<?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-7515392518741680989</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:04:52.343-08:00</updated><category term='reading'/><category term='PissIfell'/><category term='me'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='ex'/><category term='funny'/><category term='Hobbies'/><category term='OKCupid'/><category term='Don&apos;ts'/><category term='Music'/><category term='lists'/><category term='Work'/><category term='hypochondria'/><category term='dating'/><category term='cats'/><category term='cheatsheet'/><category term='photos'/><category term='chuck'/><category term='snow'/><category term='Online dating'/><title type='text'>clamorings</title><subtitle type='html'>My story's not new, and neither are my cats. I'm just a single 20 something (soon to be 30 something. ugh.) Follow my misadventures on my quest for finding like in a small small town.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04897764705252760063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S3L0N0FZWcI/AAAAAAAABHA/7Ys6edaVhHw/S220/22570_248183197389_809097389_3146826_2092788_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515392518741680989.post-8556120447796036917</id><published>2010-02-17T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T11:37:06.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Size Matters</title><content type='html'>I tend to be attracted to really tall guys, even though I am a mere 5'2". I never could explain why, but I liked this quote from the book I'm reading. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One reason Helena and I would never be close friends is that I am about half as tall as she.  People tend to stick to their own size group because it’s easier on the neck.  Unless they are romantically involved, in which case the size difference is sexy.  It means: I am willing to go the distance for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shared Patio&lt;br /&gt;— Miranda July (No One Belongs Here More Than You: Stories)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7515392518741680989-8556120447796036917?l=clamorings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/feeds/8556120447796036917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/02/size-matters.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/8556120447796036917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/8556120447796036917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/02/size-matters.html' title='Size Matters'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04897764705252760063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S3L0N0FZWcI/AAAAAAAABHA/7Ys6edaVhHw/S220/22570_248183197389_809097389_3146826_2092788_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515392518741680989.post-3185851893148515448</id><published>2010-02-14T18:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T18:32:19.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For valentines day I&amp;#39;m watching jennifer&amp;#39;s body&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7515392518741680989-3185851893148515448?l=clamorings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/feeds/3185851893148515448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-valentines-day-i-watching-jennifer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/3185851893148515448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/3185851893148515448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-valentines-day-i-watching-jennifer.html' title=''/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04897764705252760063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S3L0N0FZWcI/AAAAAAAABHA/7Ys6edaVhHw/S220/22570_248183197389_809097389_3146826_2092788_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515392518741680989.post-1787399352254817640</id><published>2010-02-10T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:05:47.451-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;ts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OKCupid'/><title type='text'>I won't write you back if</title><content type='html'>This is a new section of my blog where I post red flags I find on OkCupid and will be directly copying it for your viewing pleasure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't write you back if the movie portion of your profile looks like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Movies: In no particular order: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman, Superman Returns, Batman, Batman Begins, The Dark Knight, Spiderman, X-Men, Star Wars, Iron Man, Clerks, Mallrats, The Great Outdoors, The Jerk, Father of the Bride, Big, The Burbs, Joe Versus the Volcano, The Money Pit, My Blue Heaven, The Toy, See No Evil Hear No Evil, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, Adventures in Babysitting, Planes Trains &amp; Automobiles, Little Shop of Horrors, Uncle Buck, Who's Harry Crumb, Armed and Dangerous, Bottle Rocket, Envy, Best in Show, A Christmas Story, License to Drive, Encino Man, Summer Rental, Weekend at Bernies, Brewster's Millions, Herlem Nights, Spaceballs, Gleaming the Cube, Cocoon, the Karate Kid, Commando, total recall, Who Framed Roger Rabbit, the Incredibles, Legend, Airborne, Beverly Hills Cop 1-3, 48 Hours, The Golden Child, Coneheads, Airheads, Billy Madison, Happy Gilmore, Juno, The Wedding Singer, Dirty Work, The Waterboy, Little Nicky, Waynes World, UHF, Tommy Boy, Black Sheep, Half Baked, Up in Smoke, Still Smoking, Reality Bites, Empire Records, Joe Dirt, PCU, Zoolander, Spies Like Us, Stripes, Splash, Caddyshack, Animal House, National Lampoons Vacation, European Vacation, Christmas Vacation, Galaxy Quest, Eurotrip, Austin Powers, Blazing Saddles, Tin Cup, Prefontaine, The Royal Tenenbaums, Rushmore, Beerfest, Superbad, Accepted, Harold and Kumar, Old School, Anchor Man, The Hangover, Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby, So I Married an Axe Murderer, Clue, Forrest Gump, Scary Movie, Friday, Dumb and Dumber, The Cable Guy, Naked Gun, Top Secret, Better Off Dead, One Crazy Summer, Kingpin, Grandma's Boy, What About Bob, Fletch, Ghostbusters, Con Air, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Summer School, High School High, How High, Pineallpe Express, Back to School, Fast Times at Ridgemont High, Dazed and Confused, The Replacements, The Program, The Last Boy Scout, Necessary Roughness, The Express, Cannibal! The Musical, Orgasmo, BASEketball, Back To The Future, Pink Floyd: The Wall, The Fifth Element, Hot Fuzz, Bill and Teds Excellent Adventure, Flight of the Navigator, Throw Mama from the Train, DARYL, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Cry Baby, Cheech and Chong Movies, Van Wilder, Dead Man on Campus, The Poseidon Adventure, Shaun of the Dead, 28 Days Later, Zombieland, Inglorious Basterds, Boyz in the Hood, Menace II Society, CB4, The Graduate, Project X, The Philadelphia Experiment, Jurassic Park, The Princess Bride, Army of Darkness, Evil Dead, Bubba Ho-tep, Beetlejuice, Revenge Of the Nerds, Police Academy, Teen Wolf, Real Genius, The Three Amigos, Loose Cannons, Dodgeball, Starship Troopers, True Romance, True Lies, Last Action Hero, Ultimate Avengers, Point Break, Napolean Dynamite, American Pie 1&amp;2, The Doors, Swingers, Bulworth, Big Trouble in Little China, I'm Gonna Git You Sucka, Hustle &amp; Flow, Silence of the Lambs, 12 Monkeys, The Big Lebowski, Scrooged, American History X, Sniper, Usual Suspects, Bad Boys, Grosse Pointe Blank, A Clockwork Orange, American Beauty, Rain Man, Rounders, Bourne Identity, Wallstreet, Boogie Nights, Confessions of a Dangerous Mind, Adaptation, A Beautiful Mind, Being John Malkovich, The Basketball Diaries, Die Hard, Bloodsport, Lionheart, Flatliners, Clear and Present Danger, A Few Good men, The Fugitive, Patriot Games, Dead Poets Society, Natural Born Killers, Dark City, Darkman, Friday Night Lights, Remember The Titans, Rudy, Cyborg, Mad Max, Highlander, Indiana Jones, Lord Of the Rings, Harry Potter, Apocalypse Now, Sin City, Snatch, Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, Sherlock Holmes, Fight Club, Boondock Saints, American Gangster, Four Rooms, The Men Who Stare at Goats, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Top Gun, Saving Private Ryan, Platoon, Gladiator, The Patriot, The Rock, Gran Turino, Reservoir Dogs, Almost every James Bond Movie, All Bruce Lee Movies, Braveheart, The Goonies, Gremlins, Hackers, PI, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, King of New York, Jaws, The Abyss, Alpha Dog, Stand By Me, Lean on Me, Th Lost Boys, The Outsiders, The Godfather, Pulp Fiction, Good Will Hunting, Good Morning Vietnam, From Dusk till Dawn, Walk the Line, The Shawshank Redemption, Taxi Driver, Se7en, Scarface, Donnie Brasco, Casino, Goodfellas, Full Metal Jacket, Platoon, Robocop, Lethal Weapon, Heat, A Bronx Tale, Arachnophobia, Enemy of the State, The Matrix trilogy, Blade Runner, Barbarella, Running Man, Enter The Dragon, Game of Death, The Game, Surviving the Game, Terminator, Rambo, Predator, Alien, District 9, Full Metal Jacket, Donnie Darko, Invasion of the Bodysnatchers, ET, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Independence Day, Fire in the Sky, The Shining, Hellraiser, The Butterfly Effect, Mad Max, Timecop, Stargate, Men in Black, All Star Trek Movies. Let me know if I missed anything."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7515392518741680989-1787399352254817640?l=clamorings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/feeds/1787399352254817640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wont-write-you-back-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/1787399352254817640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/1787399352254817640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wont-write-you-back-if.html' title='I won&apos;t write you back if'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04897764705252760063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S3L0N0FZWcI/AAAAAAAABHA/7Ys6edaVhHw/S220/22570_248183197389_809097389_3146826_2092788_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515392518741680989.post-4954706818348282370</id><published>2010-02-10T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T17:10:51.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my perfect man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S3NYxfsjKFI/AAAAAAAABHo/4A89EfBKuFI/s1600-h/18732_1318112707512_1071597501_932812_265930_n-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S3NYxfsjKFI/AAAAAAAABHo/4A89EfBKuFI/s400/18732_1318112707512_1071597501_932812_265930_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436786782511507538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... is apparently gay. This answers a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7515392518741680989-4954706818348282370?l=clamorings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/feeds/4954706818348282370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-perfect-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/4954706818348282370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/4954706818348282370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-perfect-man.html' title='my perfect man'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04897764705252760063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S3L0N0FZWcI/AAAAAAAABHA/7Ys6edaVhHw/S220/22570_248183197389_809097389_3146826_2092788_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S3NYxfsjKFI/AAAAAAAABHo/4A89EfBKuFI/s72-c/18732_1318112707512_1071597501_932812_265930_n-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515392518741680989.post-473521657950068069</id><published>2010-02-10T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:02:30.089-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>I want my 99 cents back</title><content type='html'>This chick book is terrible. How am I supposed to consider it a guilty pleasure and conjur up the man of my dreams, when this is the description of the dream dude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He looked comfortable in his usual jeans and a faded U2 elevation concert tour t-shirt. He was barefoot and sporting a salon-induced tan, his brown hair perfectly coiffed, as always with a few orangey-blonde streaks in his bangs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she just described Bon Jovi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend enough time dodging this same exact dude on OKCupid.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Imma go outside and build a snow man with my roommates. Besides, I'd rather my men pale, lacking that salon induced douchetan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7515392518741680989-473521657950068069?l=clamorings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/feeds/473521657950068069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-my-99-cents-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/473521657950068069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/473521657950068069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-my-99-cents-back.html' title='I want my 99 cents back'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04897764705252760063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S3L0N0FZWcI/AAAAAAAABHA/7Ys6edaVhHw/S220/22570_248183197389_809097389_3146826_2092788_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515392518741680989.post-4733033848765096330</id><published>2010-02-10T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:55:40.754-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>My work did a little project for Valentine's Day (or as I call it, Singles Awareness Day.) It's based on the idea of missed connections and putting humanity into technology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out. Lots of people worked on them. Namely my friends Ashlie, Kenny, Emily and Erik. &lt;a href="http://www.bruuuuce.com/"&gt;Bruce&lt;/a&gt; directed some, &lt;a href="http://milkcase.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt; starred in some, and I wrote the twilight one, and the post about my dignity being lost which gave me away completely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bglostandfound.com"&gt;BGLostandFound&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7515392518741680989-4733033848765096330?l=clamorings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/feeds/4733033848765096330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/02/lost-and-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/4733033848765096330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/4733033848765096330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/02/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04897764705252760063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S3L0N0FZWcI/AAAAAAAABHA/7Ys6edaVhHw/S220/22570_248183197389_809097389_3146826_2092788_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515392518741680989.post-1555227154213566029</id><published>2010-02-10T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:43:09.757-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OKCupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Snowtastrophy</title><content type='html'>Well, it's another snow day. I will never ever be annoyed by snow. I don't care how uncoordinated I am, how much I fall in it, how much the cold makes me have to pee. The fact that it is 100% acceptable to not get off my ass for 2 days gives me endless pleasure. I have 2 bottles of wine, 2 cats and endless supply of artery clogging food waiting to be consumed. Well not the cats, don't get me wrong I probably would if it came down to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life. is. good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already broke kindle rule number one. It was a self imposed rule, similar to when I got my first iPod. The rule being that I will only read books that I won't be ashamed of if anyone picks it up. But with threat of looming snowstorm and finishing of my last book, I needed something. The kindle gods told me that a chick book, complete with fat intelligent woman finding love was only 99 cents. It was fate. So now, as I'm stuffing my face full of cheese covered tostitoes, I can envision that there is hope for me. If I wasn't about 95% positive that this author is currently wiping the same tostito crumbs from her keyboard while penning her follow up book, "No really, Keep eating, Someone will Love You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to figure out a way to stretch $190 dollars across 2 weeks. I ended up spending all of this paycheck on silly little things like rent and bills and more important things like &lt;a href="http://twelvesouth.com/products/bookbook/"&gt;this awesome case&lt;/a&gt; for my computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been much better with my OKCupiding as of late. I usually don't talk to anyone and just man shop, but I've actually loosened up and written a few candidates back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next step: I'm going to practice the art of juggling. I'm single, young, still have my looks. I shouldn't be sitting around waiting till these tostitoes catch up with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7515392518741680989-1555227154213566029?l=clamorings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/feeds/1555227154213566029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/02/snowtastrophy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/1555227154213566029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/1555227154213566029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/02/snowtastrophy.html' title='Snowtastrophy'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04897764705252760063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S3L0N0FZWcI/AAAAAAAABHA/7Ys6edaVhHw/S220/22570_248183197389_809097389_3146826_2092788_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515392518741680989.post-6899783800331657202</id><published>2010-02-06T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T11:28:42.568-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Went out for exercise</title><content type='html'>.... Came back with a gallon of milk, chocolate sauce, cheesey salsa dip, tostitos and french bread pizza (the liquor store was closed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being snowed in never felt so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was much more productive last blizzard (video made my Bruce Pinchbeck.) I'm the one making the snowman with the 40 in hand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8295898&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8295898&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/8295898"&gt;Oooo Wah Ah Ah Ah!&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user853536"&gt;Bruce Pinchbeck&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7515392518741680989-6899783800331657202?l=clamorings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/feeds/6899783800331657202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/02/went-out-for-exercise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/6899783800331657202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/6899783800331657202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/02/went-out-for-exercise.html' title='Went out for exercise'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04897764705252760063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S3L0N0FZWcI/AAAAAAAABHA/7Ys6edaVhHw/S220/22570_248183197389_809097389_3146826_2092788_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515392518741680989.post-6369448857780757997</id><published>2010-02-03T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:14:15.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hypochondria'/><title type='text'>...Said me and Peggy Ann McKay</title><content type='html'>(yes I realize my title is grammatically incorrect but it would fit so nicely in the poem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I should have blogged a few days ago and I apologize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleen will not be blogging for the next few days. She is under the weather and is probably, most definitely dying. This has nothing, absolutely nothing, to do with what others refer to as delusions of hypochondria. Please refer to the following list of ailments and chose the one you think to have the most bearing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Skin cancer: She noticed a shoulder zit in the shower last week and it's still there. Then she vaguely remembered a conversation in which someone said that something resembling a pimple above the shoulder is probably cancer and will lead to sudden death due to it's proximity to the brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aneurysm: She laid in bed for two hours concentrating on the slight pressure in her head and how her family and friends would feel that someone so young would succumb so quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Diabetes: Thus far undiagnosed, but do to her love of all things unhealthy and lack of feeling in her right toe the probability is high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pregnancy: Never mind the iud and prophylactic use, she had a dream she was preggers and it felt really real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Heart attack: Today, after a lunch of penne al la vodka and sausage her left arm hurt. This is unlikely though because any hypochondriac worth her weight in paranoia knows that women, more often than not, feel pain in their neck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she will be back soon, most likely tomorrow. But for now she will be exercising her heart (aka drinking red wine on the couch)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7515392518741680989-6369448857780757997?l=clamorings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/feeds/6369448857780757997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/02/said-me-and-peggy-ann-mckay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/6369448857780757997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/6369448857780757997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/02/said-me-and-peggy-ann-mckay.html' title='...Said me and Peggy Ann McKay'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04897764705252760063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S3L0N0FZWcI/AAAAAAAABHA/7Ys6edaVhHw/S220/22570_248183197389_809097389_3146826_2092788_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515392518741680989.post-1038464339058148350</id><published>2010-01-30T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:23:01.596-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Hobbies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S2S_G33ALMI/AAAAAAAABG4/Gs1_sgHrKcA/s1600-h/masonic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S2S_G33ALMI/AAAAAAAABG4/Gs1_sgHrKcA/s400/masonic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432677175310429378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows me knows that I have a grandiose approach to hobbies. But what I lack in motivation, I make up for in no follow through. My latest venture was photography. I spent 600 bones on a digital SLR and an additional 300 on a class at Fliescher (It was a 10 week class, of which I missed 3.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my main issue is that I surround myself with really talented people, so I'm kind of ashamed to show them my amateur attempts at photography. Well, ya gotta start somewhere. So, I'm going to put my shame aside and share some photos I've taken once in a while. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/colleenlam/sets/72157623191056425/"&gt;Here's a link to a small batch&lt;/a&gt;. More will come later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7515392518741680989-1038464339058148350?l=clamorings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/feeds/1038464339058148350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/01/hobbies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/1038464339058148350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/1038464339058148350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/01/hobbies.html' title='Hobbies'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04897764705252760063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S3L0N0FZWcI/AAAAAAAABHA/7Ys6edaVhHw/S220/22570_248183197389_809097389_3146826_2092788_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S2S_G33ALMI/AAAAAAAABG4/Gs1_sgHrKcA/s72-c/masonic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515392518741680989.post-3153229776448818169</id><published>2010-01-29T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T07:23:18.040-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Online dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PissIfell'/><title type='text'>He said</title><content type='html'>See &lt;a href="http://pissoffifelldown.blogspot.com/"&gt;guy's&lt;/a&gt; answer to my previous post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so Short and Curly called me out on some internet dating nonsense. I'll admit it, with just a tinge of shame, I too am, or was, an internet dater. Sac omitted one interesting little tidbit about her internet dating history, though. It's where we met oh so many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I never quantified my approach to internet dating the way she did because I'm not as much of an overthinker. But there are definitely some things I kept in mind whilst browsing the morass of desperation and gross casual sex that is OkC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures and Such:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Pixelated and out of focus - seriously, the number of people who can't just upload a proper sized pic to this site is astounding. But, it's a quick and easy way to eliminate retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Old boyfriend poorly cropped out, with a block over his face or not obscured at all - hung up. If you do go out on a date with this person you'll spend most of the night hearing stories about how awesome/awful this dood was/is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    More than one picture with more than one friend - trying too hard to overcome internet dating stigma. "Look I have real friends!!!!" It's 2010, calm down, everyone internet dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Face only photo, self taken, from above - I'm just gonna go ahead and guess that you and I have wildly different interpretations of the term "slender" when it comes to body type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, since this blog is mostly about me making fun of myself, here are some "tweaks" I made in crafting my own profiles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hats - I did this without even realizing it. It's no secret that my hair has been beating a hasty retreat to my shoulders and ears for some time now. Turns out that I am subconsciously a little more insecure about this than I'd like to be, as I was wearing a hat in every picture in my most recent profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Career Description - I hate describing my job because it sucks, it's nothing I want to do with my life and there's no way to frame it to seem impressive. This section usually became a way to show off my biting wit and self-effacing hilarity. Usually something like: I gleam the cubicle from 9-5 blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Movies, Books, TV etc - I have great taste in all this shit, if I may toot my own horn a little bit. But, I've got a penchant for sloppy romcoms, shitty teen coming of age or transformation movies, the occasional musical, terrible mopey whiteboy pop and the like. Did I hone up to any of that? Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, internet dating is no worse or better a place to meet people. Granted, it seems to be a bit more tolerable for guys, as girls are way less creepy than us, and if you're not a complete cretin you get to meet some awesome women and walk away with some good friends if the dating shit doesn't work out. But, I think, for me at least, I'm just gonna stick with real life for a while. Parades have been a great place as of late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7515392518741680989-3153229776448818169?l=clamorings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/feeds/3153229776448818169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/01/he-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/3153229776448818169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/3153229776448818169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/01/he-said.html' title='He said'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04897764705252760063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S3L0N0FZWcI/AAAAAAAABHA/7Ys6edaVhHw/S220/22570_248183197389_809097389_3146826_2092788_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515392518741680989.post-7619504323612619872</id><published>2010-01-27T19:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T06:41:44.433-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Online dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OKCupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheatsheet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Quick Cheat Sheet to online dating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S2GhnLYsh9I/AAAAAAAABGw/5ZKREbr0yPo/s1600-h/2340_51898973371_604943371_1500084_1150_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S2GhnLYsh9I/AAAAAAAABGw/5ZKREbr0yPo/s320/2340_51898973371_604943371_1500084_1150_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431800320028870610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online dating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be treated like touching one's self. Sure, lots of people do it, but for the love of God, don't ever admit it. Well, I have a surprisingly high shame threshold and I am going to out myself. I ... am... an online dater. Phew, now that's out of the way let me tell you a few things I've notice whilst man shopping. Oh, and he doesn't know it yet, but Imma have &lt;a href="http://pissoffifelldown.blogspot.com/"&gt;my guy friend&lt;/a&gt; do the lady counterpart list at later date. (Special thanks to him, for allowing me to use his photo.) So here goes. This is mostly in or around OKCupid, because it's free and I'm as cheap as I am lazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extreme closeup- fat&lt;br /&gt;Smirks, serious emo faces, general unhappiness- Fucked up teeth. &lt;br /&gt;More than one cat picture- Gay&lt;br /&gt;Smoking- pretentious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Short term relationships" - Casual sex&lt;br /&gt;"Activity partners"- Casual sex&lt;br /&gt;"Long term activity partners"- Casual sex&lt;br /&gt;"Casual sex"= Someone to make out with in their mom's basement&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7515392518741680989-7619504323612619872?l=clamorings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/feeds/7619504323612619872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/01/quick-cheat-sheet-to-online-dating.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/7619504323612619872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/7619504323612619872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/01/quick-cheat-sheet-to-online-dating.html' title='Quick Cheat Sheet to online dating'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04897764705252760063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S3L0N0FZWcI/AAAAAAAABHA/7Ys6edaVhHw/S220/22570_248183197389_809097389_3146826_2092788_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S2GhnLYsh9I/AAAAAAAABGw/5ZKREbr0yPo/s72-c/2340_51898973371_604943371_1500084_1150_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515392518741680989.post-5084728210231578771</id><published>2010-01-26T17:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T17:45:37.565-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>Game</title><content type='html'>Some girls have it, some don't. I tend to fall into the realm of the latter. Ever since I can remember, I've relied on a certain level of, well what I believe to be humor to get some one's attention. Looking back, I can remember summers at the Jersey Shore. In fact, I think the younger me could teach Snooki a thing or two. I would set my sights on a lifeguard,  and immediately plot a way to get his attention. Surely, once I had his attention the rest would be fall right into place. We would marry, I would birth his especially buoyant children, and we would live a long sea fearing life together. So back to the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, I would decide to pack my one piece bathing suit (I was probably around 6 years old) with sand. Not just a little sand, but I really packed it in there to the gills, enough to for it to appear that I was about 7 months with child. I would then circle the lifeguard stand. Why I did this, I'm still not sure. Maybe to show him I wasn't like all of those other immature 6 year olds. So, despite the chafing and despite the fact that I'd be finding sand for weeks, I never gave up. I would repeat this exercise daily for our entire beach week. When I got into my awkward teen years I gave up the sand stuffing in favor of a more direct approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I would look at the names carved into the stand and convince ourselves these were the names of our unwilling lovers. So we would make up songs. They weren't even particularly good songs. For example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Joe, whatdoya know! Show me what's worth the show!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, then we'd then follow the lifeguards home so that later we could stroll by their houses with especially doe eyed expressions, humming a few bars of our siren songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still find myself doing this in a way today. As I'm listening to my iPod, strolling to and from work, I catch myself trying to match my expression or my walk to the music I'm listening to. As if everyone can hear my music by reading my face. And think, "Well that girl has good taste, I should write a missed connection about her." That reminds me, I haven't looked through them today. Here's hoping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7515392518741680989-5084728210231578771?l=clamorings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/feeds/5084728210231578771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/01/game.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/5084728210231578771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/5084728210231578771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/01/game.html' title='Game'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04897764705252760063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S3L0N0FZWcI/AAAAAAAABHA/7Ys6edaVhHw/S220/22570_248183197389_809097389_3146826_2092788_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515392518741680989.post-1616813326352533315</id><published>2010-01-26T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T12:16:17.363-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Tuesday's Tunes</title><content type='html'>I meant to get this album a while back, when my friend used it in a video he made. Well I was lazy, and that laziness meant that I missed them when they played at Kung Fu Necktie on Friday. Lesson learned. Be more proactive. I'll start that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I apologize for the youtube links to album cover art but I'm technologically illiterate and when my friend tried to explain how to embed mp3s, my brain shut off and all I heard was, "Who wants cake?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Freelance Whales and my favorite song off of the album Weathervanes (which on the whole is really good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: My dear friend Emily let me know that they are coming to Johnny Brenda's in March. I have already bought my tickets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y1KJs_tiL5o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y1KJs_tiL5o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&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/7515392518741680989-1616813326352533315?l=clamorings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/feeds/1616813326352533315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuesdays-tunes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/1616813326352533315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/1616813326352533315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuesdays-tunes.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s Tunes'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04897764705252760063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S3L0N0FZWcI/AAAAAAAABHA/7Ys6edaVhHw/S220/22570_248183197389_809097389_3146826_2092788_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515392518741680989.post-6259771396430246561</id><published>2010-01-25T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:52:19.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>A list</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post_content"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                &lt;p&gt;Warning:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Girly&lt;/span&gt; (with a capital G), so if you continue reading and get pissed you wasted your time, joke’s on you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Whining:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I used to write for this one Philly Girl dating blog. I liked doing it. It was fun. But after a while it forced me to admit to myself that I am both an inherently awful dater and I was still in the same position as when I started a year earlier. And thay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t the position I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt;’ for, if ya know what I mean (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;badabing&lt;/span&gt;.) I started to feel like I needed to preface each post with “I’m not fat….but, here’s why I’m single this week…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, by forcing myself to look at my dating style I can acknowledge that rarely does a dude live up to the long list of standards by which I judge them. Thus I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been officially single for about three years. It’s my longest dry spell in a while. And when I actually sit down to look at my non-existent-yet-impossible-to-measure-up-to-list, it becomes very clear why I’m in said state. List consists of, but it by no means limited to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Being impossibly good looking, minimal scruff to light beard. Anything less or more is unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) 5’10 or taller. Sure, I’m only 5’2 but there’s something about being picked up that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) A little hipster but not too hipster. People don’t understand this distinction and always set me up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;beardos&lt;/span&gt; who look like they’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been hiding out in the woods for the last 20 years mailing bombs to all of the people who failed to appreciate their eclectic taste of indie music in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) My family is very very religious. I am not. So it would help if they were raised catholic/ christian and have strayed or can at least flirt with my mom enough that she’ll forgive the fact that he, and our future family, will inevitably burn in hell. I’m already OK with that fact. I like the heat. In fact, I never even put an air conditioner up this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Has a job (see#3.) I can barely support my cats and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Can make me laugh. Now I realize this is a tall order. So I’m cool as long as you laugh at my jokes, 'cause I’m funny as shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7.) You are Ryan Gosling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That’s just the preliminary round. I’ll tell you the others if I ever find a dude who can pass round one. Note: This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t to say that if he has a little more 6 than 5, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t acceptable. E.g. If he has no beard and flirts with my mom like a champ, well, then let the hell fires burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7515392518741680989-6259771396430246561?l=clamorings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/feeds/6259771396430246561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/01/list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/6259771396430246561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/6259771396430246561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/01/list.html' title='A list'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04897764705252760063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S3L0N0FZWcI/AAAAAAAABHA/7Ys6edaVhHw/S220/22570_248183197389_809097389_3146826_2092788_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515392518741680989.post-326999561419795386</id><published>2010-01-25T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T09:51:13.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>A feast for your ears</title><content type='html'>There's nothing better than finding a new good album. There are no memories, no associations, no strings--just pure ear candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I'm listening to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken Bells. It's a collaboration between Danger Mouse and James Mercer of The Shins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: They made a video &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1" color="#999999"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a style="font: Verdana" href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=102521439"&gt;The High Road&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=102521439,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=102521439,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a style="font: Verdana" href="http://www.myspace.com/brokenbells"&gt;Broken Bells&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="font: Verdana" href="http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=videos"&gt;MySpace Music Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7515392518741680989-326999561419795386?l=clamorings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/feeds/326999561419795386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/01/feast-for-your-ears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/326999561419795386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/326999561419795386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/01/feast-for-your-ears.html' title='A feast for your ears'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04897764705252760063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S3L0N0FZWcI/AAAAAAAABHA/7Ys6edaVhHw/S220/22570_248183197389_809097389_3146826_2092788_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515392518741680989.post-3234426642468733751</id><published>2010-01-24T17:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T17:09:13.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Live. Learn. Laugh.</title><content type='html'>I want to marry this man. Although I think if i met him in real life  I would be afraid of him. My parents would hate him because he makes naughty jokes. But then I realize that's why I like him in the first place. Good thing my second shrink appointment is coming up. Imma send her this link.&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NEOFP1chLY0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/NEOFP1chLY0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/7515392518741680989-3234426642468733751?l=clamorings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/feeds/3234426642468733751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/01/live-learn-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/3234426642468733751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/3234426642468733751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/01/live-learn-laugh.html' title='Live. Learn. Laugh.'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04897764705252760063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S3L0N0FZWcI/AAAAAAAABHA/7Ys6edaVhHw/S220/22570_248183197389_809097389_3146826_2092788_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515392518741680989.post-8717241910175045261</id><published>2010-01-24T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T17:15:09.671-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>Clean linens, clean life.</title><content type='html'>I've finally washed the residual shame out of my sheets that was left over from my last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;relationshiplette&lt;/span&gt;. It took a week to do but that's only because I was fresh out of quarters. The only things that remain to be cleared are the newly found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gutpunch&lt;/span&gt; whenever I hear the XX album that I got him into, and the nervous feeling when I walk into one of our shared hangouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the grand scheme of things, this was a nothing, a small insignificant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nonblip&lt;/span&gt; on the dating map of my life. Why it is important now is because he was the first person I'd kinda liked in a long time. And he was dangerously close to breaking through what my therapist refers to as my emotional containment (I'm still riding high from that diagnosis, I take it to mean cool and aloof, like the Fonz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learned from this short affair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy tells you he is "emotionally unavailable" on the second date. Note the glaring, blinding red flag and run. Run like you've never run before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're playing games in his room and find long brown hairs that look like they belong to that chick posting pictures all over his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. They are hers. Run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling you that he isn't ruling out the possibility of a relationship in the distant future, means he has a lot more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; girls left to bang. I'm telling you to run, so run &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he mails the earplugs you left at his apartment (he snored really loud. don't judge me) to your work after you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;emaily&lt;/span&gt; dumped him, realize someone has more issues than you. Be happy you are no longer dealing with those issues and stop running.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7515392518741680989-8717241910175045261?l=clamorings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/feeds/8717241910175045261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/01/clean-linens-clean-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/8717241910175045261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/8717241910175045261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/01/clean-linens-clean-life.html' title='Clean linens, clean life.'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04897764705252760063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S3L0N0FZWcI/AAAAAAAABHA/7Ys6edaVhHw/S220/22570_248183197389_809097389_3146826_2092788_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515392518741680989.post-4648410565249063978</id><published>2010-01-24T15:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T15:41:16.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuck'/><title type='text'>Meet the competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S1zYn8_f0xI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BkChUlqHTfk/s1600-h/IMG_2697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S1zYn8_f0xI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BkChUlqHTfk/s400/IMG_2697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430453431600927506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Chuck. Well, I can call him Chuck because we're close like that. You can call him Charlie. He currently holds the key to my heart. You see, he has all of the qualities I look for in a mate. He's not codependent. Sure, we have fun. But we know when to say when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't need to be all up in my business. He's got scruff. I can't date a man who is cleanly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shaven&lt;/span&gt;. I like a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't cuddle. I can't sleep with you breathing your hot breath into the nape of my neck. Sleep time is my time, don't encroach on it. He doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a little shorter than I like my men, but what he lacks in height, he makes up for in personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Chuck, do you exist in human form?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7515392518741680989-4648410565249063978?l=clamorings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/feeds/4648410565249063978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/01/meet-competition.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/4648410565249063978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/4648410565249063978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/01/meet-competition.html' title='Meet the competition'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04897764705252760063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S3L0N0FZWcI/AAAAAAAABHA/7Ys6edaVhHw/S220/22570_248183197389_809097389_3146826_2092788_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S1zYn8_f0xI/AAAAAAAABGQ/BkChUlqHTfk/s72-c/IMG_2697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515392518741680989.post-6819903671919769313</id><published>2010-01-24T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T17:52:14.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>You should know</title><content type='html'>Well, If you're reading this you probably already know me. If you don't, you've most likely come across this blog in error, so you wouldn't have read this far. But I'll do this anyway. Since you will be with me for a while, you should know a little about me. Here's a list of the most important items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a gay man trapped in a woman's body. (I love musicals, theater, and the show of it all)&lt;br /&gt;2. I need to be the center of attention at all times.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm afraid of commitment. It's kind of like listening to the radio. OK, I've found a song, but what if there is something way better on another channel and I just don't know it?&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm open and honest, and divulge way too much. Some girls put on a date persona. I'm not that girl. From bodily functions to brainfarts, I have no filter.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm terrified of online dating. Even though I'm doing it, I secretly judge the guys I date for being there, too.&lt;br /&gt;6. Depending on who you are talking to I'm funny, smartish and reasonably attractive (mostly because I have great, big, distracting hair and I'm kinda tiny.) I'm not saying this to be cocky, I'm just putting it in there so you don't assume that's one of the reasons that I'm still single.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm the worst with grammar and spelling, so if this is going to be an issue for you, stop reading now. I'm not the one for you.&lt;br /&gt;8. I lit an amazing candle that I just got from Anthropology and it's putting me to sleep and giving me a headache at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;9. I can count to nine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7515392518741680989-6819903671919769313?l=clamorings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/feeds/6819903671919769313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-should-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/6819903671919769313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/6819903671919769313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-should-know.html' title='You should know'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04897764705252760063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S3L0N0FZWcI/AAAAAAAABHA/7Ys6edaVhHw/S220/22570_248183197389_809097389_3146826_2092788_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7515392518741680989.post-3402848279258617223</id><published>2010-01-24T13:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T14:09:48.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the beginning...</title><content type='html'>There was a girl (me.) I had all the qualities of being a normal girl. But somewhere along the way, where, no one can say for sure, something went horribly wrong. Whether it was my extremely religious and quirky upbringing (one time we held a funeral for our toilets in our backyard. Burial and all.) Or a string of failed relationships, which led to quotes such as "I like you, but to a degree", and the equally flattering "I like you. But not as much as you like me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself here. My love of bacon is slowly starting to settle into my midsection. My emotional wall is one rejected brink away from impenetrable. And I'm a little too content living with my sister and two cats. And as I sit here thinking that my cat Charlie is all the man I will ever need, I realize it's now or never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm straddling the fine line between finding love, or finding myself knitting sweaters out of cat hair. I think I want to try for the former. Here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sit back, relax, and prepare to be underwhelmed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7515392518741680989-3402848279258617223?l=clamorings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/feeds/3402848279258617223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/3402848279258617223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7515392518741680989/posts/default/3402848279258617223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clamorings.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-beginning.html' title='In the beginning...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04897764705252760063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID5514rMN0k/S3L0N0FZWcI/AAAAAAAABHA/7Ys6edaVhHw/S220/22570_248183197389_809097389_3146826_2092788_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
