<?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-5884617003574420521</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:00:32.560-04:00</updated><category term='potential'/><category term='hobbies'/><category term='beginnings'/><category term='Scrooge'/><category term='Over Haul'/><category term='black'/><category term='tired'/><category term='attraction'/><category term='Gaga'/><category term='meaning'/><category term='Sayaka Kajita Ganz'/><category term='rent'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='art'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='Peter Pan'/><category term='kittens'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='association'/><category 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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On occasion, some may be correct. But do not do their work  for them. Seek any job; ask anyone out; pursue any goal. Don’t take it  personally when they say “no” — they may not be smart enough to say  “yes”. - Keith Olbermann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-5410845923645479682?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/5410845923645479682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-more-countdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/5410845923645479682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/5410845923645479682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-more-countdown.html' title='No more Countdown :('/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-5230819575797789383</id><published>2010-06-02T14:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T14:16:12.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm already marked for Assassination.</title><content type='html'>Somebody forgot to logout of her gmail account before she left our apartment.  You know who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-5230819575797789383?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/5230819575797789383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-already-marked-for-assassination.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/5230819575797789383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/5230819575797789383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-already-marked-for-assassination.html' title='I&apos;m already marked for Assassination.'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-2320296335833843190</id><published>2010-04-12T08:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:10:55.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Le sigh</title><content type='html'>I hate not having real internet on a regular basis or a computer that only lasts maybe an hour when it actually does charge. I can't even regular check up on the blogs I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want/need to get back to blogging. I miss it so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-2320296335833843190?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/2320296335833843190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/04/le-sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/2320296335833843190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/2320296335833843190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/04/le-sigh.html' title='Le sigh'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-1369522374247205368</id><published>2010-03-12T21:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:07:38.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened?</title><content type='html'>My pictures from my previous post have pulled a houdini. Oh no! Well if you're curious as to what they looked like click on that post's title for a link to the website.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-1369522374247205368?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/1369522374247205368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-happened.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1369522374247205368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1369522374247205368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-happened.html' title='What happened?'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-986968273758097670</id><published>2010-03-03T14:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T14:52:10.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Ar Direction by creative director and makeup artist Adriana Gerasimova</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://behance.vo.llnwd.net/profiles/84986/projects/440561/849861267553855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 465px; height: 335px;" src="http://behance.vo.llnwd.net/profiles/84986/projects/440561/849861267553652.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://behance.vo.llnwd.net/profiles/84986/projects/440561/849861267553591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 447px; height: 603px;" src="http://behance.vo.llnwd.net/profiles/84986/projects/440561/849861267553591.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-986968273758097670?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://addminimal.com/' title='Beautiful Ar Direction by creative director and makeup artist Adriana Gerasimova'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/986968273758097670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/03/beautiful-photography-creative-director.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/986968273758097670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/986968273758097670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/03/beautiful-photography-creative-director.html' title='Beautiful Ar Direction by creative director and makeup artist Adriana Gerasimova'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-4999536287078482826</id><published>2010-03-03T14:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T14:34:54.465-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eclectic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignorant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and white'/><title type='text'>*Headdesk*</title><content type='html'>Let me take a moment to say: "Yay! 100th post!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so its so amusing to see how idiotic people can be. I'm a very eclectic person, not matter if its movies, music, books, or even people. While I've been known to go through phases where I'll stick to one genre, I'm pretty much into everything. So it annoys me when someone tries to label me without seeing the whole picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boss is trying to revamp the office and one of the things is having music playing in the lobby area. Now I'm not a big fan of that because the music could be very distracting. But, hey, I only work here. And for two more weeks at that. So I decided if they're going to be music playing, that it might as well be something I enjoy, while also appropriate for work. Last night I decided to put on Depeche Mode. Its music that fit the mood for it being late and nothing really going on, yet still had a good beat going. So one of the assistants after a while calls me emo because I listen to Depeche Mode. Really? You've decided to categorize and label me as one specific genre based on one band that I decided to play. Completely ignoring that I played Wolf Parade, Radiohead, and Taking Back Sunday earlier. Also ignoring that Depeche Mod is really more of a gothic/early industrial band than "emo". He tried to call them a forerunner of Emo when that title should more so go to The Cure if you're going to try and look at how the genre came to be what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find him to be very childish and its easy to ignore him, but I find it annoying that people label based on very little information. Its ridiculous. And I'm not saying that that I don't do it myself. Though I do try to get all the facts when I can. I hate when people judge me because of random shit and not knowing the whole picture and I try to not do that to others. But people like this guy just get to me with their three-year-old mentality of everything is black and white and there couldn't possible be any other way. Le sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-4999536287078482826?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/4999536287078482826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/03/headdesk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/4999536287078482826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/4999536287078482826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/03/headdesk.html' title='*Headdesk*'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-1048365191744075081</id><published>2010-03-02T12:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:18:27.229-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C&apos;est la vie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Djarum Blacks'/><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't really put anything about my life up in the past couple of days as I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not had the mental energy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I feel awkward writing about certain things at work because I always feel like someone is looking over my shoulder.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So, I want to play a little catch up to let everyone in the know and hopefully I'll go into more detail in upcoming posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been annoyed that my Boss had said back in October/November that as part of "teaching"part of our internship he would have us meet with a couple of people in the business. After that we never heard about it again. Not even a whisper. So I finally got the balls (especially after to talking to Lauren from &lt;a href="http://hipstercrite.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hipstercrite&lt;/a&gt;) to talk to one of the other manager about meeting some of his clients. So far I've meet two of the three that I talked about and playing email tag with the other as he is very busy. I feel so satisfied that I finally did something for myself instead of trying to wait for the Boss for fulfill empty promises. And while of the topic of work...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two mangers that I really liked (thankfully not the one that helped me to get meetings) got fired last week. The first Monday night after everyone left work the other of Friday. I loved them both. They were great people and great managers. I'm so thankful that I'm only here for another 2 weeks or it would be truly weird having to work without either of them here. The office feels so empty both in physical sense and of good energy. I most favorite I hope to keep in contact with. Especially since he would give me a good word depending on were I'll be working once I graduate or maybe make to move out to LA and work for him or for wherever he works next.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And the last point on work. So last week I got my final paycheck for work. The amount was more that I thought it was suppose to be but I wasn't going to say anything. But unfortunately I got  call yesterday from the accountant saying that I had to write them back a check for the amount that I wasn't suppose to receive . Dammit! I wish there was a way for me to get out of having to give the money back. I have been so broke with the little that I'm being paid vs living costs. So much I wanted to do while I was out here on this coast and I couldn't because I barely had money to feed myself after paying rent, let alone wanting to do something fun. Plus the fact that I was doing 50 hr work weeks meant that I couldn't really have a part time job. I really want to see how long I can put it off. C'est la vie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And the most amazing thing that has happened, I've saved for last. So I ran out of cigarettes about 11 days ago and have somehow haven't had a cigarette since. I don't think I've ever gone that long without one. Even when I was trying to quit (or atleast tried to smoke less). I wont declare this my "I've stopped smoking!". Especially since I'm patiently waiting for Big's friend to give me a case of Djarum Blacks. Big was so sweet to think of me to get his friend to do that. Maybe if I can learn to pace myself I can got back to smoking Blacks and every couple of months either have some get me Blacks or go and get them myself. Nice excuse for a road trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-1048365191744075081?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/1048365191744075081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/03/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1048365191744075081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1048365191744075081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/03/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-5166726098634007671</id><published>2010-02-25T13:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T13:28:31.100-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sayaka Kajita Ganz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='io9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycle'/><title type='text'>Beauty Recycled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sayakaganz.com/Emergence_files/EmergenceConv3s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 593px; height: 444px;" src="http://www.sayakaganz.com/Emergence_files/EmergenceConv3s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While browsing &lt;a href="http://io9.com/"&gt;io9&lt;/a&gt; this morning I came across this wonder piece of art by &lt;a href="http://www.sayakaganz.com/Home.html"&gt;Sayaka Kajita Ganz&lt;/a&gt;. Sayaka is an artist that was born in Japan but now lives in Indiana. She made the sculptures above as well at several other pieces made out of random pieces of plastic junk. Objects as simple as parts from action figures or a plastic mixing spoon can be combined to create such a wonder works of art. Here is a closer look at a piece called "Sparkle".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sayakaganz.com/Sparkle_files/SparkleD02s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 398px;" src="http://www.sayakaganz.com/Sparkle_files/SparkleD02s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish these pieces were in a gallery that closer to where I am so I could go visit them. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-5166726098634007671?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/5166726098634007671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/beauty-recycled.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/5166726098634007671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/5166726098634007671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/beauty-recycled.html' title='Beauty Recycled'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-9183521723667436228</id><published>2010-02-17T14:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T14:17:01.378-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disgust'/><title type='text'>I'm going to have nightmares tonight. Great.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.gawkerassets.com/assets/images/8/2010/02/500x_tw_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://cache.gawkerassets.com/assets/images/8/2010/02/500x_tw_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-9183521723667436228?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/9183521723667436228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-going-to-have-nightmares-tonight.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/9183521723667436228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/9183521723667436228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-going-to-have-nightmares-tonight.html' title='I&apos;m going to have nightmares tonight. Great.'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-7496294185235473556</id><published>2010-02-16T11:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T11:26:45.537-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Can I just lay down my head?</title><content type='html'>I feel unwell enough to not want to go into work. But, I know I'm not really sick enough. I guess I can hope to be overcome with nausea at some point. I already feel part of the way there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-7496294185235473556?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/7496294185235473556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/can-i-just-lay-down-my-head.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/7496294185235473556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/7496294185235473556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/can-i-just-lay-down-my-head.html' title='Can I just lay down my head?'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-7660733777377490843</id><published>2010-02-15T12:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:58:39.761-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitty friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullshit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>The lengths to which someone will try and force me to buy them alcohol (especially with no gain for myself) just astounds me. Icing on the cake when it includes 2 fake calls to the police to try and scare me in a situation to do what he wants. And the jackassery to refuse to let me leave on my own terms and scare tactics that result in a lot of bullshit. And people dared to ever call me an alcoholic or selfish?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-7660733777377490843?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/7660733777377490843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/7660733777377490843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/7660733777377490843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-1546875274805021759</id><published>2010-02-13T18:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T18:53:47.353-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Weir'/><title type='text'>Fur or no fur, Weir is the shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NnUMOrd_ANI&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NnUMOrd_ANI&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-1546875274805021759?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/1546875274805021759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/fur-or-no-fur-weir-is-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1546875274805021759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1546875274805021759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/fur-or-no-fur-weir-is-shit.html' title='Fur or no fur, Weir is the shit.'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-7560566368137764889</id><published>2010-02-12T18:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T18:21:02.276-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>Damn hunger</title><content type='html'>While I realize that I'm making somewhat less money out here then I was in Philly I have still come to conclusion that effort to eat 3 square meals a day has made me broker then usual. This just sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-7560566368137764889?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/7560566368137764889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/damn-hunger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/7560566368137764889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/7560566368137764889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/damn-hunger.html' title='Damn hunger'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-4831605819201179562</id><published>2010-02-12T13:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T14:29:07.486-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving back home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>My mother's logic boggles my mind</title><content type='html'>I have known my mother for going on 21 years. One would think that with that amount of experience, I would be able to make heads or tails of what goes through her mind. As of yet: not a fucking clue. Here is that latest battle between my mother and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In making preparations for moving to LA for my internship, I had to give up my homely apartment in Powelton Village. My mother wouldn't be able to help keep up on the rent and she didn't want to let me sublet. And while I was (and still am) very against it, my mother said that when I returned to Philly, I would have to live at home for at least Spring Term (and possibly Summer Term) and then I could move back into University City. I hated the idea because (a. I want no part of living with my mother and (b. having to get back and forth from North Philly to campus/work will be a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there was also another stipulation to to moving back into UC: my mother wanted me to move in with Asia, my "best friend". While I love Asia and we would probably get along. I'm still much for living by myself. We have a lot in common but for the past year Asia has been living in her sorority house. I am not one to say that all sorority sisters are evil sluts, but I just don't find that much weight behind those types of groups. And for the last year while I've lived off campus and she in the house, we have become centered around different things. So I not to sure what type of relationship we will have if we were to live with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my mother is persistent. She wants me to live with Asia because she likes her and thinks that should be the be all end all. This is completely disregarding how I feel on the matter. But whatever, she's my mother and she feel's privileged that she can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caved in and tentatively agreed to live with Asia. And recently a friend of ours wants out on the apartment she's in now and would like to live with us. I'm actually more comfortable with this because then it means that I'm not just one-on-one with another person. And we got together earlier in the week to discuss what we wanted in and apartment. I found a place that was well located, had my favorite style (exposed brick ftw), and very well priced. Only $500 and its 4 bedrooms so if it came to be that we could grab a 4th person, all the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Asia isn't sure she can pay $500 a month plus gas and electric. And she can't tell me how much she thinks she can save a month with what she's making now at Chilis as a Hostess/Busser. So I'm stuck, going well the chance of finding a place that's even cheaper than that and in a neighborhood the UC that we want is going to be damn near impossible (trust me I looked). And on top of that, I'm trying to find places and I'm 3000 miles away. Asia hasn't come to me with any places and she's still in the area. Tara hasn't either, but she just agreed to live with us so I can see why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed I call my mother because she's so desperate for me to live with her golden child and she doesn't even know if she can pay rent. My mother's response "I'll talk with Asia." Talk to her about what? If she can't pay rent or try and figure out something what could my mother possibly do? If any mention of my mother helping Asia out with rent is mention I'll scream. That's the only possible solution that could be offered. My mother can help my Asia pay rent then why couldn't she agree to help me live by myself? Especially since I have said more than once that once I get back to work I'll being putting money towards paying for me to live by myself. But, as always she screams back "I can't afford for you to live by yourself". I can't wait to see how this plays out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-4831605819201179562?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/4831605819201179562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-mothers-logic-boggles-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/4831605819201179562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/4831605819201179562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-mothers-logic-boggles-my-mind.html' title='My mother&apos;s logic boggles my mind'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-1087574965969500897</id><published>2010-02-05T17:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T17:23:57.314-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Fun times in the rain</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful day with it pouring outside. Its wet and messy, but it would still be more fun walking around out there then just staying still inside. I feel like I'm going to atrophy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-1087574965969500897?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/1087574965969500897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/fun-times-in-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1087574965969500897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1087574965969500897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/fun-times-in-rain.html' title='Fun times in the rain'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-201246105670921676</id><published>2010-02-02T23:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T23:12:06.209-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginning of the end'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOST'/><title type='text'>The beginning of the end</title><content type='html'>So tonight marks the beginning of the final season of LOST. I'm both happy and sad. We've come so far and now it is time for us to tie up all the loose ends. I'll miss you when its all over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-201246105670921676?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/201246105670921676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/beginning-of-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/201246105670921676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/201246105670921676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/beginning-of-end.html' title='The beginning of the end'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-5170664049571410970</id><published>2010-02-02T17:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:29:58.418-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last Supper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Epic Win'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOST'/><title type='text'>OMG YES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://api.ning.com/files/1drNzFjO0AjnrUv*XBIvf33qM7qfLBYbBziNZfIdbScPl9o4FiTmvBs1kTFLeT9RIxVXcfiQjIS4WIciEj3AN37J4ZuSNdZT/LostLastSupper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 266px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/1drNzFjO0AjnrUv*XBIvf33qM7qfLBYbBziNZfIdbScPl9o4FiTmvBs1kTFLeT9RIxVXcfiQjIS4WIciEj3AN37J4ZuSNdZT/LostLastSupper.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-5170664049571410970?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/5170664049571410970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/omg-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/5170664049571410970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/5170664049571410970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/omg-yes.html' title='OMG YES!'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-1696350102841871228</id><published>2010-02-02T16:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:16:02.607-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whole Foods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Granny Smith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apples'/><title type='text'>Le Sigh</title><content type='html'>Well it looks as if I will need to cut my apple cleanse to two days instead of three. I went to Whole Foods last night and they didn't have any Granny Smith apples. When I went to the Whole Foods I usually go to they had Granny Smith apples, but only ones in packs of five and there weren't many left. An abundance of Golden Delicious and what ever the red ones are called, but not my lovable green Granny Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, I don't have to eat Granny Smith, but I prefer then and I'd rather not be miserable having to eat apples I don't particularly enjoy. And two days are acceptable according to the sites I was reading before I started. The normal time limit is usually two to three days. I planning on doing three and maybe trying to make it to four but alas, twas not to be.  This is something I'll probably be doing on a semi regular basis so there will be more opportunities to reach the goal that I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-1696350102841871228?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/1696350102841871228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/le-sigh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1696350102841871228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1696350102841871228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/le-sigh.html' title='Le Sigh'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-8965187915508646226</id><published>2010-02-02T13:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:00:52.098-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexual assault'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chilis'/><title type='text'>The most intense things happen I'm away</title><content type='html'>While surfing facebook this morning I stumble upon an &lt;a href="http://cbs3.com/local/Ryan.Fewell.New.2.1460035.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; that a former co-worker of mine posted. It seems that the general manager at the Chili's I worked at was arrested for sexually abusing a 13-year-old girl. Sexual abuse that has reportedly been going on for the last 2 years. Needless to say my jaw hit the floor. It wasn't that this guy didn't give off a creeper/perv vibe (trust me, he gave it off in abundance). It's the fact that not only did he sexually assault someone, but it was a 13-year-old girl for Christ's sake. What could have possibly motivated him to do so? And what I really want to know is if it was one of his wife's kids (maybe even his own?) or was it a kid in the neighborhood. Guess I'll have to wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-8965187915508646226?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/8965187915508646226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/most-intense-things-happen-im-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/8965187915508646226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/8965187915508646226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/most-intense-things-happen-im-away.html' title='The most intense things happen I&apos;m away'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-8999795581522986897</id><published>2010-02-01T17:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T17:54:05.478-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Weir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PETA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice skating'/><title type='text'>PETA Needs to Sit Down and STFU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://olympics.fanhouse.com/2010/01/31/johnny-weir-goes-from-fox-to-faux-in-wake-of-threats/?icid=main%7Caim%7Cdl4%7Clink3%7Chttp://olympics.fanhouse.com/2010/01/31/johnny-weir-goes-from-fox-to-faux-in-wake-of-threats/"&gt;In Wake of threats, Johnny Weir Goes From Fox to Faux&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So this morning I read this article about how figure skater Johnny Weir was receiving death threats for adding fur to his free skate costume. PETA, of course, are claiming that they only formally addressed the issue by sending and open letter to Weir and his costume designer. But considering how radical PETA has been in the past, it wouldn't surprise me that though they didn't have any "official" handling with the death death threats, that they aren't condemning those actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny more than likely would have kept the fur on his costume had there only been the formal complaint. He states in the article that he just wanted be keep focused on his skating and not be fearful that someone would harm him or try to ruin his chances of Olympic gold. He also states that this isn't a win for PETA as it hasn't turned him away from wearing fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For him, I think it was the right decision to make. It wasn't a part of the original costume so it isn't as if it would e a big deal to take it off. It isn't the costume that is important, but his performance. One figure skater isn't going to bring down PETA and he realizes this. I'm glad he at least had the guts to say that he will continue to wear fur, even if it wouldn't be for this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get these people, officially affiliated with PETA or not, that feel the need to threaten someone's life because the wear fur, eat meat, etc. You made the decision to be the way you are. No one who who doesn't share your beliefs aren't hurting you, especially a figure skater who you have never met. So why do you feel the need to not only threaten but threaten that person's life for the sake of your beliefs? You're completely mental. How you you like it if someone were to threaten to force you to eat meat and wear animal skins under pain of death? Wouldn't be to happy about that, right? So why the fuck do you think you can get on your high horse and do that to someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boggles my mind.&lt;br /&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/5884617003574420521-8999795581522986897?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/8999795581522986897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/peta-needs-to-sit-down-and-stfu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/8999795581522986897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/8999795581522986897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/peta-needs-to-sit-down-and-stfu.html' title='PETA Needs to Sit Down and STFU'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-8232086645662487703</id><published>2010-02-01T13:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T13:51:29.994-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overhaul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='detox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple cleanse'/><title type='text'>Cleanse</title><content type='html'>So today I'm beginning the process of my personal overhaul. And the moment I'm working on the physical. I've never been happy with the fact that with no matter how much exercise or activity I do, while I might slim down, I never seem to get very solid. And even though I slim down it never really seems to make a difference over all. It is so frustrating having one day where I'm mildly happy about myself and then the next day, or even a couple of hours late I go back to thinking I look like shit. So I am once again attempting to rectify the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next three days I will be on an apple cleanse. The rules are that I have to adhere to are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink lots and lots of water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat apples and only apples&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I feel they need to have something other than water I can have unsweetened green tea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;This is a lot simpler and a lot easier than going on the master cleanse. The master cleanse take a lot of time and work to complete. It is just something that I can't accomplish with the type of environment that I'm in now. And the MC was a pain in the ass over all. So this is like taking baby steps towards being able to do the master cleanse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is to clean out my system as much as possible and rebuild my system so that it doesn't try to break down on me so often. And I'm hoping it will give me more energy to work out and to do things in general.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-8232086645662487703?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/8232086645662487703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/cleanse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/8232086645662487703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/8232086645662487703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/02/cleanse.html' title='Cleanse'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-109991742822841503</id><published>2010-01-31T23:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:29:27.530-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back to Stay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Over Haul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Over Haul</title><content type='html'>So I completely hate the fat that I don't write on here as much as I use to. After my mother so crudely made it known to me that she found my blog (after googling me for her "scrapbook") and proceeded in criticizing me on the things that I've done, I kind of got frightened away. While, yes, my blog is public and it not very difficult to find, I still feel as if a line has been crossed. The idea of my mother googling my is fairly weird. I don't care why she was doing it. If my mother wanted to scrapbook certain things about me, when didn't she just ask for them? There isn't really that much about me on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, she found my blog and decided to read it. Fine. What I don't understand is why she needed to bring it up to me, especially the way that she did. The gist of what happened is I was going to be going on a date and she mentioned that she hoped he didn't think that I was a virgin (I had never told my mother that I had had sex) and then condescendingly asked why I had slept with one particular person. I don't shit on her for having slept with my father therefore she has no room to talk about me and who I choose to sleep with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've stayed away for the most part with a post hear and there. Even though the initial weirdness dissipated, I had no gotten out of the habit and just could get in to writing. But I want to come back. I miss posting and I find that it helps a lot in getting my thoughts out into the universe. Here's hoping the I'm here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I'm hoping to do with this blog, while still have the random comment about my general life. I hope to be able to find a specific purpose for this blog and stick to it. My blog has had no direction and I feel that it really needs one. So I'll probably be trying out different things to see where it fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, will I be starting my blog back up, I will also working on my overall being: physically, mentally, spiritually. I've never ever really been happy with myself for one reason or another. Always one thing or another. So, instead of just being constantly unhappy I'm goig to work bit by bit on making me a better me in order to make me a happy me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-109991742822841503?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/109991742822841503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/01/over-haul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/109991742822841503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/109991742822841503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2010/01/over-haul.html' title='Over Haul'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-5221264345150249366</id><published>2009-12-04T13:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:18:50.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brotherly Love My Ass</title><content type='html'>I'm really getting sick and tired of hearing of all the drama that is going on in Philly concerning Cyclists and Motorists. While, yes, a recent tragedy occurred because of an unsafe cyclist, does not give the right for the whole City to be up in arms about needing to subdue the bike movement. So, I've decided that I'm going to devote a part of my weekend to writing a "formal" response to what is going on in my beloved city (think A Modest Proposal). Maybe I'll even try and get it published if I make it pretty talk sounding enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-5221264345150249366?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/5221264345150249366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/12/brotherly-love-my-ass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/5221264345150249366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/5221264345150249366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/12/brotherly-love-my-ass.html' title='Brotherly Love My Ass'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-6672167449980078154</id><published>2009-11-06T15:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:09:18.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working out the kinks</title><content type='html'>So I'm considering switching this blogs over, for the moment, to focus on my reevaluation of my life and reworking how I want to be bodily, mentally, and spiritually. Now as soon as I've got my general direction as to where I want to go I'll do my first post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-6672167449980078154?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/6672167449980078154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/11/working-out-kinks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6672167449980078154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6672167449980078154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/11/working-out-kinks.html' title='Working out the kinks'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-1861083947489660947</id><published>2009-10-22T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T00:40:01.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;"a Phillies v. Yankees World Series,will be a seperation of peoples to a degree unseen. This is a Battle of Red versus Blue that makes the Bloods and the Crips look like elementory schoolyard bullshit"- Annoymus poster on philly.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-1861083947489660947?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/1861083947489660947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/10/phillies-v.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1861083947489660947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1861083947489660947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/10/phillies-v.html' title=''/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-6912153229455169400</id><published>2009-10-22T00:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T00:11:07.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We the motherfuckin' champs!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Bring it on American League.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-6912153229455169400?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/6912153229455169400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-motherfuckin-champs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6912153229455169400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6912153229455169400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-motherfuckin-champs.html' title='We the motherfuckin&apos; champs!!!!!'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-6254075104026833595</id><published>2009-10-19T17:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:49:50.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My triumphant return!!!</title><content type='html'>Well I've decided to come back to my beloved blog. I was frightened away by the fact that my mother decided to google me (as she does every once in a while so she says) and read my blog. She then she made me aware that she knows that I'm not a virgin and tried to make a joke out of it then give me shit for who I've slept with. Yeah, I wasn't really game for that so I took some time off. And now I'm back ready to give the world my ever loving care... mhmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-6254075104026833595?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/6254075104026833595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-triumphant-return.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6254075104026833595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6254075104026833595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-triumphant-return.html' title='My triumphant return!!!'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-2130584807314783523</id><published>2009-10-18T16:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T16:03:30.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>But who is the he?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;I'm in the business of misery&lt;br /&gt;Let's take it from the top&lt;br /&gt;She's got a body like an hourglass&lt;br /&gt;That's tickin' like a clock&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of time before we all run out&lt;br /&gt;When I thought he was mine&lt;br /&gt;She caught him by the mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited eight long months&lt;br /&gt;She finally set him free&lt;br /&gt;I told him I couldn't lie&lt;br /&gt;He was the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks and we had caught on fire&lt;br /&gt;She's got it out for me&lt;br /&gt;But I wear the biggest smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I never meant to brag&lt;br /&gt;But I got him where I want him now&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, it was never my intention to brag&lt;br /&gt;To steal it all away from you now&lt;br /&gt;But god, does it feel so good&lt;br /&gt;'cause I got him where I want him now&lt;br /&gt;And if you could then you know you would&lt;br /&gt;'cause god, it just feels so&lt;br /&gt;It just feels so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second chances, they don't ever matter&lt;br /&gt;People never change&lt;br /&gt;What's a whore, you're nothing more&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, that'll never change&lt;br /&gt;And about forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;We're both supposed to have exchanged&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, honey, but I passed that up&lt;br /&gt;Now look this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's a million other girls who do it just like you&lt;br /&gt;Looking as innocent as possible&lt;br /&gt;To get to who they want and what they like&lt;br /&gt;It's easy if you do it right&lt;br /&gt;Well, I refuse, I refuse, I refuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I never meant to brag&lt;br /&gt;But I got him where I want him now&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, it was never my intention to brag&lt;br /&gt;To steal it all away from you now&lt;br /&gt;But god, does it feel so good&lt;br /&gt;'cause I got him where I want him now&lt;br /&gt;And if you could then you know you would&lt;br /&gt;'cause god, it just feels so&lt;br /&gt;It just feels so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched his wildest dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;And not one of them involving you&lt;br /&gt;Just watch my wildest dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Not one of them involving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I never meant to brag&lt;br /&gt;But I got him where I want him now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, I never meant to brag&lt;br /&gt;But I got him where I want him now&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, it was never my intention to brag&lt;br /&gt;To steal it all away from you now&lt;br /&gt;But god, does it feel so good&lt;br /&gt;'cause I got him where I want him now&lt;br /&gt;And if you could then you know you would&lt;br /&gt;'cause god, it just feels so&lt;br /&gt;It just feels so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-2130584807314783523?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/2130584807314783523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/10/but-who-is-he.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/2130584807314783523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/2130584807314783523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/10/but-who-is-he.html' title='But who is the he?'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-2268951703314150372</id><published>2009-08-26T10:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T10:33:07.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend of mine's facebook status</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;Really, world? Ted Kennedy? You're killing off so many people it's like this summer is a bad episode of Lost. Not cool.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;~ Grainne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-2268951703314150372?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/2268951703314150372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/08/friend-of-mines-facebook-status.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/2268951703314150372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/2268951703314150372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/08/friend-of-mines-facebook-status.html' title='A friend of mine&apos;s facebook status'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-6000952004806271631</id><published>2009-08-07T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:46:25.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Monty Python reference in a news story</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Arial, Helvetica; color: rgb(48, 48, 48); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;After being pronounced dead on the internet at least a dozen times, Patrick Swayze is looking like he's getting better&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div&gt;~Gawker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-6000952004806271631?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/6000952004806271631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/08/best-monty-python-reference-in-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6000952004806271631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6000952004806271631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/08/best-monty-python-reference-in-news.html' title='Best Monty Python reference in a news story'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-4553914032019371349</id><published>2009-07-30T21:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:46:01.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So long suckers</title><content type='html'>So it is official. I'm going to LA for 6 months. Let's hope this puts me in the right direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-4553914032019371349?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/4553914032019371349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-long-suckers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/4553914032019371349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/4553914032019371349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-long-suckers.html' title='So long suckers'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-8138544944276476378</id><published>2009-07-30T20:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:12:07.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lines like this is the reason I read Cracked.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;From: The Holy Bible: A Book Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 22px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;The Holy Bible kills off supporting characters like horror movies kill black people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5884617003574420521-8138544944276476378?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/8138544944276476378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/07/lines-like-this-is-reason-i-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/8138544944276476378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/8138544944276476378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/07/lines-like-this-is-reason-i-read.html' title='Lines like this is the reason I read Cracked.com'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-8375956885590184029</id><published>2009-07-29T08:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:13:44.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone</title><content type='html'>Why is it when I really want something it is always out of my reach? All I really want to is someone to talk to when I'm down. Someone to talk to when I'm happy. Someone to cuddle with on those lonely nights. Someone to watch movies with and discuss stupid things. Someone to debate with. Someone to cook with. Someone to go out with. It doesn't have to be love. Just companionship that could, if it wanted to, become more. I don't think that I ask for so much.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then when someone who says those things pull away with no explanation, what am I to think? Did I do something wrong? Did you get what you wanted and then decided you wanted someone else. These are the times I'm glad I don't give in all so easily.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I slept with you it would hurt all the more that you were probably using me for a stupid decision I made for 6 months.  You're not such a hurt soul if you can pull the same shit as everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-8375956885590184029?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/8375956885590184029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/07/someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/8375956885590184029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/8375956885590184029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/07/someone.html' title='Someone'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-7602212258813327984</id><published>2009-07-28T09:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:02:25.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beating around the bush?</title><content type='html'>So one of my professors was trying to hook me up with his manager in LA for my Co-Op. Its been two months and I still don't know for sure if I'm going. and this is making me nervous because if I don't get it I will only have 6 months to find another Co-Op job. I mean I know I could probably talk to someone at TLA or PFS that I've made friends with working at the Film Festivals, but I don't want that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the shit that has been going down the last month and the shit that was building up from that in the months previous, I need to get out of town. At this point I can't even been on the east coast anymore. LA is such a great opportunity for me to grow as someone in the film business and I will have minimum distractions to deviate me from that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need this job. Beyond just need to fulfill a requirement for school but to save the bits of my sanity that is left and prepare me for a post-college life. But its taking so long that I'm worried. But I feel as if, based on my professors personality, that my future employer wouldn't fuck with me waiting so long to tell me no. In the interview I had with him over Skype he was a very cool, interesting man, who knew what he was doing. I refuse to believe that he is anything but. But these last few months make me feel like anything could fall apart. I'm so paranoid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I will step back. I will breathe. I have patience and I will use it to its fullest extent. I can let the other bullshit color the rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-7602212258813327984?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/7602212258813327984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/07/beating-around-bush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/7602212258813327984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/7602212258813327984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/07/beating-around-bush.html' title='Beating around the bush?'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-1218259746217642125</id><published>2009-07-26T23:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:36:52.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dammit</title><content type='html'>It bothers me that the sight of someone can bother me so much. It bothers me that it bothers me. Why can't I get what I want? Just for a short time? And why can't I know I want it when the timing is right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-1218259746217642125?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/1218259746217642125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/07/dammit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1218259746217642125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1218259746217642125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/07/dammit.html' title='Dammit'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-1216335375987336518</id><published>2009-07-22T11:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:19:33.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishful thinking</title><content type='html'>I just want someone to love. &lt;div&gt;With all my flaws, hardships, and tribulations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just someone to want me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The actual me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not my body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not what they think I could be for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe try to make me a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But not to push mr further into my insanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if we were just to broken vessels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we could pull each other along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And find safe harbor together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-1216335375987336518?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/1216335375987336518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/07/wishful-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1216335375987336518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1216335375987336518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/07/wishful-thinking.html' title='Wishful thinking'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-7333431820726320417</id><published>2009-07-15T07:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:07:06.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is so sad</title><content type='html'>So I've been randomly thinking about where I want to hold my birthday next year. Yes, its very far away from now, but I have sporadic thoughts like that. And I haven't had an actual birthday party since I was maybe like 6 so I think its about time I get around to having one. And me being me, I'm thinking outside the box.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have come up with two choice. My retarded dumbass of a self has decided on with The Franklin Institute or the Please Touch Museum. Yes you read that correctly. I'm very weird in that I want to hang out in places that are totally inappropriate for grown people to be in. Well, technically the Franklin Institute isn't that bad, unless I decided to have it in like to Heart Room or something. But the Please Touch Museum? There's no excuse there really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though both venues are not strangers to holding events for non-toddler crowd, by looking at their websites. I wasn't expecting to be so original, really. So, no biggie. Though I do think that this will be lots of fun for my friends who will be think "There goes that crazy bitch and even more crazy ideas". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a good thing that I thought of this now. This will take some time to plan and budgeting to get this to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-7333431820726320417?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/7333431820726320417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-so-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/7333431820726320417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/7333431820726320417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-so-sad.html' title='This is so sad'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-846510048337460973</id><published>2009-07-09T18:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:24:49.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I just find this to be despicable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZDPK5Va-haY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZDPK5Va-haY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-846510048337460973?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/846510048337460973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-find-this-to-be-despicable.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/846510048337460973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/846510048337460973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-find-this-to-be-despicable.html' title='I just find this to be despicable.'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-7875256688290637086</id><published>2009-07-05T12:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:56:00.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love...</title><content type='html'>being able to hang out with the people who I knows love me. My only wish is that is stays that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-7875256688290637086?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/7875256688290637086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/7875256688290637086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/7875256688290637086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love.html' title='I love...'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-1978060972148337662</id><published>2009-07-05T00:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:26:21.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt; Look, other bands, they want to make it about sex or pain, but you know, The Beatles, they had it all figured out, okay? "I Want to Hold Your Hand." The first single. It's effing brilliant, right?... That's what everybody wants, Nicky. They don't want a twenty-four-hour hump sesh, they don't want to be married to you for a hundred years. They just want to hold your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-1978060972148337662?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/1978060972148337662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/07/from-nick-and-noras-infinite-playlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1978060972148337662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1978060972148337662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/07/from-nick-and-noras-infinite-playlist.html' title='From Nick and Nora&apos;s Infinite Playlist'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-561928344643184789</id><published>2009-07-04T09:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T09:53:58.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So fucked up in the head</title><content type='html'>So last night was a celebration of my friend's 20th birthday that is today. I've it because there were most of my friends from high school and a couple people from grade school. All people who I haven't seen in maybe a year or more. These are the girls that will stick through with you till the end. And that's why I love them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, who was also there was the boy who broke my heart for the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd time of my life and the boy who tried to rape me on Cinco de Mayo last year.  I think its so funny that they're good friends (before and after both of them decided to fuck up my life). Why is it that any happy moment that I have has to to be tinged with sadness or hurt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can only be thankful that I didn't break down or cause a scene. I pretty much kept my cool, except for maybe the occasional bitting remark. But, I think I deserve to have a couple of those. Neither of them comprehend the pain that they put me through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boy who broke my heart  time and time again says that all he can say is "sorry" with no explanation as to why he did the things that he did. He was my best friend first and then came to be the boy I was in love with and thought was in love with me. He couldn't respect me on either of those levels. He can seem to fully understand that that pushed me more so over the edge where suicide became became a more serious subject on my mind instead of just a passing thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the other one, he has been my torturer since grade school and tried to most heinous act of bullying and he never really apologized out side that night when his ass was on the line if I was (a. killed walking the 5 plus miles at 3am to get home or (b. walked to the police station and reported his ass. But I did neither, though I wish either of them had happened. If I have to hurt why shouldn't he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-561928344643184789?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/561928344643184789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-fucked-up-in-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/561928344643184789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/561928344643184789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-fucked-up-in-head.html' title='So fucked up in the head'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-2772121669279421825</id><published>2009-07-02T22:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:13:15.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Future runaway</title><content type='html'>It sucks that I've only been back in classes for 2 weeks and already I just want to go away. It has nothing to do with classes really. I only have 4 classes this term so I'm living it easy. I'm just getting sick of my surrounds and, in a small way, the people in my life. I just feel like I need to do something different just for a little bit. I had a week long break and I didn't get to really have it to myself.  I just wish I had those seven days to do something that I wanted for myself. But it wasn't to be. I can never really claim anything for my own. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't wait for this to be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-2772121669279421825?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/2772121669279421825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/07/future-runaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/2772121669279421825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/2772121669279421825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/07/future-runaway.html' title='Future runaway'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-6743583376247940095</id><published>2009-06-26T09:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:05:18.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP King of Pop</title><content type='html'>So yesterday afternoon, King of Pop, Michael Jackson, died of cardiac arrest. Its so saddening that with all the bullshit that went on in his life and he went out with the reputation that he did. He was a huge hit since the age of 9, continued throughout his life with hit after hit and died almost no more that a joke. It makes you think.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we love you Michael. I'll always remember when I was 3 and told everyone my name was Michael and learned the entire routine to Thriller. Can't stop till I get enough. Peace and Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-6743583376247940095?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/6743583376247940095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-king-of-pop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6743583376247940095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6743583376247940095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-king-of-pop.html' title='RIP King of Pop'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-1127231054523595028</id><published>2009-06-04T19:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:28:50.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love how I'm always in love with the wrong people&lt;div&gt;I love how well I accept that they will never love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-1127231054523595028?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/1127231054523595028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-how-im-always-in-love-with-wrong.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1127231054523595028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1127231054523595028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-how-im-always-in-love-with-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-3628288258406494758</id><published>2009-05-29T02:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T02:33:14.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Wristcutters: A Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and he would say, "You're crooked. You've always been crooked and you'll continue to be crooked. But look at me! Look at me!" said the straight tree. He said, "I'm tall and I'm straight." And then one day the lumberjacks came into the forest and looked around, and the manager in charge said, "Cut all the straight trees." And that crooked tree is still there to this day, growing strong and growing strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-3628288258406494758?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/3628288258406494758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-wristcutters-love-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/3628288258406494758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/3628288258406494758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-wristcutters-love-story.html' title='From Wristcutters: A Love Story'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-5614444795011499427</id><published>2009-05-21T09:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:07:54.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dodging the Bullet</title><content type='html'>So I'm a little calmer today. I no longer need to be paranoid about shit. But I still have other things on my mind. Hopefully they will work out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-5614444795011499427?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/5614444795011499427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/05/dodging-bullet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/5614444795011499427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/5614444795011499427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/05/dodging-bullet.html' title='Dodging the Bullet'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-1827844489386200158</id><published>2009-05-18T14:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:17:42.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From La Dolce Gilda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;You're still following me? Stop! Leave me alone! I'm just teasing. Come here. Come.. closer. You know, I love you, my little monkey. But leave me my dreams. Dreams are like paper, they tear so easily. I love to play. And every time I play.. you win. Ciao,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-1827844489386200158?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/1827844489386200158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-la-dolce-gilda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1827844489386200158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1827844489386200158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-la-dolce-gilda.html' title='From La Dolce Gilda'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-5652847099781699846</id><published>2009-05-18T14:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:12:31.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just wait&lt;div&gt;Breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything will be OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what they tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5884617003574420521-5652847099781699846?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/5652847099781699846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-wait-breathe-everything-will-be-ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/5652847099781699846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/5652847099781699846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-wait-breathe-everything-will-be-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-683716441310965972</id><published>2009-05-18T00:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:58:40.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so tired</title><content type='html'>I wish that I wasn't so difficult that I can't express what I want or how I feel. It is increasingly annoying. I feel as if what I have to say isn't important enough for other people to hear which then annoys everyone because I "expect them to read my mind." Its all such bullshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-683716441310965972?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/683716441310965972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-so-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/683716441310965972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/683716441310965972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-so-tired.html' title='I&apos;m so tired'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-5204566164890892441</id><published>2009-05-13T23:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:52:37.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>I have always had these moments when I want feel what its like to be hit by a bus or train, shot, stab, or beaten to death. There were always thoughts of curiosity. But No they have become more frequent and more malicious in thought. What does this mean exactly? Am I truly depressed? Am I going insane? Have I been these things all along but for some reason able to keep them at bay? I don't know the answer to these questions and I'm not even sure I want to know the answers. I guess We'll see what life brings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-5204566164890892441?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/5204566164890892441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/5204566164890892441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/5204566164890892441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-5885143010454631874</id><published>2009-05-05T20:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:31:21.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco de Mayo</title><content type='html'>So today is Cinco de Mayo, the day when the Mexican army defeated the French at the Battle of Puebla in 1862. But for Americans, it have an excuse to drink tequila and Corona. Today isn't really on my radar of drinking days. No particular reason for it. I do other ethnic holidays (Saint Patty's Day, Fat Tuesday, etc.) but I never think about about the 5th of May. Maybe Its because its so close to my birthday. Maybe I just don't have the love of tequila that others do. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this year Cinco de Mayo has significance to me. One year ago I decided to go with a friend to her boyfriend's house for a little Cinco de Mayo celebration. Now I didn't particularly like this boyfriend. I had gone to grade school with him and he would make my life hell. I remember being depressed almost to the point of wanting to kill myself (he told me later that it was because he had a crush on me). Even though we moved on to different high schools, his school was the brother school to mine and we still had friends in common and he dated another close friend, so I couldn't be rid of him. We somewhat became friends and so my hostility lessened towards him. And I'll admit that once upon a drunken night I had a threesome with him and a mistaken love of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there were 5 of us skinny dipping and drinking tequila by the guy's pool. I was feel a little unsettled by the tequila and really uncomfortable with how he was coming on to me way too strong, especially when my best friend/ his girlfriend was near by. At the end of the night He was drinking my friend and another girl I had gone to high school with home. While campus was a bit aways from his parents house, I begged because I wasn't feeling comfortable with staying at the house. He said yes but after he dropped the girls off, he said that he was really too drunk to drive and couldn't take me home till the morning. I gave up and said fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We come back to his and he keeps saying that I should sleep in his bed and he'll sleep on the couch. Of curse I don't don't trust this at all. I'm not going to throw myself into the lion's den. He was so persistent. But I made my stand to stay on the couch and curled up into a ball where he the proceeded crawl on top of me to try to "seduce" me into having sex with him. I was able to convince him to go out and clean the pool because all of our empty alcohol cups etc were still there out. The second he went out side I bolted for the front door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had never been so frightened in my life. I had no way to get anywhere but my own 2 feet. so I walked. I walked the 6 miles at 3am in the morning from his house to Olney Bus Terminal. I would duck into bushes every time I heard a car because I thought he was coming after me. I called a friend that lived in my dorm and talked to her the entire way. This is where I developed my hatred for birds because the entire way there were birds chirping so loud my friend could hear them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made it safely to Olney and took the night owl bus in to Center City. What makes it bad is that my mom's house was 4 blocks from Olney But refused to go home and explain why I was coming in so early while I was still in school. So I went down town and the took the El to campus and slept most of the day away missing my morning classes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never had something like that happen to me before. Sure, I've had people try and get on me but nothing like that. It shaped me as a person but I try to not let it rule me. But that will make me never forget Cinco de Mayo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-5885143010454631874?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/5885143010454631874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinco-de-mayo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/5885143010454631874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/5885143010454631874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinco-de-mayo.html' title='Cinco de Mayo'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-5595664803317635551</id><published>2009-04-29T14:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:31:35.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a life</title><content type='html'>So I haven't been writing here for a while. I missed you so I came crawlin' back. So much as gone on that I couldn't possible retell it all. So I guess it will go by the way side on the road of time. I will not let a lapse like this happen again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most recently I have realized the level of my submissiveness. I think its funny how much people think that I am such a strong independent woman. But there are times where I just fall into a very vulnerable position and I become someone's bitch. Its sad, pathetic, but true. I don't know what to do with myself. Let's see if this has a happy ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-5595664803317635551?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/5595664803317635551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/5595664803317635551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/5595664803317635551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-life.html' title='What a life'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-3292968460513916290</id><published>2009-04-06T01:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T01:39:18.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a bitch is...</title><content type='html'>"... hard job but be some has to do it. "&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading a keychain that I've hard for a while. Its true but maybe I'll give up the mantel for now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-3292968460513916290?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/3292968460513916290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-bitch-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/3292968460513916290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/3292968460513916290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-bitch-is.html' title='Being a bitch is...'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-2713030785150553364</id><published>2009-04-05T15:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:01:15.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Mae West quote</title><content type='html'>"Its not the men in your life, but the life in your men."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-2713030785150553364?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/2713030785150553364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-mae-west-quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/2713030785150553364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/2713030785150553364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-mae-west-quote.html' title='Best Mae West quote'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-8394934597806190064</id><published>2009-03-30T23:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:56:05.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe its time</title><content type='html'>So I bought  fresh pack of Blacks today and not 4 hours later I dropped them out of my pocket while biking and then got ran over by a car. It might be a sign to stop smoking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-8394934597806190064?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/8394934597806190064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/03/maybe-its-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/8394934597806190064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/8394934597806190064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/03/maybe-its-time.html' title='Maybe its time'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-1670480033634166454</id><published>2009-03-22T10:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T10:51:08.293-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>alpha</title><content type='html'>I bare my throat to you&lt;div&gt;An act of submission&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very rare form&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you don't even nip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To show your dominance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just walk away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I slink back wounded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the wound that isn't there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-1670480033634166454?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/1670480033634166454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/03/alpha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1670480033634166454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1670480033634166454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/03/alpha.html' title='alpha'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-1471426080341441718</id><published>2009-03-21T02:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T02:15:46.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;table border="" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100%" bg style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;An Irish priest is driving down to  New York  and gets stopped for speeding in Connecticut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.   The state trooper smells alcohol on the priest's breath and then sees an empty wine bottle on the floor of the car.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Sir, have you been drinking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just water," says the priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trooper says, "Then why do I smell wine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest looks at the bottle and says, "Good Lord! He's done it again!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-1471426080341441718?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/1471426080341441718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-wine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1471426080341441718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1471426080341441718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-wine.html' title='Oh wine'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-1644173046452215839</id><published>2009-03-19T05:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T05:24:26.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I do hate being up a 5am</title><content type='html'>It reminds me of bad times. Its funny how bad events can shape the way you think for the rest of your life. So many things I will regret doing or not doing just because of one thing that happened in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-1644173046452215839?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/1644173046452215839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-do-hate-being-up-5am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1644173046452215839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1644173046452215839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-do-hate-being-up-5am.html' title='I do hate being up a 5am'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-6607985604623733250</id><published>2009-03-16T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:23:19.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This was on my Philosophy of Sex &amp; Love final exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“He or she who is the victim of passion and the slave of pleasure will desire to make his or her beloved as agreeable to himself as possible. . . . The lover may pray, entreat, &lt;a name="396"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;supplicate, swear, lie on a mat at the door, and endure a slavery &lt;a name="397"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;worse than that of any slave.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-6607985604623733250?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/6607985604623733250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-was-on-my-philosophy-of-sex-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6607985604623733250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6607985604623733250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-was-on-my-philosophy-of-sex-love.html' title='This was on my Philosophy of Sex &amp; Love final exam'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-894115981114811086</id><published>2009-03-15T23:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:23:20.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Distracted</title><content type='html'>I'm so distracted from what I need to do its ridiculous. I have a take home test for Sex and Love due tomorrow, my final cut of the Poetry Brothel due Tuesday, filming for Directing due Thursday and filming for Lighting thats needs to be done and handed in before the end of the week. None of these things have been worked on today which I wanted to do seeing as I had the day off from work and was going to make the best of it. Instead I made the effort to go get waxed and see my money dwindle and laid around all day smoking, drinking tea, and watching random shit on TV. It didn't even feel satisfactory to be lazy. I'm losing my purpose.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided to make the commitment to look at life like I did before I came to college (or more so before Senior year of high school).  I was cold. I was heartless. I had friends but I spent the majority of my time alone but didn't feel lonely. I could cut people off without the small twinge of guilt. I was a machine. I was flawless in my lack of emotion. I don't like having a heart. I want to lock it up and put it away so it can never hurt me again. Is this healthy. Hell no. Will it make me happy? Most likely no. But I'll be able to function as a human being. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-894115981114811086?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/894115981114811086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/03/distracted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/894115981114811086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/894115981114811086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/03/distracted.html' title='Distracted'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-7356909897944270184</id><published>2009-03-15T13:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:42:26.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You stole my heart but I had it first</title><content type='html'>Is it a bad thing that even though I'm not doing something"dangerous" like cutting I went to go get waxed and relished in the pain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-7356909897944270184?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/7356909897944270184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-stole-my-heart-but-i-had-it-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/7356909897944270184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/7356909897944270184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-stole-my-heart-but-i-had-it-first.html' title='You stole my heart but I had it first'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-3134161960141589342</id><published>2009-03-15T03:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T03:15:32.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No words</title><content type='html'>My soul has once again died. Crying more than once in such quick succession is not normal for me. May I be recognizing the soul in which I thought I didn't have? Who knows. All I know is that I feel as if my soul has ben ripped out of me and I don't know if I can repair it myself this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-3134161960141589342?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/3134161960141589342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/3134161960141589342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/3134161960141589342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-words.html' title='No words'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-3253976456893534364</id><published>2009-03-12T09:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:44:56.571-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speeding'/><title type='text'>Epic Bike Fail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;So as I am biking home I'm going at a pretty decent speed as I come up on an intersection. Thinking that its 1am in the morning I don't need to slow down because there wouldn't be any cars out. So wrong. At the last minute I see a car about to hit the intersection at the same time I am. So I slam on the brakes which promptly vaulted me over my handle bars and landed me in a sandwich between my bike and the street. Such an epic fail. It almost made me think that I should get a helmet... almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Though scary, I thought it was fucking hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-3253976456893534364?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/3253976456893534364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/03/epic-bike-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/3253976456893534364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/3253976456893534364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/03/epic-bike-fail.html' title='Epic Bike Fail'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-921051095977113514</id><published>2009-03-10T10:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:01:25.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, near the end already</title><content type='html'>So I need to play catch up on what's been going on in my life. But I seem to have no time. A lot of shit has been going down.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More to come soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-921051095977113514?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/921051095977113514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow-near-end-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/921051095977113514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/921051095977113514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow-near-end-already.html' title='Wow, near the end already'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-3146660216265074922</id><published>2009-03-05T09:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:15:11.702-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watchmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midnight'/><title type='text'>Watchmen!!!!</title><content type='html'>So midnight screening of Watchmen is tonight. I have work so I'm in need of finding my own mode of transportation to KoP. If I'm lucky Chili's will be slow tonight and I leave mad early. If not that hopefully I'll get my mother to at least drive me up and I'll catch a ride back in either Mike's or Houstin's car. Regardless I'm excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-3146660216265074922?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/3146660216265074922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/03/watchmen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/3146660216265074922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/3146660216265074922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/03/watchmen.html' title='Watchmen!!!!'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-6746023037322397024</id><published>2009-02-27T09:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:01:44.467-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Fuck my life</title><content type='html'>So this week I've cried my eyes out, had a 2-day long head headache, and anxiety that could bring down an elephant. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-6746023037322397024?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/6746023037322397024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/fuck-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6746023037322397024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6746023037322397024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/fuck-my-life.html' title='Fuck my life'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-7955434688265514269</id><published>2009-02-20T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:47:29.703-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york'/><title type='text'>Tired as shit</title><content type='html'>Running around New York is tiring as shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-7955434688265514269?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/7955434688265514269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/tired-as-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/7955434688265514269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/7955434688265514269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/tired-as-shit.html' title='Tired as shit'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-9077826745785964963</id><published>2009-02-18T01:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T01:51:30.368-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helpful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><title type='text'>amusing</title><content type='html'>So I'm currently sitting by my window smoking &lt;div&gt;while guy is walking by hurriedly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as if he is being followed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and looking behind him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I yell "No one is following you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He asks if if I'm sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He yells thanks at me and keeps walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You're welcome"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-9077826745785964963?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/9077826745785964963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/amusing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/9077826745785964963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/9077826745785964963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/amusing.html' title='amusing'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-2257793444795752</id><published>2009-02-12T19:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:52:14.610-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kittens'/><title type='text'>Best video EVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FtX8nswnUKU"&gt;Kittens inspired by Kittens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-2257793444795752?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/2257793444795752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/best-video-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/2257793444795752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/2257793444795752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/best-video-ever.html' title='Best video EVER!'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-6120786878034622514</id><published>2009-02-11T20:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:41:09.436-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthiness'/><title type='text'>So I've learned a very important thing</title><content type='html'>Very cute boys work at health food stores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-6120786878034622514?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/6120786878034622514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-ive-learned-very-important-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6120786878034622514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6120786878034622514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-ive-learned-very-important-thing.html' title='So I&apos;ve learned a very important thing'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-2147201371928470634</id><published>2009-02-11T15:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:54:37.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Spring Time</title><content type='html'>If this weather ends I think I'll truly die. I can't take the cold weather anymore. It makes me depressed. Even more so depressed that I am usually. My soul feel as if its coming alive again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-2147201371928470634?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/2147201371928470634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/spring-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/2147201371928470634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/2147201371928470634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/spring-time.html' title='Spring Time'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-3691365359436810775</id><published>2009-02-11T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:25:18.700-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clockwork orange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arctic monkeys'/><title type='text'>This song strangely makes me think of Clockwork Orange</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Up rolled the riot van&lt;br /&gt;And sparked excitement in the boys&lt;br /&gt;But the policemen look annoyed&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps these are ones they should avoid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got a chase last night from men with truncheon's dressed in hats&lt;br /&gt;They didn't do that much wrong, still ran away though for the laugh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please just stop talking&lt;br /&gt;Because they won't find us if you do&lt;br /&gt;Oh those silly boys in blue&lt;br /&gt;Well they won't catch me and you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you been drinking son, you don't look old enough to me"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry officer is there a certain age you're supposed to be?.. nobody told me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up rolled the riot van&lt;br /&gt;And these lads just wind the coppers up&lt;br /&gt;Ask why they don't catch proper crooks &lt;br /&gt;Get their address and their name's took&lt;br /&gt;But they couldn't care less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got thrown in the riot van &lt;br /&gt;And all the coppers kicked him in&lt;br /&gt;And there was no way he could win&lt;br /&gt;Just had to take it on the chin&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/5884617003574420521-3691365359436810775?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/3691365359436810775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-song-strangely-makes-me-think-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/3691365359436810775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/3691365359436810775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-song-strangely-makes-me-think-of.html' title='This song strangely makes me think of Clockwork Orange'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-8893369310036252940</id><published>2009-02-09T22:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:01:53.631-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfinished'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Unfinished</title><content type='html'>The last you fucked me was six month ago&lt;div&gt;Came to me at the break of dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sweet smell of liquor on your breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something to make the world better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Willingly or no you had your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was OK, I liked it like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Six months have crept by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lay here a barren wasteland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing to give me sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stale rumpled sheets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only things you left behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-8893369310036252940?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/8893369310036252940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/unfinished.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/8893369310036252940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/8893369310036252940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/unfinished.html' title='Unfinished'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-8614121968955889461</id><published>2009-02-09T16:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:04:46.157-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruelty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother nature'/><title type='text'>Mother Nature is a cruel hearted woman</title><content type='html'>This has got to stop. The weather is beautiful today but I know that Mother Nature will yank it from under my feet and make it blistering cold again. This is the cruel fate that I know will come to pass. Spring is my element. I'm already feel tons better with it only being 48 degrees out. I might cry if I have to go into hibernation again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-8614121968955889461?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/8614121968955889461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/mother-nature-is-cruel-hearted-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/8614121968955889461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/8614121968955889461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/mother-nature-is-cruel-hearted-woman.html' title='Mother Nature is a cruel hearted woman'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-3423572943051220105</id><published>2009-02-09T11:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:43:24.469-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starving'/><title type='text'>Diet Anyone?</title><content type='html'>I think I'm getting a little pudgy.  So I want to go on some type of diet. Though a strange thought occurred to me: By putting myself on a prescribed diet I will actually be eating more than than I do on a regular basis. This is a very strange concept. To eat more would imply not going on a diet stereotypically. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I barely eat as it is. I either don't have time to eat, don't have time to buy food to eat, don't have the money to eat, or simply don't feel like eating. This is in no way healthy. I should be eating on a regular basis and eating things that are good for me. Not that I don't eat what is good for me now. I'm not big into junk food or sodas or anything of that like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My biggest probably is that when I do take the time to eat I am eating big starches like pasta and such. But if you think about it its not too bad because since I'm not eating its good for me at least when I can getting some calories that are worth something in my system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I think that I'm going to start an all natural fruit/veggie diet. And I'll supplement it by biking more and going on the Pretzel Run again. So I'm going to make an effort to make it over to the Whole Foods sometime soon and pick up my supplies. I'm sure exactly how long I will take this. At least 3 weeks, I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see what happens, shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-3423572943051220105?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/3423572943051220105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/diet-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/3423572943051220105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/3423572943051220105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/diet-anyone.html' title='Diet Anyone?'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-9006979593444869906</id><published>2009-02-08T01:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T02:01:32.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in New York</title><content type='html'>So I've gone from the Butterfly two weeks ago to someone's future Baby Momma. I'm not sure exactly how I feel about this. It amuses that people in general find my attractive and then they go as far has giving me nicknames and future life statuses (ps FUCKING CREEPY). I will never understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-9006979593444869906?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/9006979593444869906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/only-in-new-york.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/9006979593444869906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/9006979593444869906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/only-in-new-york.html' title='Only in New York'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-1290173580219567983</id><published>2009-02-04T10:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:05:07.458-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Better if you don't</title><content type='html'>I really need to stop listening to people concerning relationship advice. It always seems to go sour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-1290173580219567983?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/1290173580219567983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/better-if-you-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1290173580219567983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1290173580219567983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/better-if-you-dont.html' title='Better if you don&apos;t'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-7992952988273144920</id><published>2009-02-03T14:03:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:18:53.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't trust the Yogi</title><content type='html'>So last night I didn't get home till around 2:30 am. I was very tired so I made Yogi Bedtime tea and watch a couple of episodes of Sex in the City OnDemand. Bedtime teas pretty much never work for me but I wanted tea and I thought "What the hell. I need to get rid of it anyway." Well I didn't wake up until 11 am. 11 am is also the time of my first class. Needless to say, I was late. I'm never doing that again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-7992952988273144920?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/7992952988273144920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-trust-yogi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/7992952988273144920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/7992952988273144920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-trust-yogi.html' title='Don&apos;t trust the Yogi'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-6835276048701925102</id><published>2009-02-02T12:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:52:58.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I vote for a Post Super Bowl Hangover Day</title><content type='html'>So last night was the Super Bowl. And while I don't have a hangover (only had three beers) I know that many people do or stayed up to all hours of the night, which they wouldn't do normally on a Sunday. So I say that there should be a national Hangover Day after the Super Bowl. I could sure use the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-6835276048701925102?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/6835276048701925102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-vote-for-post-super-bowl-hangover-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6835276048701925102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6835276048701925102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-vote-for-post-super-bowl-hangover-day.html' title='I vote for a Post Super Bowl Hangover Day'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-7372816319854884254</id><published>2009-01-31T21:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:48:19.187-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooklyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Where Brooklyn At!</title><content type='html'>So today's trip to New York was successful. I'm so glad that we caught a latter bus than last week. Getting up at 7am on a Saturday after less than 4 hours of sleep is rough. Doable, but rough. We had no problems getting to New York. The Metro got a little tricky because the J doesn't run to Fulton on the weekends.  But we figured it out lucky and got to Brooklyn in time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we got a lot of good footage of the Brothel's rehearsal. Its great to see how the Whores build their character that they will use for the Brothel. Its much like a creative workshop. This project is going to have a great outcome, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-7372816319854884254?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/7372816319854884254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-brooklyn-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/7372816319854884254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/7372816319854884254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-brooklyn-at.html' title='Where Brooklyn At!'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-4904918079735390497</id><published>2009-01-31T00:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:34:56.873-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>New York, New York</title><content type='html'>So I'm going back to New York today (as it is past midnight). Luckily I'm not getting up at 7am after less than three hours of sleep like last weekend. And also I'm not going to directly after I get back. I'm hoping to get some good footage of the Brothel's rehearsal. I'm upset that last week I couldn't stay in New York for the rehearsal because of work. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to contact people specifically for one-on-one interviews. I was hoping for my partner to do that last week but I don't think she did. I'm going to give out my business cards, but they're kind of crappy and have my AOL email on it. I need to get more official looking cards with a better email address, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I should be stressed but I'm really not. Of all the things bothering me in my life right now this should have some small part in my anxiety. But it doesn't so I guess I don't need to worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to make sure that I start editing the footage together for a rough cut when I get back. And even more importantly start and finish my script for Writing for the Short that's due Sunday at 6pm. I can't push it off and hopefully I will put some effort into it while I'm on the bus ride to and from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-4904918079735390497?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/4904918079735390497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-york-new-york.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/4904918079735390497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/4904918079735390497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York, New York'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-4965894781861654759</id><published>2009-01-30T09:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T09:38:28.499-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>Fuck anger managment</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to think that holding in one's anger and not expressing it has become a hazard. It is not a matter that I'm getting upset over everything. I'm much more pissy about it that usually about shit that would upset me anyway. I didn't think I could get more pissy about shit. Controlling my anger makes me even more angry. I somehow don't think that it is suppose to work that way.  The only silver lining is that I don't have panic attacks for the most part anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-4965894781861654759?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/4965894781861654759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuck-anger-managment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/4965894781861654759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/4965894781861654759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuck-anger-managment.html' title='Fuck anger managment'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-973283807292372259</id><published>2009-01-29T20:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:29:04.117-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>This is bullshit</title><content type='html'>Why do I have a roommate that goes home every weekend and ignores me pretty much on the random occasions that we are home at the same time? I feel like a fucking rent check to her. And I wouldn't mind if it was a case I found her on craigslist and and not that we were friends last year in the dorm. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it that I'm only appreciated (or condemned) for my tits and ass? I don't think they are they greatest out there. Terribly imperfect in my mind. Yet people feel the need to constantly mention them. Why? It doesn't bother me that I might be seen as an object. I have a problem people see what isn't there and even with this blindness its not as if it truly gets me anywhere any way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I have friends that I have to call to hang out with or else I sit at home alone? And most times they wont even hang out with me for bullshit reasons. When they do, I'm always going somewhere. No one think to ask to come over and hang out with me at my place. It feels like fucking pulling teeth. I shouldn't feel like I have to work hard to have friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And why do I always feel like the odd man out in my major? No one ever thinks that I could be helpful and never thinks to ask. I feel useless because no comes to me. I can't learn if no one is willing to through me to the dogs. And when I need help no one is there willing to help me out. I'm out of the loop way more than I should be. And I try but it seems useless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing up wont solve this problem. Death is not an actual solution. So I'm fucked till kingdom come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-973283807292372259?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/973283807292372259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-bullshit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/973283807292372259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/973283807292372259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-bullshit.html' title='This is bullshit'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-1496191819611395008</id><published>2009-01-29T15:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:57:57.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Humor me</title><content type='html'>I hate that people think that I'm so devious bitch who plots and schemes. I'll admit I'm a bitch but I'm not into schemes and that bullshit. This isn't high school folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-1496191819611395008?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/1496191819611395008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/humor-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1496191819611395008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1496191819611395008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/humor-me.html' title='Humor me'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-2398238331878865784</id><published>2009-01-28T00:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:39:06.442-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>I love Kat Williams</title><content type='html'>"White people, if you can't understand a tiger in a zoo then you will never understand a nigger in America."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-2398238331878865784?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/2398238331878865784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-kat-williams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/2398238331878865784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/2398238331878865784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-kat-williams.html' title='I love Kat Williams'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-7184320435434493953</id><published>2009-01-28T00:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:27:46.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Geico for getting this stuck in my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I'm just an average man with an average life &lt;br /&gt;I work from nine to five, hey, hell, I pay the price &lt;br /&gt;All I want is to be left alone in my average home &lt;br /&gt;But why do I always feel like I'm in the twilight zone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel like somebody's watching me &lt;br /&gt;And I have no privacy &lt;br /&gt;I always feel like somebody's watching me &lt;br /&gt;Tell mi is it just a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I come home at night &lt;br /&gt;I bolt the door real tight &lt;br /&gt;People call me on the phone, I'm trying to avoid &lt;br /&gt;But can the people on tv see me or am I just paranoid &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in the shower I'm afraid to wash my hair &lt;br /&gt;Cause I might open my eyes and find someone standing there &lt;br /&gt;People say I'm crazy, just a little touched &lt;br /&gt;But maybe showers remind me of psycho too much &lt;br /&gt;That's why... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel like somebody's watching me &lt;br /&gt;And I have no privacy &lt;br /&gt;I always feel like somebody's watching me &lt;br /&gt;Who's playin' tricks on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Instrumental) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anymore &lt;br /&gt;Are the neighbors watching me &lt;br /&gt;Well is the mailman watching me &lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel safe anymore, oh what a mess &lt;br /&gt;I wonder who's watching me now (booo! ) - the irs? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel like somebody's watching me &lt;br /&gt;And I have no privacy &lt;br /&gt;I always feel like somebody's watching me &lt;br /&gt;Tell me is it just a dream &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel like somebody's watching me &lt;br /&gt;And I have no privacy &lt;br /&gt;I always feel like somebody's watching me &lt;br /&gt;Who's playin' tricks on me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel like somebody's watching me &lt;br /&gt;I always feel like somebody's watching me &lt;br /&gt;Tell me this can't be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel like somebody's watching me &lt;br /&gt;I always feel like somebody's watching me &lt;br /&gt;I always feel like somebody's watching me &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/5884617003574420521-7184320435434493953?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/7184320435434493953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/damn-geico-for-getting-this-stuck-in-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/7184320435434493953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/7184320435434493953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/damn-geico-for-getting-this-stuck-in-my.html' title='Damn Geico for getting this stuck in my head'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-5068898287201280104</id><published>2009-01-27T10:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:28:21.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Advice?</title><content type='html'>Is it a good idea to listen to exes about your love life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-5068898287201280104?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/5068898287201280104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-advice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/5068898287201280104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/5068898287201280104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-advice.html' title='Good Advice?'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-6511691378188463975</id><published>2009-01-26T02:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T02:06:38.023-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potential'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>XOXO</title><content type='html'>Its very scary the idea of, not right now but in the future, saying "I love you" to someone and meaning it fully. What's even scarier is what will there response be if you can even get that far in the relationship. I need to stop fucking around and do the things that I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-6511691378188463975?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/6511691378188463975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/xoxo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6511691378188463975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6511691378188463975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/xoxo.html' title='XOXO'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-1640093203750102479</id><published>2009-01-19T16:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:34:13.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've made it</title><content type='html'>So I'm currently residing in Fredericksburg, VA. Tomorrow I will be making my way to Washington to D.C. for the big day. I have to say that, Lydia's, the person whose parents house we're staying at is very... Southern. And I amusingly made the mistake to wear my "Artists Make Lousy Slaves." You would think that My having spent so much time down here that I would have realized my mistake. But I take this on to be an amusing anecdote that will undoubtedly happen. Let's see shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-1640093203750102479?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/1640093203750102479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-made-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1640093203750102479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1640093203750102479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-made-it.html' title='I&apos;ve made it'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-6871498301293147145</id><published>2009-01-17T10:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T11:53:19.722-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>So let me get this straight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So last night I went around the corner to my friends house for his Dumpling Night. I brought of over my Zen Green Tea Liquor But I thought it was an appropriate choice. Everyone enjoyed it. Especially when we added Yuengling and created Jersey Wooder (aka cesspool). I got a text saying that I should go over to another friends house after I'm done for another get together. I was game and got a ride over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This party was completely awkward town. While they didn't over whelm, there was a significant amount of people that I didn't know. I'm not really a big one for being in situations where there are a lot of people that I don't know (specifically in party situations). But it was chill. So this get together was a surprise party for this kid Andrew. I meet him maybe once or twice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So amongst the people I do know  guy that I sometimes hook up that happens to live around the corner from him. Now I have serious issues when it come to him because when we first started hanging out he was a very clingly person and he would do or say things that you would only really do in serious committed relationships which we weren't in nor was I looking for. And besides that I found to be emo to the point that I looked fucking cheerful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell him that I want to go home tonight and so when they wanted to leave just let me know and we could leave together. I was trying to be responsible because I should not be going home by myself because (1. A girl walking home at that hour is not the brightest idea and (2. I had been drinking so I may not be paying attention to my surroundings like I should. He said that was cool and his housemate had a car so I wouldn't have to be out in the car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well eventually it got to the point where the party was a little too awkward for my taste and I wanted to go out for a smoke. So two friends and I went to get pizza and smoke on the way there. I let hook up know where I was going and said to call me if they wanted to leave before I got back. Because it was cold we ate at the pizza parlor and chilled a bit and talked about random shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we came back I noticed that my ride was gone. So I called to see if maybe they were just upstairs or something. Nope. They had left me and didn't call to say that they were leaving. So now I'm pissed (and still somewhat drunk). I start yelling because they shouldn't have left me with no warning and now I had to get home by myself. The guy tried to say it wasn't his fault because his housemate really wanted to go and wouldn't call me and that if I want he would come back and get me (but of course I could just sleep over where I was because it would be cool with the people that lived there). Fuck no asshole for a couple of reasons: (1. Its not the housemates fault because he has the choice to leave but (2. You had my number, not him, you should have called me because I'm your friend, not his, (3. Why would I want you to come back and get me? you already left me why would I  wait for you to come back. And I promptly hang up the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My other friend tries to make me feel better but I'm already tensed and almost into one of my anxiety attacks. So I make the decision to leave because I'm putting out negative vibes and all I want to do is go home to craw in my bed and sleep. Before I leave I get a text message from asshole saying: "I've had too much to drink and ****** is too exhausted to pick you up. I'm sorry. If you want to spend the night, i'll come and pick you up and walk you over. Just tell me when" So you fuck up  and leave me but you'll come back if I come over to your house to sleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I've ever walked back from my friend's house so fast. What is usually a 20ish minute walk I made in 10. only reason I know this is because I started smoking a clove on the way back and still had something to smoke when I passed my front door. So I go to the asshole house, pound on the door and call him when he doesn't answer. He doesn't answer the phone so I go back home. I see I have a missed call from him and call him back ripping him apart for being an asshole. He asks where I am I told him I walked home already. Which he couldn't understand why I did that because he said he would walk me home. He still doesn't understand why I'm pissed and wouldn't wait for him so I hang up and go take a really hot shower. But before I got in I saw he had changed his facebook status to **** try to take things less seriously... holy jeez. And I had changed my status to I the strong need to punch a wall right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I come up of the bathroom and see that I have another text from asshole saying "You need to calm down. You're taking minute things wat to seriously. You're not going to want to accept that, but 6 block is not  big deal. You get way too affected by little things. Stop taking things so personally. I'll ttyl"Why couldn't he have left it alone? I call him and chew him out again. And he tries to apologize to which I left him know that I could give a rat's ass if he's sorry (I don't believe in them) and I really at this point just want him to admit that he was wrong. Of course he questions my morals and values because I don't really believe in apologizing (I'll explain why in another post). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now during this 2 friends had comment on my status one of them saying "Calm to furry" and the asshole decides comment as well saying that he seconds this. I respond  by asking if he really wanted to commenting on my shit. And then his status says all he wants is sleep peace and understanding  which changes 3 minutes later to "calm. calm. calm. its unnecessary. for someone who doesn't care, you sure draw a lot of attention. just rest and calm down. I need sleep." I don't give a shit about you but I do give a shit when you leaving a man behind. I was pissed and had a right to be so. I took the somewhat high road and didn't respond to his staus. I should have thrown that damn rock throw his window like I wanted to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Talk about a way to fuck up the beginning of the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-6871498301293147145?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/6871498301293147145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-let-me-get-this-straight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6871498301293147145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6871498301293147145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-let-me-get-this-straight.html' title='So let me get this straight...'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-6419545171356079928</id><published>2009-01-17T01:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:42:56.536-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overwhelmed'/><title type='text'>Solitude</title><content type='html'>I hate being apart of a species that relies upon contact with one another. No matter how far you run away you always have to come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-6419545171356079928?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/6419545171356079928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/solitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6419545171356079928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6419545171356079928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/solitude.html' title='Solitude'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-3827651100336449365</id><published>2009-01-16T09:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:33:22.824-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expansion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='identity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>I need to get away</title><content type='html'>I need a vacation. Maybe some place exotic. Maybe some place mundane. It doesn't really matter. I just want out of the bubble I'm currently in. The need to expand my horizons is just too great. It wont make me a better person and it wont bother me if it did.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To get away is not so much to get away from my life the way it is, but to bring new experiences to it. I need something new. New people in old situations or old people in new situations just don't cut it. I need new people to interact with. New Friends. New Lovers. New Enemies. A new Identity so that when I come back to being me I will have hopefully cleaned out my closet so that the same me can come out hopefully with a new paint job.&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/5884617003574420521-3827651100336449365?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/3827651100336449365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-need-to-get-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/3827651100336449365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/3827651100336449365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-need-to-get-away.html' title='I need to get away'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-1704719972897945553</id><published>2009-01-15T13:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:35:53.816-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='President'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inauguration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Fuck Vegas, DC Baby!</title><content type='html'>So I found out last night that I'm going to the Inauguration on Tuesday. Words cannot describe... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-1704719972897945553?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/1704719972897945553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuck-vegas-dc-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1704719972897945553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1704719972897945553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuck-vegas-dc-baby.html' title='Fuck Vegas, DC Baby!'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-1301366624124485401</id><published>2009-01-12T12:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:17:33.262-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suicide'/><title type='text'>A question</title><content type='html'>Have you meet someone so depressing that they made you want to kill yourself? Its a very odd concept, but it happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-1301366624124485401?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/1301366624124485401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1301366624124485401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/1301366624124485401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/question.html' title='A question'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-640087823207011693</id><published>2009-01-08T22:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:07:55.858-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attraction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='association'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business cards'/><title type='text'>So here's my business card...</title><content type='html'>What I've never understood is why some people find me attractive. I know that I have certain aspects that are aesthetically pleasing but that overall picture I don't think is anything. I would understand maybe trying to get a one night stand but not a regular thing. But somehow within the last week I've gotten 2 business cards while out and for me to contact them besides other people who have hit on me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One was an owner of a bar in North Philly that I was hanging out with friends. I was somewhat creeped out because there was this big guy who owns the establishment that I'm at and he's just straight up hitting on me even though I lied about being in a relationship and obviously wasn't very comfortable in the situation. It didn't help that the guy graduated high school 3 years before I was even born. I like older men but in that situation it was just not conformable for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second was when I went to Nocturne last night.I was only the dance floor in the 80s room and was approached by this guy on the dance floor. I'm always up for a partner so I was dancing with him and it was cool. And when I got off the dance floor he followed and struck up a conversation with me and gave me his card. I felt it was not as aggressive as at the bar and it may be more of a chill thing. But it still was so completely random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm at a loss. I don't understand why people are attracted to me or even want to associate with me on a regular basis. I wont to be like "Well I'll just change who I am." But its hard because people seem to like to associate with me as I am. I don't know. I kind of want to go back to the days where I was a tomboy only child so I didn't need anyone to function. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-640087823207011693?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/640087823207011693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-heres-my-business-card.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/640087823207011693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/640087823207011693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-heres-my-business-card.html' title='So here&apos;s my business card...'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-6718355889629912163</id><published>2009-01-05T23:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:21:13.297-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neverland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter Pan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost Boys'/><title type='text'>Lost Girl</title><content type='html'>Is it wrong that I almost cry every time I watch something Peter Pan? Not because its a beautiful story but because I wish I never grew up and was that rough and tumble girl that was tough as nails I use to be. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-6718355889629912163?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/6718355889629912163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6718355889629912163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6718355889629912163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-girl.html' title='Lost Girl'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-4870014511682086745</id><published>2009-01-05T16:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:47:38.849-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landlords'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiocy'/><title type='text'>Landlords are Idiots</title><content type='html'>So while I'm in class today I received a call from my landlord. Since obviously I couldn't answer I let it go to voicemail. The voicemail is my landlord saying that today was the last day for them to come pick up the check and that if I didn't have it that there would be a late fee. So I call to say that the check has been on my refrigerator (where it always is every month) since the first. And then come to find out that they hadn't picked up anyone's rent either. You can't threaten to charge a late fee when you haven't even shown up to see if there was a check. Idiots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-4870014511682086745?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/4870014511682086745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/landlords-are-idiots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/4870014511682086745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/4870014511682086745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/landlords-are-idiots.html' title='Landlords are Idiots'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-2864345411907798039</id><published>2009-01-04T19:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:08:32.323-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new term'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginnings'/><title type='text'>New Year New Term</title><content type='html'>All things must come to an end as there are new beginnings to be had. Its is now 2009 and I have survived another year pretty much unscathed. So most definitely there was a need to celebrate. So I have to say that I successfully rung in the new year. I hung out with friends that I had barely seen all last term and drank like there was no tomorrow. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now a new term is just over the horizon and I need to start buckling down. I don't want to at all. I loved the freedom that I have had for the last month. But it wont all be bad. I love my school, teachers, classes, and classmates. I have nothing to fear but fear itself. But it will always nag at me that I need to chain down my spirit. For the time being that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-2864345411907798039?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/2864345411907798039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-term.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/2864345411907798039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/2864345411907798039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-term.html' title='New Year New Term'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-6484044751363041525</id><published>2009-01-03T04:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T05:07:52.256-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>Crossing the line</title><content type='html'>So while I was planning for my first post in the New Year to be about a great many different things it will not be what I had wanted. Tonight (or this morning technically) I was at the Princes 1500 with my girls from the Mount and my friend who has been staying with me this past week until school starts. So we pretty much close the place down and everyone (or at least the ones that can) are going to go to the bartender's house for a kick ass breakfast. Well on the way the driver and long time friend decides, to be funny, she's going swerve the car. Now beyond the fact that that is dumb period its also dumb because she's been drinking and (a. the police can stop her and we all get fucked (b. she can actually endangers us and hit something or (c. fuck up someone's shit and it'll have to been taken care of. So I decided to fuck that shite and as soon as we get to the grocery store, that is about 7ish blocks from my apartment, I was walking home. Everyone was busting my balls about but I had made my decision and I was sticking to it. I don't really care if it seemed stupid. I've gotten into shite with drinking so I take it seriously if my physical well being, as well as that of my criminal records, is somehow endangered. I was not getting back in the car. At that point I was just not go back for breakfast period. The bartender offered to take a cab with me but I had made my decision: If the people I was hanging out with was making the decision to not be safe that I wasn't hanging out with them at the moment. I gave my college friend the option of coming back with me since she was staying with me but she choose to go so I let her. She is a grown woman and can make her own decisions. And may they always be good ones. So I'm chillin in my apartment by myself and that's OK with me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-6484044751363041525?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/6484044751363041525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/crossing-line.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6484044751363041525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/6484044751363041525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2009/01/crossing-line.html' title='Crossing the line'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884617003574420521.post-5599995009920557107</id><published>2008-12-28T20:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:30:27.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Most powerful lyrics for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=444MW-dBwcU"&gt;Astronaut: A Short History of Nearly Nothing&lt;/a&gt; by Amanda Palmer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884617003574420521-5599995009920557107?l=contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/feeds/5599995009920557107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2008/12/most-powerful-lyrics-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/5599995009920557107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884617003574420521/posts/default/5599995009920557107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contradictoryjuxtaposition.blogspot.com/2008/12/most-powerful-lyrics-for-me.html' title='Most powerful lyrics for me'/><author><name>The Mad Dame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10648982213302557971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4N3AeCBHSJo/SU7MRO3d5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gEEc4zRV79k/S220/n504935744_60435_1458.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
