<?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-3949004385844355560</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:40:03.679-08:00</updated><category term='silence'/><category term='mothers'/><category term='west coast'/><category term='austin'/><category term='biology'/><category term='coconut records'/><category term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>my grays and blues</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imightbeamidget.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949004385844355560/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imightbeamidget.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05224126733575555551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5NwVhFX2u6w/R_upl4o-qYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1W5hwpO7cFQ/S220/dumb+girl.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949004385844355560.post-8453573100679193692</id><published>2008-07-12T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T19:26:39.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1400 miles</title><content type='html'>i moved to austin.&lt;br /&gt;i start a job next week.&lt;br /&gt;i'm the happiest person ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh huh uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1400 miles later...... success?!&lt;br /&gt;i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;i hope this lasts....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949004385844355560-8453573100679193692?l=imightbeamidget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imightbeamidget.blogspot.com/feeds/8453573100679193692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949004385844355560&amp;postID=8453573100679193692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949004385844355560/posts/default/8453573100679193692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949004385844355560/posts/default/8453573100679193692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imightbeamidget.blogspot.com/2008/07/1400-miles.html' title='1400 miles'/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05224126733575555551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5NwVhFX2u6w/R_upl4o-qYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1W5hwpO7cFQ/S220/dumb+girl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949004385844355560.post-2564519539823423105</id><published>2008-05-29T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T16:40:59.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='west coast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='austin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coconut records'/><title type='text'>west coast</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And i miss you (ooooh…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m goin back home to the west coast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish you woulda put yourself in my suitcase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Standin all alone in a black coat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm goin back home to the west coast&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not even out a week and i miss my california life.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my california friends.&lt;br /&gt;and i have to ask myself "really what does texas have to offer me that california lacks?"&lt;br /&gt;and why does my stupid brain do this to me?  the grass is always greener on the other side.  i keep running back and forth to get to the other side only to go back again.  leave again.  go back again. leave again.  how much longer will this last?  how many more times will my friends say hello and welcome and then goodbye again before they have had enough of my shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i made a mistake.  and i hate mistakes.  i think i made a big one.  i think i should have stayed in my life in california.  sucked it up and pulled through.  i think i ruined good things.  great things.  because of my desire to lay in the greener, lusher grass that most definitely does not exist anywhere except inside my brain.  but i'm halfway over to the other side and already it is getting hotter, stickier, more complicated.  and now california is the oasis i lack.  maybe i just want to be everywhere at once.  or nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe if i quit listening to this damn coconut records song i wouldn't be thinking all of these thoughts in the first place.  lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tibet here i come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949004385844355560-2564519539823423105?l=imightbeamidget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imightbeamidget.blogspot.com/feeds/2564519539823423105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949004385844355560&amp;postID=2564519539823423105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949004385844355560/posts/default/2564519539823423105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949004385844355560/posts/default/2564519539823423105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imightbeamidget.blogspot.com/2008/05/west-coast.html' title='west coast'/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05224126733575555551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5NwVhFX2u6w/R_upl4o-qYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1W5hwpO7cFQ/S220/dumb+girl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949004385844355560.post-3779033320471378843</id><published>2008-05-01T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:18:05.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>out and about</title><content type='html'>as promised domo will be making some outings with me and i'll be uploading photos from our adventures.  domo and i met some friends for drinks at the edison and had a good old time.   so good of a time that i didn't wake up in time to make it to the gym the next morning.   this the amazing bar.   i am in love with this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v733/skinned_knee/IMGP4944.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is domo girl having a drink with jenny and stella.    notice that i did turn domo into a girl by adding a bow :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v733/skinned_knee/IMGP4945.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;domo girl was a hit.    she got pretty drunk at the reserved table.  and apparently insulted a french dude.  leave it to domo girl to be so rude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v733/skinned_knee/IMGP4952.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;domo girl also ate all of the fries!!    so much for going to the gym and getting abs of steel.   bad domo girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v733/skinned_knee/IMGP4957.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here you can see my horrible photog skills trying to capture more of the bar. it is really elegant and dark. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v733/skinned_knee/IMGP4968.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine and jenny's thighs of steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v733/skinned_knee/IMGP4962.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;domo girl trying to drink somebody's drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v733/skinned_knee/IMGP4946.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally yeah domo girl drunk off of her bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v733/skinned_knee/IMGP4948.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then david walked me and domo girl home.   on our way we spotted these birds.  david thought my flash would send them flying.   but these are downtown birds, they aren't afraid of anything.  ANYTHING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v733/skinned_knee/IMGP4971.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all i think it was a good night.  domo girl had a good time.  we made it home safely and lived to tell the tale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949004385844355560-3779033320471378843?l=imightbeamidget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imightbeamidget.blogspot.com/feeds/3779033320471378843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949004385844355560&amp;postID=3779033320471378843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949004385844355560/posts/default/3779033320471378843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949004385844355560/posts/default/3779033320471378843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imightbeamidget.blogspot.com/2008/05/out-and-about.html' title='out and about'/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05224126733575555551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5NwVhFX2u6w/R_upl4o-qYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1W5hwpO7cFQ/S220/dumb+girl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949004385844355560.post-3951712912611796138</id><published>2008-04-30T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T19:13:00.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><title type='text'>biologically speaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://rosenblumtv.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/01-coll-dna-knoll-l.jpg" /&gt;my friends are always telling me that i need to speak up.  that i need to say what is on my mind more often.  when they say it i agree, but inside it feels like an impossibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i let my infinite thoughts inside my head swim around until they go off and are so distant it is like they just stopped existing.   really they are just hiding somewhere in my mind.  and really only the most filtered, smallest selection of my thoughts get shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this way i have become my mother.  and it frightens me.   i remember always asking her that dreaded question 'what is wrong?' and never getting a response.   silence.   it was her weapon or flaw.   i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started making decisions for my life and future when i was fourteen.  i was self-sufficient and independent by the age of seventeen.  i graduated from university and have visited shores my mother has never even considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still no matter how different i try to be from this woman i have inherited her silence.  despite all of my efforts to never be like her i've adopted her tongue biting.  and i don't know what to do.  no matter how ridiculous it is i always feel my biology has set me up for failure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949004385844355560-3951712912611796138?l=imightbeamidget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imightbeamidget.blogspot.com/feeds/3951712912611796138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949004385844355560&amp;postID=3951712912611796138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949004385844355560/posts/default/3951712912611796138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949004385844355560/posts/default/3951712912611796138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imightbeamidget.blogspot.com/2008/04/biologically-speaking.html' title='biologically speaking'/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05224126733575555551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5NwVhFX2u6w/R_upl4o-qYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1W5hwpO7cFQ/S220/dumb+girl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949004385844355560.post-912727876456331395</id><published>2008-04-21T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T09:48:42.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>domo obsession</title><content type='html'>so i'm obsessed with this little guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 200px;" src="http://www.mobypal.com/files/photos/26e359e83860db1L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found him by accident one day while i was shopping and spending the money that i should have been saving for project relocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now want this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 200px;" src="http://sjc.blog.uvm.edu/archives/domo-ipod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe this too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 200px;" src="http://www.ischool.utexas.edu/%7Ekleinman/domo_kun_phone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course a shirt would be pretty nice to have as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor:none; width: 200px;" src="http://www.thinkgeek.com/images/products/zoom/domokun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one else really shares this obsession or really understands it.  lol.  during my blog snooping i found this guy who posts pictures of this stuffed animal doing everything with him.  so basically wherever this guy goes his cow goes.   i think me and my domo doll should be the same way.  that will be my blog.  my life acted out by my domo doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned if you don't think it is incredibly lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's brown and screaming what is not to like?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949004385844355560-912727876456331395?l=imightbeamidget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imightbeamidget.blogspot.com/feeds/912727876456331395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949004385844355560&amp;postID=912727876456331395' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949004385844355560/posts/default/912727876456331395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949004385844355560/posts/default/912727876456331395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imightbeamidget.blogspot.com/2008/04/domo-obsession.html' title='domo obsession'/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05224126733575555551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5NwVhFX2u6w/R_upl4o-qYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1W5hwpO7cFQ/S220/dumb+girl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949004385844355560.post-3420929282985584912</id><published>2008-04-16T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T09:19:38.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drunk dialing</title><content type='html'>okay&lt;br /&gt;i just want to end the dialing part&lt;br /&gt;not the drunk part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've said it before and i'll say it again- my drunk little fingers will be the end of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: none; width: 320px;" src="http://imgsrv.wzpl.com/image/wzpl/UserFiles/Image/Kelly_Pics/Drunk-Dial.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949004385844355560-3420929282985584912?l=imightbeamidget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imightbeamidget.blogspot.com/feeds/3420929282985584912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949004385844355560&amp;postID=3420929282985584912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949004385844355560/posts/default/3420929282985584912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949004385844355560/posts/default/3420929282985584912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imightbeamidget.blogspot.com/2008/04/drunk-dialing.html' title='drunk dialing'/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05224126733575555551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5NwVhFX2u6w/R_upl4o-qYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1W5hwpO7cFQ/S220/dumb+girl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949004385844355560.post-8299172544537092244</id><published>2008-04-14T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T12:14:06.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the anatomy of melancholy</title><content type='html'>i work two jobs and go to the gym.  i have run out of things to say.  i don't have time to form opinions.  i don't even have political views anymore. i'm tired.  i don't even know if i like my friends anymore. (just kidding friends i love you, that sentence was for dramatic effect only.)  so i'm tired.  and a bore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949004385844355560-8299172544537092244?l=imightbeamidget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imightbeamidget.blogspot.com/feeds/8299172544537092244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949004385844355560&amp;postID=8299172544537092244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949004385844355560/posts/default/8299172544537092244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949004385844355560/posts/default/8299172544537092244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imightbeamidget.blogspot.com/2008/04/anatomy-of-melancholy.html' title='the anatomy of melancholy'/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05224126733575555551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5NwVhFX2u6w/R_upl4o-qYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1W5hwpO7cFQ/S220/dumb+girl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949004385844355560.post-3440308651465650002</id><published>2008-04-14T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T09:20:43.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>décolletage</title><content type='html'>i wear a sweater in the desert heat so men won't stare at my breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and people are always shocked when i say i would cut them off in a second if given the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px; display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:none; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://fasterthantheworld.com/scalpel.jpg"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949004385844355560-3440308651465650002?l=imightbeamidget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imightbeamidget.blogspot.com/feeds/3440308651465650002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949004385844355560&amp;postID=3440308651465650002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949004385844355560/posts/default/3440308651465650002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949004385844355560/posts/default/3440308651465650002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imightbeamidget.blogspot.com/2008/04/dcolletage.html' title='décolletage'/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05224126733575555551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5NwVhFX2u6w/R_upl4o-qYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1W5hwpO7cFQ/S220/dumb+girl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949004385844355560.post-5979485094532000633</id><published>2008-04-10T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:22:31.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seventy two hours</title><content type='html'>and she got tired of being faithful to the idea of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: none; width: 320px;" src="http://www.cirrusimage.com/Flower/sunflowers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949004385844355560-5979485094532000633?l=imightbeamidget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imightbeamidget.blogspot.com/feeds/5979485094532000633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949004385844355560&amp;postID=5979485094532000633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949004385844355560/posts/default/5979485094532000633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949004385844355560/posts/default/5979485094532000633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imightbeamidget.blogspot.com/2008/04/seventy-two-hours.html' title='seventy two hours'/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05224126733575555551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5NwVhFX2u6w/R_upl4o-qYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1W5hwpO7cFQ/S220/dumb+girl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949004385844355560.post-4842893127679660963</id><published>2008-04-09T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:34:09.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>succexy</title><content type='html'>so this is my third week going to the gym :]&lt;br /&gt;i feel fabulous.  my first week i started off at 1.67 miles in 30 minutes and i was dying.  week three and i am already up to 3.09 miles in 30 minutes.  woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i am going to stop counting miles and up the resistance level.    i'll see what happens when i do that.   and i love the balance ball!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px; margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: none; width: 320px;" src="http://cdn.overstock.com/images/products/L10718773.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the ball is one of the best inventions EVER.  i want to buy one for my apartment so i can work-out at home.  but i probably won't invest until i relocate.  i also love that balance thing that lays flat on the floor.  i don't know what it is called but at 24 hour fitness they are mega stingy and only trainers are allowed to use it &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kim and i tried to do pull ups on this weight machine yesterday.  yeah i made a complete ass out of myself.   i did one and then just hung there because i could not pull myself up for a second one.   i am hoping to get super fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i just need to make a work out mix on my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;doing cardio to radiohead just isn't working out for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949004385844355560-4842893127679660963?l=imightbeamidget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imightbeamidget.blogspot.com/feeds/4842893127679660963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949004385844355560&amp;postID=4842893127679660963' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949004385844355560/posts/default/4842893127679660963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949004385844355560/posts/default/4842893127679660963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imightbeamidget.blogspot.com/2008/04/succexy.html' title='succexy'/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05224126733575555551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5NwVhFX2u6w/R_upl4o-qYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1W5hwpO7cFQ/S220/dumb+girl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949004385844355560.post-5222040793835294082</id><published>2008-04-08T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:06:34.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>insipid woman that i am</title><content type='html'>i believe i desire to be a poet.&lt;br /&gt;a published poet.&lt;br /&gt;even if only self-published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i wrote this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if i didn't know the difference living alone'd probably be ok&lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't be lonely&lt;br /&gt;i got a long way to go&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting further away&lt;br /&gt;a lot of hours to occupy, it was easy when i didn't know you yet&lt;br /&gt;things i'd have to forget&lt;br /&gt;but i better be quiet now&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of wasting my breath&lt;br /&gt;carrying on and getting upset&lt;br /&gt;maybe i got a problem, but that's not what i wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;i'd prefer to say nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i got a long way to go&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting further away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© elliott smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but instead these are my words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contagion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm nervous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because she&lt;br /&gt;wins&lt;br /&gt;she has your history&lt;br /&gt;folded up and tucked&lt;br /&gt;away in the side pocket&lt;br /&gt;of her purse&lt;br /&gt;begging to&lt;br /&gt;pose a&lt;br /&gt;threat&lt;br /&gt;by bringing it out to re.mind&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;lure&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;a    w    a    y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sneaky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;familiarity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© mja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i wasn't so pathetically female.&lt;br /&gt;so unlike joe i will simply have another poem for 'everyone' to read.  lol just because i don't think i can focus long enough to write anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so until i can think of something more worthwhile this is all i have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949004385844355560-5222040793835294082?l=imightbeamidget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imightbeamidget.blogspot.com/feeds/5222040793835294082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949004385844355560&amp;postID=5222040793835294082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949004385844355560/posts/default/5222040793835294082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949004385844355560/posts/default/5222040793835294082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imightbeamidget.blogspot.com/2008/04/insipid-woman-that-i-am.html' title='insipid woman that i am'/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05224126733575555551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5NwVhFX2u6w/R_upl4o-qYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1W5hwpO7cFQ/S220/dumb+girl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949004385844355560.post-7315213864792628317</id><published>2008-04-08T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T09:40:38.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>same typical offering</title><content type='html'>everyone else was doing it.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i should too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3949004385844355560-7315213864792628317?l=imightbeamidget.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imightbeamidget.blogspot.com/feeds/7315213864792628317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3949004385844355560&amp;postID=7315213864792628317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949004385844355560/posts/default/7315213864792628317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3949004385844355560/posts/default/7315213864792628317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imightbeamidget.blogspot.com/2008/04/same-typical-offering.html' title='same typical offering'/><author><name>mj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05224126733575555551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5NwVhFX2u6w/R_upl4o-qYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1W5hwpO7cFQ/S220/dumb+girl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
