couch with a quilt &amp;amp; watched the Candiens &amp;amp; Islanders game, dozing off here &amp;amp; there.&lt;br /&gt;Really, it feels like a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, hangouts at Andrew's with the crew. Poker, Guitar Hero &amp;amp; sushi.&lt;br /&gt;I can deal with that.</content>
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    <title>I don't sleep 'til it's light.</title>
    <published>2008-02-02T17:17:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-02T17:17:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Lol. Last night was all sorts of randomness. All sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I had the best mini pizza made on a greek pita. Holy shit, move over Delissio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will bake cupcakes today.. if I can get my ass in gear.</content>
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    <title>I do.. etc.</title>
    <published>2008-02-01T03:25:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-01T03:25:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I am craving sushi bad right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystle's wedding was a lot of fun &amp;amp; the photographer is absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Us girls having some fun in the hallways..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos-472.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v184/63/81/600060472/n600060472_2254191_8285.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The bridesmaids &amp;amp; the lucky groom..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos-472.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v184/63/81/600060472/n600060472_2254187_6983.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Us girls &amp;amp; the stunning bride.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos-472.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v184/63/81/600060472/n600060472_2254197_292.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:she_called:123629</id>
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    <title>Oh wow.</title>
    <published>2008-01-24T17:59:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-24T17:59:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I have the day off, &amp;amp; I'm sitting here drinking wine. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I come across &lt;a href="http://canadiens.nhl.tv/team/launch.htm?type=fvod&amp;amp;id=9242&amp;amp;catid=452"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now I'm all cryfaced &amp;amp; stuff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Where have all the good sodas gone?</title>
    <published>2008-01-22T23:44:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-22T23:44:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I went to Lick's today &amp;amp; I had a vanilla coke. &lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a vanilla coke in years, basically since they took it off the market. &lt;br /&gt;Why would they take such a soda off the shelves? &lt;br /&gt;Same with Crystal Clear Pepsi. It was good &amp;amp; yes, it tasted different than dark Pepsi. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, also, A&amp;amp;W Cream Soda. It's like you have to go to a specialty pop shop to even find that stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yet they find it necessary to shelf flavours like Pepsi's Caramel Cream &amp;amp; Strawberries &amp;amp; Cream. Who drinks that shit? Do people really like the feeling of their teeth corroding? I know, regular pop has just as much sugar, but seriously. The taste that dances on your palate screams cavaties. SICK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things that have been discontinued that piss me off: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Smackers Apple Blossom cologne spritzer&lt;br /&gt;+ Lucky You Lucky Brand perfume&lt;br /&gt;+ XYX for women&lt;br /&gt;+ Bonkers candy&lt;br /&gt;+ Cookie Crisp cereal&lt;br /&gt;+ Rialto body wash &amp;amp; cream (this green colour they used to have, totally forget what it was called.)&lt;br /&gt;+ Rialto vanilla body spray</content>
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    <title>Flashy.</title>
    <published>2008-01-22T03:10:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-22T03:10:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last weekend, on Sunday to be exact, I got stoned on my couch &amp;amp; watched Much Music's "Your Fave Videos From the 80's" countdown.&lt;br /&gt;It was all kinds of bliss, snuggled under a blanket with a goofy grin on my face watching the tackyest videos ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hooked on this song since.&lt;br /&gt;I love the "Ohh ohh ohhhhh's".. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; I totally have an 80s crush on the keyboard player. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="55" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>YEEEUH!</title>
    <published>2008-01-18T01:23:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-18T01:23:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I'M GOING TO OTTAWA FEB 9TH TO SEE THE HABS PLAY THE SENS!!&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, my father &amp;amp; I are crazy. We are seriously driving to Ottawa for one night. ONE night.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, &amp;amp; Courtney &amp;amp; I are joining a woman's gym!&lt;br /&gt;Stoked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Laugh!</title>
    <published>2008-01-12T18:21:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-12T18:21:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sigh. I love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking of their laughs makes me feel all giddy inside.&lt;br /&gt;I love how incredibly silly my boys are &amp;amp; how incredibly cynical &amp;amp; sarcastic my girls are.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had recordings of everyone's laughs individually. That would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick again &amp;amp; trying to fight it off with disgusting Tylenol liquid death that tastes like syrup scooped from the river styx.&lt;br /&gt;I gag &amp;amp; get chills everytime I drink it.&lt;br /&gt;But Halls, they are my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I would stop getting sick already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is shopping with Ness, then Scott &amp;amp; I are taking her for sushi, then we are going to watch many movies.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to rent:&lt;br /&gt;I Heart Huckabees&lt;br /&gt;Running With Scissors&lt;br /&gt;About A Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Ness is bringing Superbad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the excitement.</content>
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    <title>Oh snap!</title>
    <published>2008-01-09T03:02:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-09T03:02:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I just love reading excellent, excellent news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over Daniel Johns, but for the sake of me seven years ago, SHAZAAM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chartattack.com/damn/2008/01/0405.cfm"&gt;Natalie Imbruglia &amp;amp; Daniel Johns Set To Divorce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the trio's reaction!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2007/10/28/N_SILVERCHAIR_narrowweb__300x440,0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, maybe that was my reaction. Regardless..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; BEST OF ALL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nhl.com/nhl/app/?service=page&amp;amp;page=NewsPage&amp;amp;articleid=349113"&gt;Andrei Markov Among All-Star Starters, Finishes Second To Crosby In Eastern Conference Voting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://cdn.nhl.com/images/upload/2008/01/markov_andrei_canadians_skates_255x305.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BABY!!!!!!!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Just when you think you know me, I'm in the West.</title>
    <published>2008-01-08T02:55:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-08T02:55:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Scott's sister &amp;amp; I about spending saturday/sunday together.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ness says: &lt;br /&gt;yay! so excited! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* - Ladytron says: &lt;br /&gt;w00t me too! i have to go to the pen to bootlegger too if you dont mind tagging along, on the way back to welland.. scott works until 8:00 so it will be a later dinner but we can figure something out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* - Ladytron says: &lt;br /&gt;maybe catch a moooovie, i wanna see 27 dresses! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ness says: &lt;br /&gt;oh cute yeah! I have a new boy to tell you about lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...um hello, little sister I never had, right there!!! BOOYAH!!! I fucking love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm off tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;shazaam!</content>
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    <title>Float on!</title>
    <published>2008-01-04T03:07:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-04T03:21:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I kinda feel like a dink because I haven't really made a post bidding 2007 adieu.&lt;br /&gt;Hell, besides November &amp; December, 2007 was a great year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that anyone really cares but, this is mostly to archive pointform memoires for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random +'s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ my promotion at work&lt;br /&gt;+ seeing silverchair with Dani &amp; Ness&lt;br /&gt;+ my introduction to Pad Thai via Dani&lt;br /&gt;+ road trip to Montreal with dad, seeing the Habs play (&amp; win) at home ♥&lt;br /&gt;+ meeting Bob Gainey &amp; Mr. Gilette&lt;br /&gt;+ growing a real appreciation for the fancy tea scene&lt;br /&gt;+ discovering Shibuki, best sushi place I've ever been to&lt;br /&gt;+ learning how to play Texas Hold'em&lt;br /&gt;+ The Burning Crusade&lt;br /&gt;+ adopting Marcus ♥&lt;br /&gt;+ experiencing life as a blonde&lt;br /&gt;+ maintaining friendships that are worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;+ finally starting to write my novel&lt;br /&gt;+ being awarded 'branch of the month'&lt;br /&gt;+ learning to make sushi&lt;br /&gt;+ cooking a lot&lt;br /&gt;+ wisdom teeth extractions &amp; the pain killers that came with (hah)&lt;br /&gt;+ meeting some great people&lt;br /&gt;+ getting into Canadian Idol&lt;br /&gt;+ new Smashing Pumpkins (about fucking time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some -'s&lt;br /&gt;- losing my grandfather&lt;br /&gt;- no play-offs for Montreal in the '07 season&lt;br /&gt;- random things with work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things making me stoked about 2008&lt;br /&gt;+ CRUISE!&lt;br /&gt;+ quitting smoking&lt;br /&gt;+ eating healthy &amp; excercising&lt;br /&gt;+ Montreal road trip with the boys&lt;br /&gt;+ two year anniversary with Scott&lt;br /&gt;+ more reading&lt;br /&gt;+ more writing&lt;br /&gt;+ more cooking&lt;br /&gt;+ Canadian Idol 6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (DISCLAIMER! Overwhelming amount of videos behind cut.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These songs will remind me of 2007. A lot of dancy shit but hey, I ain't afraid of guilty pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="35" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="36" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="37" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="38" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="39" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="40" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="41" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="42" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="43" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="44" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="45" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="46" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="47" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="48" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="49" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="51" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="52" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="53" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="54" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Attention à la dynamite.</title>
    <published>2008-01-03T00:19:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-03T00:19:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;It must be psychological, because obviously a new year doesn't &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; realign the planets &amp;amp; tamper with my aura or anything, but I feel refreshed &amp;amp; ready for a new year.&lt;br /&gt;I was so positive &amp;amp; productive today. I feel like me again, after two months of hellish shifts &amp;amp; stress &amp;amp; craziness.&lt;br /&gt;This makes me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melinda was training our new part-timer today. So we now officially have four people on staff.&lt;br /&gt;Excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went tanning after work &amp;amp; it felt rejuvinating. I want colour for the wedding at the end of Jan &amp;amp; of course, for the cruise. Totally thinking about my getaway every day. I look at the Web site a couple of times a week &amp;amp; just smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the Habs, I'm so stoked. They are thrid in the Eastern division &amp;amp; I totally know they are going to make the play offs this year. They &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to. I can't wait to build a Habs shrine over my dads TV &amp;amp; do our pizza, beer &amp;amp; wings night during the first play off series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized something the other day that made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Leafs fans know they are stuck with a bad team (mostly due) to horrible management &amp;amp; can joke about it with eachother but no other team fan. When around other team fans they will drag you down with them. That is a typical Leafs fan.&lt;br /&gt;But Habs fans, we're so oblivious sometimes. We don't really diss any team unless it's Toronto &amp;amp; we think we are going to win the Stanley Cup every year. Every year is &lt;em&gt;our year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Just kind of a random, funny thought.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes, I'm guilty of the aforementioned.&lt;br /&gt;I like to dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling it from dark to bright&lt;br /&gt;When a wrong becomes a right&lt;br /&gt;When a mountain fills with light&lt;br /&gt;It's a volcano.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>The supposed subject line.</title>
    <published>2007-12-29T03:29:29Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-29T03:29:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div class="entryText"&gt;Because I'm too lazy to get into specifics, I will simply say that my christmas was great &lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks to all who sent me lovely christmas cards. Sorry I didn't send any out this year, work threw me out of any sort of real festive mood I could have gotten into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I now harbour a new appreciation for baked brie.&lt;br /&gt;I already have a recipe stewing in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Two double oh seven.</title>
    <published>2007-12-29T03:09:29Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-29T03:09:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Some stolen&amp;nbsp;questionnaires&amp;nbsp;rehashing 2007...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back to the first day of every month and post the first sentence.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January: This week has been glorious so far. Maybe being blonde is, in fact, more fun? Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February: Despite being in a very happy relationship, seeing Valentine's Day stuff everywhere is annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March: The Ryan Smyth trade. Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April: What a week! I'm glad it's over. It wasn't horrible, but I'm still glad it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May: Rick Astley's never gonna: a) give you up b) let you down c) run around d) desert you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June: Wisdom teeth extraction/surgery was a cakewalk. No pain or swelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July: I will post one, &amp;amp; only one performance from Canadian Idol last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August: Been a while, where to commence? I suppose where I left off would make sense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September: Today I don't want to cut my hair anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October: Stella Artois is such a lovely.. thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November: &lt;font size="2"&gt;Scott keeps watching the OC. If I'd never been in his pants before I'd think he had a vagina.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December: Doo&amp;nbsp;doo doo. I have no clue. Too much wine. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a simple quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="entryText"&gt;1) Where did you begin 2007?&lt;br /&gt;at my place with Scott &amp;amp; some friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What did you do in 2007 that you'd never done before? &lt;br /&gt;Got put under for surgery. It pretty much ruled. Is that weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year? &lt;br /&gt;Didn't make one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Were you in school (anytime this year)? &lt;br /&gt;I took a night class because I was bored. Litigations. It was all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Did anyone close to you give birth?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;An old friend had a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Any new additions to your family? &lt;br /&gt;Hmm nah, I believe Ethan was born late 2006..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Did anyone close to you die? &lt;br /&gt;My Granfather passed in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Did you know anybody who got married? &lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What countries did you visit?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, the US. Exciting, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How did you earn your money? &lt;br /&gt;By working of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Where did most of your money go?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;rent, bills, gas, sushi, poker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Did you have any encounters with the police? &lt;br /&gt;Nah son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What would you like to have in 2008 that you lacked in 2007?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;A house? Hah. Yeah, won't happen this year. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What date from 2007 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Dates mean nothing to me unless something insanely huge happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What was your biggest achievement of the year? &lt;br /&gt;Being promoted to manager &amp;amp; getting 'office of the month' in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What was your biggest failure? &lt;br /&gt;I don't really feel like I failed at anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Did you suffer illness or injury? &lt;br /&gt;Nah. Nothing really serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where did you go on holidays/vacation? &lt;br /&gt;Montreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What was the best thing you bought?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Whose behavior merited celebration?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Melinda. She keeps me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Not worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What did you get really, really, really excited about? &lt;br /&gt;The news that we are going on a cruise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Did you move anywhere? &lt;br /&gt;Nah. Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Where do you live now? &lt;br /&gt;Same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What song will always remind you of 2007? &lt;br /&gt;Timbaland Feat. JT &amp;amp; Nelly Furtado - Give it to me&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Play secretary, I'm the boss tonight.</title>
    <published>2007-12-19T03:08:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-19T03:08:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Entries are so few &amp;amp; far between for me these days that I never know where to start when I finally sit down &amp;amp; try to get one going.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The Hair Situ.&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I&amp;nbsp;did a strand test with two different&amp;nbsp;ways of dyeing blonde hair brown that was suggested to me&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; ended up thrpwing med. brown box dye on my head. It worked, no problem. It's the chocolatey brown I had hoped for =)&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pics eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Work.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last month &amp;amp; a half I have been working five days a week which have comprised 12 hour shifts here &amp;amp; there. For the last three weeks I've had three 12 hour shifts put into my work week. I'm so exhausted. After this week things will be back to normal, finally.&lt;br /&gt;It's gotten to the point where all I want to do is sleep. I have to force myself out of bed every morning (always running late, too) &amp;amp; once I get home I have to force myself to stay up &amp;amp; do something with myself so that my life isn't all work &amp;amp; sleep. Only three more days of this shit, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;Though, this week it really started to affect me. At some points, while at work, I experienced dizzy spells &amp;amp; almost felt like fainting. At other points, I'd blink &amp;amp; randomly see stars &amp;amp;/or spots. Not cool, right? So I decided to make a Dr.'s appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Chez le Docteur.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't been to the Docters since Sept. 05. Crazy, right?&lt;br /&gt;I told him what I'd been experiencing &amp;amp; he took my blood pressure, which turns out to be really low. He then told me he's 99% sure I'm anemic &amp;amp; I now have to go for blood tests this weekend. I hate going for blood work. It makes me want to faint. &amp;amp; because I'm getting checked for several things, there will be many little vials to fill. You know, when they stick the needle into your vein, &amp;amp; switch through like, five different vials? God I hate that. &amp;amp; what I hate about me is the fact that even though it makes me feel ill, that little sick &amp;amp; twisted side of me makes me watch the blood spit into the glass. Even though I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;But, at least I've got answers now. This explains why i've been so uninspired &amp;amp; distant &amp;amp; lacking energy to do anything. I'm glad it is fixable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Christmas shopping, y0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;I had today off because I worked an unexpected 12 hour shift yesterday, so Scott &amp;amp; I grabbed our Timmie's coffee &amp;amp; headed to Wal*Mart this afternoon, figuring it would be a one-stop shop. It almost was. We've got 90% of our christmas shopping done. W00t! &amp;amp; we did it in style, too.&lt;br /&gt;We got his sister Lynn these really nice satin-y pajamas, striped different pinks &amp;amp; black, with these super cozy slippers.&lt;br /&gt;We bought his nephews some clothes. God I love shopping for kid's clothes. Scott &amp;amp; I joked about it being awkward, &amp;amp; joked that this would be the last time for a long time that we shop for kids clothes (since we continuously 'ha-ha' people our age who are having children already) but we actually had a blast doing it. We kept bouncing around the kids section deciding on which outfits, which shirts went well with what pants, it's was scary. Hah =)&lt;br /&gt;For his mom, I picked out a martini making set &amp;amp; a four piece set of pina colada glasses.&lt;br /&gt;My mom, i got a $50 gift certificate for a winery &amp;amp; a new purse.&lt;br /&gt;My dad, a wallet &amp;amp; I am going to frame a picture of him from when we went to Montreal. He had his picture taken at the press table where Guy Carbonneau sits during press conferences. It's a really nice photo. So I'm going to blow it up &amp;amp; frame it.&lt;br /&gt;Now basically we just need to get for Scott's dad, his brother in law, &amp;amp; a few other things here &amp;amp; there.&lt;br /&gt;Scott &amp;amp; I don't bother exchanging gifts at christmas because our birthdays are so close to it &amp;amp; most of all, our anniversary is in January. So we just wait for that, &amp;amp; we're totally cool with it, too.&lt;br /&gt;So, after my blood tests on Saturday, I will treat myself to Bailey's &amp;amp; coffee, fancy gift wrapping &amp;amp; Hanson's xmas CD. Yeah, I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;My book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;All I can say is I really can't wait to have five days off &amp;amp; be back to normal &amp;amp; actually have some inspiration &amp;amp; energy to start writing again. I had started chapter two a few weeks ago, totally happy with it's opening, &amp;amp; then lost my spark because of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am counting the seconds for that cruise. Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, time for bed. The only reason I didn't go to bed at 8:30 is because I needed to shower &amp;amp; let my hair dry.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are now shutting.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, green tea, for at least making my exhaustion feel comfortable &lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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    <title>Blonde to brown</title>
    <published>2007-12-12T16:53:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-12T16:53:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the maintenance of blonde hair, so wanna go back to chocolatey brown.&lt;br /&gt;A hairdresser said if I did that I shouldn't go all brown at once, just do gradual low-lights. But hairdressers will of course tell you to do the complicated salon thing, right? (I think, anyways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously just going to get a box of dye &amp; do it.&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone else gone from blonde to brown?&lt;br /&gt;How did you do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme know!</content>
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    <title>I quit.</title>
    <published>2007-12-06T02:01:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-06T02:01:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today marks day four of no smoking.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually pretty disgusted with it lately.&lt;br /&gt;Smoking, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't been so hard, these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure my sore throat is helping.&lt;br /&gt;But, whatever works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to feeling better in the morning &amp; not having a cramped up chest on Sunday mornings after partying &amp; smoking all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, tomorrow is Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, not bad.</content>
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    <title>A happy one it was.</title>
    <published>2007-12-03T01:58:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-03T01:58:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>silverchair - Straight Lines</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; totally feeling like shit, because last night was a fucking awesome time &amp;amp; today I am totally paying for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ parents brought me out for dinner&lt;br /&gt;+ went to Andrew's, where he hosted my birthday party&lt;br /&gt;+ my dad joined us in a game of poker&lt;br /&gt;+ there was catering &amp;amp; it was delicious&lt;br /&gt;+ there was booze which was also delicious, but doesn't seem as delicious today&lt;br /&gt;+ "Good job.. birthday boy."  ..  "Um, it's YOUR birthday." .. "I guess."&lt;br /&gt;+ "Pocket aces!" .. "Awwwwwww, good for you!!!"   *fold*&lt;br /&gt;+ Went heads up with Aaron in the second game. Our heads up lasted two freaking hours!! We ended up going all in with shitty hands 'cause we felt bad for making everyone wait. His shitty hand was better, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, this was clearly the best birthday I've had thanks to my loving posse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy in the face area!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos-415.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v165/226/114/509481415/n509481415_704746_757.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le gateau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos-415.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v165/226/114/509481415/n509481415_704629_3294.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coleman &amp; I. He's pretty much the funniest person you'll ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-415.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v165/226/114/509481415/n509481415_704633_4506.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jen &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-415.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v165/226/114/509481415/n509481415_704645_4795.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor, me &amp; dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-415.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v165/226/114/509481415/n509481415_704637_6705.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-415.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v165/226/114/509481415/n509481415_704646_5083.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-415.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v165/226/114/509481415/n509481415_704636_6441.jpg"&gt;</content>
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