<?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-3166579641712503659</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:47:23.079-04:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Hotness'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='Oops I forgot it was Saturday'/><category term='Babies'/><category term='List Entry'/><category term='FUCK'/><category term='Yeah I know its late fuck you'/><category term='Sexy Saturday'/><category term='Hermit'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Review'/><category term='Silly Scots'/><category term='Photo'/><category term='Holy Shit It&apos;s Not Porn'/><category term='Sometimes I&apos;m deep'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Dagorhir'/><category term='Kinda Awesome'/><category term='Badon Hill'/><category term='Parents'/><category term='Quote'/><category term='Ragnarok'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Geeky terms'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='I&apos;m Sick'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Weather'/><category term='WTF'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='Porn'/><category term='No Thanks'/><category term='Zac'/><category term='I Need To Get Laid'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Cuteness'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Holy Shit I&apos;m Skinny'/><category term='Fucked up shit'/><category term='I Hate Being Poor'/><category term='Vibrators'/><category term='Toys'/><category term='I Need to GTFO'/><category term='Happy Rant'/><category term='Valentine'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Dildos'/><category term='Zombie rape'/><category term='Hawtness'/><category term='Ohio Rocks'/><category term='Camping'/><category term='Silicon Animals'/><category term='Pinup'/><category term='Blah blah blah'/><category term='Holy Shit I&apos;m Excited'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Boobies'/><category term='Cleaning'/><category term='BFF'/><category term='Arty'/><category term='Linkeys'/><category term='Sauce plox'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Wow thats graphic'/><category term='Vintage'/><category term='Ides'/><category term='Lack of blogging'/><category term='Smoke'/><category term='GIFS are awesome'/><category term='Happy Hump Day'/><category term='The Army'/><category term='Blowjobs are Awesome'/><category term='Mondays'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>so precious, suspicious, and charming and vicious</title><subtitle type='html'>Word vomit...thats what this is. Family, friends, good times, Dagorhir, sex, vintage things, girly thoughts, porn, men, animals, jobs...life in general. Good luck reading this crap!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-5752105908920290986</id><published>2010-08-07T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T09:46:36.824-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hermit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kinda Awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuteness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lack of blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Shit It&apos;s Not Porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Blah blah..Oh look!! Something adorable!</title><content type='html'>I keep telling myself to sit down with my laptop, get comfortable, and write a damn blog entry. Then I convince myself that its pointless to do so since I have nothing to write about. And yet here I am. Writing about nothing.&amp;nbsp;Rambling&amp;nbsp;about...nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since April 30th, I've gone on vacation, worked as much as fucking&amp;nbsp;corporate&amp;nbsp;will allow me, did housewifey things (a girl has gotta practice), gardened, went to the county fair, made homemade pickles, and canned potatoes. Interesting huh? Its not, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! I just thought of something! Last night, while drinking at the bar with some friends, I came to realize that I'm &amp;nbsp;extremely dirty, and yet adorable and innocent. Example; We're discussing porn, sex, and curing women's "Hysteria" during the Victorian age (cause we're dirty-minded history nerds). I turn and see a puppy-dog. Mid-sentence, I transform into the&amp;nbsp;girliest&amp;nbsp;10 year old ever. The estrogen knob is turned up to 11 (kek), and I exclaim &lt;a href="http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/images/photos/Through_the_wall.jpg"&gt;"Look at the puppy!"&lt;/a&gt; in such a high bitch squeal that the said puppy's ears would bleed. Which would be super sad, mind you. Puppy is fine, don't worry. It was a block away. Maybe this is why my 12 year old puppy is deaf now...hmm... &amp;nbsp; Back to my story!&amp;nbsp;Immediately&amp;nbsp;after my outburst, with no&amp;nbsp;segueway, I return to the current subject of sex and prostution in Antient Greece. To much amusement of my friends. My closest friends are used to this, but still entertained by it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no real ending to that story. Saw a few more doggies, above reaction was&amp;nbsp;repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week: The County Fair and Deep Fried&amp;nbsp;Deliciousness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-5752105908920290986?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/5752105908920290986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2010/08/blah-blahoh-look-something-adorable.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/5752105908920290986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/5752105908920290986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2010/08/blah-blahoh-look-something-adorable.html' title='Blah blah..Oh look!! Something adorable!'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-8849765658992009295</id><published>2010-04-30T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T09:52:01.420-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkeys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lack of blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawtness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!!</title><content type='html'>Writers block....I haz it. Have had it. I blame Mercury. And the full moon. And Chuck Norris. In the meantime read my &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/MissAwry"&gt;tweets&lt;/a&gt;, and drool over the pics in re-blog on my new &lt;a href="http://tecaisamused.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;! (Like the one below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0qh3iS0nP1qbwoaco1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0qh3iS0nP1qbwoaco1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-8849765658992009295?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/8849765658992009295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2010/04/pay-no-attention-to-man-behind-curtain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/8849765658992009295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/8849765658992009295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2010/04/pay-no-attention-to-man-behind-curtain.html' title='Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!!'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-6345852576658159994</id><published>2010-02-14T17:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:59:37.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Need To Get Laid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Shit It&apos;s Not Porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawtness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>St. Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>Also known as; buy me some flowers, gimmie something shiny, maybe some candy, and a nice dinner...you might get some pussy. (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valentine's_Day"&gt;The real thing&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, it would work on me. But the man prolly got pussy from me last night, and will get some tomorrow just because I like to give it up. This year no pussy will be had. Instead I went out with my girl, got some Indian food, flirted with the waiter, did some bar hoppin, saw a band, chilled at a friends house and fell asleep around 3am. I'd say it didn't totally suck. I would have enjoyed ending the night with a boy, but my newly named Doc Johnson toy, &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/rabbit-vibrators/ivibe-suction-cup-rabbit"&gt;Jacques&lt;/a&gt;, will do just fine. God damn do I love that thing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your Sunday all. Have a sexy pic =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/S3h_OuZxtiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mHWtp0UdrEQ/s1600-h/0207001441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/S3h_OuZxtiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mHWtp0UdrEQ/s320/0207001441.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438236441000916514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-6345852576658159994?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/6345852576658159994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2010/02/st-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/6345852576658159994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/6345852576658159994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2010/02/st-valentines-day.html' title='St. Valentines Day'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/S3h_OuZxtiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mHWtp0UdrEQ/s72-c/0207001441.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-8604047815423044841</id><published>2010-01-27T23:13:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:48:49.856-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yeah I know its late fuck you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kinda Awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Shit It&apos;s Not Porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geeky terms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Hump Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Happy Hump Day #7</title><content type='html'>Do I really have to tell you again how much I hate retail? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Wednesday y'all. Hump day. Actually its almost over...get your hump on before it's over! It's all downhill until Friday. Then it'll drag by like Christmas eve when you were 5 years old. I will not be getting my hump on. I will be posting this entry, watch some basic cable, use &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/g-spot-vibrators/lucid-dream-14"&gt;Gino&lt;/a&gt;, and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a crazy week. And not in a fun way. Last night I was messin on the intertubes and found these. Pretty much made it all better. That it my gal-pal sending me this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PXO3gKfOUN8"&gt;ringtone&lt;/a&gt;. I almost pissed myself laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/S2ET-EuRHZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xJQzPbsn_sg/s1600-h/Tornainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/S2ET-EuRHZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xJQzPbsn_sg/s320/Tornainbow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431644582726147474"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So silly, cracks my shit up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/S2EUN3k9t0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sJLDxWpyb4k/s1600-h/sloppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/S2EUN3k9t0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sJLDxWpyb4k/s320/sloppy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431644854075373378"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't deny the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/S2EUrq9bbiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yE66KLFjW9c/s1600-h/error+404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/S2EUrq9bbiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/yE66KLFjW9c/s320/error+404.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431645366084398626"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I do...and you prolly do. Geek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my favorite one of the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/S2EU4_44zpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_f9lrY5dYq4/s1600-h/derp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/S2EU4_44zpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_f9lrY5dYq4/s320/derp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431645595040796306"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're welcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-8604047815423044841?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/8604047815423044841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-hump-day-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/8604047815423044841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/8604047815423044841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-hump-day-7.html' title='Happy Hump Day #7'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/S2ET-EuRHZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xJQzPbsn_sg/s72-c/Tornainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-5026177158872933990</id><published>2010-01-26T21:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T08:49:04.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Me Your Teeth</title><content type='html'>This is my obligatory New Year/Resolution Making/Year In Review/Reflection Of The Past blog post. Doo-da. Ma-jigger. Thing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Move out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Full time job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and my birthday was something like...2 weeks ago. I spent the weekend drunk with some awesome people. Irish car bombs; my new favorite drink. I chug like a lady. Zac couldn't be there. I was sad. Weekend fun-ness with him is coming up tho! Been too long since I've seen my Boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/S1-qhAB4GLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EidBntZSLLc/s1600-h/Ballons!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/S1-qhAB4GLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EidBntZSLLc/s320/Ballons!!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431247159552383154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Awww yea... balloon animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny shit coming your way tomorrow. Be prepared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: Its fap-central here. Ima bout to rape someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-5026177158872933990?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/5026177158872933990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2010/01/show-me-your-teeth.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/5026177158872933990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/5026177158872933990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2010/01/show-me-your-teeth.html' title='Show Me Your Teeth'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/S1-qhAB4GLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EidBntZSLLc/s72-c/Ballons!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-8781203181106556783</id><published>2010-01-09T21:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T22:08:44.133-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuteness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawtness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Saturday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boobies'/><title type='text'>Sexy Saturday #8</title><content type='html'>If I wasn't so lazy and last minute...I would have found you something much better than what I'm bring you tonight. But its better to have something, to get back into the groove of things, rather than nothing at all. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Saturdays sexiness is brought to you by &lt;a href="http://hawtness.com/"&gt;Hawtness Blog - The Women of WTF&lt;/a&gt;. A few of my favorites that I've saved. More artistic over random hawtness. Well...the last one is kinda random. Ya know what...no! Its not random...she's fucking adorable!! So...suck it. Or don't...whatever is cool =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/S0lC24UBwnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/EzV5MlxlqWY/s1600-h/Rykan-V-boneapart-P.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/S0lC24UBwnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/EzV5MlxlqWY/s1600-h/Rykan-V-boneapart-P.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/S0lC24UBwnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/EzV5MlxlqWY/s320/Rykan-V-boneapart-P.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424940736741229170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/S0lC3MjZZsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zVecVLB4614/s320/LSD.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424940742174402242" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/S0lC3b7fRQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JIA7rDwvojE/s320/kitty+kat.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424940746301981954" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-8781203181106556783?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/8781203181106556783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2010/01/sexy-saturday-8.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/8781203181106556783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/8781203181106556783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2010/01/sexy-saturday-8.html' title='Sexy Saturday #8'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/S0lC24UBwnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/EzV5MlxlqWY/s72-c/Rykan-V-boneapart-P.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-6876415953508149143</id><published>2010-01-09T20:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:22:04.816-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Need To Get Laid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lack of blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Shit It&apos;s Not Porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Need to GTFO'/><title type='text'>Miss me?</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know, I'm a horrible blogger. Have you been pondering what I've been up to? Well; work, work, sleep, masturbate, Vikings, running away, coming back, hopeless devotion, daydreaming, eat, work, masturbate some more, flirt with &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/brianstreetteam"&gt;BST&lt;/a&gt;, clean the house, drink with my girls, obtain an &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/wdryq"&gt;infected thumb&lt;/a&gt; and work!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who have never worked retail, or retail during the holiday season have no idea how little time to yourself you're allotted. I had no 2 days off in a row, worked until midnight, as well as day before and day after Christmas. Joy. Sadly now, I'm back down to shitty hours. This does insipre one to look around for better, and more stable work. Oh how I long for the 9-5 full time gig. I long for a full weekend. For steady pay, hours, and to not smile at a fat bitch when she calls me an incompetent whore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the new year came and went. I did nothing interesting to celebrate. Hung out with The Wife, went to bed early. This means I need to depart this town...very soon...move to the city. Have me some fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously people...nothing. You've missed nothing by me not blogging. Well...you've missed things I can not share here. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekly special post are making a comeback. I promise! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-6876415953508149143?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/6876415953508149143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2010/01/miss-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/6876415953508149143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/6876415953508149143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2010/01/miss-me.html' title='Miss me?'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-7831182527451722926</id><published>2009-12-10T00:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:21:05.218-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUCK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='List Entry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hotness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geeky terms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>The Wind has no Destination</title><content type='html'>Holy fuck balls....has it been that long since I've updated?! I deserve a spanking. Yes! A spanking! And then the oral sex!! (yay Monty Python reference. I'm a nerd...but hot. You want me.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming soon to The Blog:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vikings &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Metal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Porn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Retail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe a review&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-7831182527451722926?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/7831182527451722926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/12/wind-has-no-destination.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/7831182527451722926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/7831182527451722926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/12/wind-has-no-destination.html' title='The Wind has no Destination'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-6101756907417542762</id><published>2009-11-18T07:38:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T16:13:14.007-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yeah I know its late fuck you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GIFS are awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Hump Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Happy Hump Day #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Good God I've been a horrible blogger. And know why? Cause I'm lazy. Its that simple. I could pull some excuse out of my sweet, sweet ass like; "I was busy", and I will. Well I was ok!! I was busy beating &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CHAbHz8iYHc"&gt;Plants vs Zombies&lt;/a&gt; (OMG SO MUCH FUN), working retail during THE HOLIDAY SEASON (shoot me in the face), trying to keep some sort of order of the house, AND somehow have a social life. On top of all that I was dumb and agreed to work extra hours &lt;i&gt;and &lt;/i&gt;Thanksgiving &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;day&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;But I get time in a half, a gift card, and they provide lunch. Yay money!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So can you forgive me world? Would you feel better if I posted some hot pics and things to make you giggle? Yeah? Ok then, I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/SwPudYX8njI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9bYhAmGuXhg/s1600/oldetitsorgtfoanonibbl0.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/SwPudYX8njI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9bYhAmGuXhg/s320/oldetitsorgtfoanonibbl0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405426166301236786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/SwPudiUbdxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/o3MU0z8ilhk/s320/celebrity-pictures-betty-white-sick-bull.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405426168970835730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4gifs.com/gallery/d/54439-5/Valery_frustration_fixed.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 324px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/Whoo05/BLOG/Valery_frustration_fixed.gif" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click photos to make em bigger. Durh. And have a Happy Hump Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh and P.S: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0796366/"&gt;STAR TREK!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-6101756907417542762?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/6101756907417542762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-hump-day-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/6101756907417542762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/6101756907417542762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-hump-day-6.html' title='Happy Hump Day #6'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/SwPudYX8njI/AAAAAAAAAFA/9bYhAmGuXhg/s72-c/oldetitsorgtfoanonibbl0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-6661898840580573912</id><published>2009-11-05T07:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T08:13:00.788-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yeah I know its late fuck you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='List Entry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Shit It&apos;s Not Porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Hump Day'/><title type='text'>Happy Hump Day #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;No, you didn't miss out on Hump Day. I didn't write one. Why? Cause I'm a lazy hoe, thats why. On my Hump Day I: worked 8 hours or retail and unpacked freight, cleaned the house, received cramps that feel like I'm being kicked by a horse, witnessed SNOW FLURRIES, wore green pants, and wrote an epic novel. Well the last one isn't true...but it rounded out the sentence well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;While working I was thinking of blog entries I could do, daydreaming of getting fucked 6 ways to Sunday, and how I should make up for not doing a Hump Day. My friend Pretty Lady has to be one of my most quoted friends. The stuff she thinks up! Classics I tell you. Well maybe not classics, but they crack me up. And since I'm the sharing type I saved a few quotes from her JUST FOR YOU. Because I CARE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"I just tried to remember what I did in elementary through most of high school, and I can't. WTF. I wasn't even drinking then"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Oh no!! I'm so sorry!! I spilled coke on your dog!!!" (maybe not funny to you but it's my blog and it was fucking hilarious at the time. Fuck you, it still is!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Golfers, oh golfers, when you let your Bloody Marys slosh into the cupholders and over the dash of the cart and it proceeds to creep into every pore and crevasse and crease and solidify in this chill, flecked with pepper and studded with bits of dill pickle and celery, I fight back the urge to use this industrial-strength cleaner on your irises. Just so you know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"I get jealous of the people in the Trojan commercials...with their fake sex. I think I will fall into a deep depression. A sex depression. Depresexion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Lonely Vagina Syndrome. Symptoms include: mood swings, irritability, sexual aggression, and poor life choices. Eventual death." (I also recommend you stay sober when you have LVS)&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/SvLOU14pyqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vQHxOVSKCzI/s320/alison.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400605760628050594" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-6661898840580573912?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/6661898840580573912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-hump-day-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/6661898840580573912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/6661898840580573912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-hump-day-5.html' title='Happy Hump Day #5'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/SvLOU14pyqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vQHxOVSKCzI/s72-c/alison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-7980092519641660317</id><published>2009-10-31T09:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T09:33:01.942-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kinda Awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dagorhir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Saturday'/><title type='text'>Sexy Saturday #7: Halloween Special</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you, but I have had a shitty week. Work, personal problems, physical problems, money, family, blah blah. But none of that compares to the loss of a baby boy. Preggers, one of my best girl friends, became a mother this week. She gave birth to a beautiful baby boy on Wednesday. He was stillborn. Nothing can express the sadness I have for her and her husband. But life goes on, they're doing ok. Home and trying for normalcy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thats what I should be doing. I'm sad, she is the closest thing to a sister that I have, (I'm an only child) and I would have loved to be an Aunt. Next time right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But back to the old routiene! Cause after all, tomorrow is another day! Not only is today Sexy Saturday, but it's Halloween!!! My favorite holiday, always has been. After working for a few hours (in costume) Pretty Lady and I plan on driving down to Columbus for some fun times. Drinks, dancing, live band, corset, heals, witch  costume...good times will be had. I'll &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/MissAwry"&gt;tweet &lt;/a&gt;and maybe post some pics! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Sexy Saturday, being on a holiday and all, I attempted to find something really cool. Maybe I should have saved &lt;a href="http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/10/zombie-dick.html?zx=e2d6da7b3bf86bef"&gt;Zombie Porn&lt;/a&gt; for today... if it makes you feel better you should run over to &lt;a href="http://www.burningangel.com/"&gt;Burning Angel&lt;/a&gt; and watch &lt;a href="http://www.burningangel.com/videos/282/dong-of-the-dead"&gt;Dong of the Dead&lt;/a&gt;. But this week's photo comes from my favorite photographer on dA (who thinks I'm adorable) &lt;a href="http://pelicanh.deviantart.com/"&gt;Michael Helms.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://theofficialshai.deviantart.com/"&gt;Shai &lt;/a&gt;is so long and lean looking, shes perfect for an elf. Love love LOVE the way the sun is filtering through the cloak. She makes me like elves...cause honestly I'm not a fan. (Dagorhir people who know me will understand)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So no, the photo isn't bloody, or raunchy, or typical, or traditional. I still find it approate for Halloween tho! Some other great themed photos in their &lt;a href="http://today.deviantart.com/dds/"&gt;Daily Deviations &lt;/a&gt;today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs51/f/2009/280/e/9/e94b1d0e3cf611153e94343fbfaa842a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs51/f/2009/280/e/9/e94b1d0e3cf611153e94343fbfaa842a.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 648px; " src="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs51/f/2009/280/e/9/e94b1d0e3cf611153e94343fbfaa842a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have a happy and SAFE Halloween everyone!!! And as always....Click links to artists and models! Don't be a douche and steal photos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-7980092519641660317?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/7980092519641660317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/10/sexy-saturday-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/7980092519641660317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/7980092519641660317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/10/sexy-saturday-7.html' title='Sexy Saturday #7: Halloween Special'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-4093151841004976045</id><published>2009-10-28T09:52:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T10:12:48.682-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kinda Awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Shit It&apos;s Not Porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ohio Rocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Hump Day'/><title type='text'>Happy Hump Day #4</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, October 28th, 2009. Yet again another hump day. But I can’t really call this Wednesday a bad day. This week has yet to truly suck. Sure some things went down…but that happens. I’m staying positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn’t this Wednesday suck you ask? Because I had 4 days off, including Monday. I spent my weekend with Preggers, Pretty Lady, Soldier Boy and my family. Dinners, movies, light shopping, playing and becoming obsessed with Fable II on Xbox (I now officially need a Xbox). I squeezed as much good times in my mini vacation as I could. So when I went back to work on Tuesday, in the afternoon, it didn’t suck. It was like Monday…but a it came on a non-shitty Tuesday afternoon. Ya know? Does that make sense? Maybe not…either way it didn’t suck. But I work retail, and our late hours start November 1st. Now THAT sucks. But that should mean more hours for me, which equals more money, which equals me not becoming a Lady of the Night. I know you’re disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are having a shitty week…I’m sorry. Let me provide a little comic relief. Yes I know nudes and/or tits would make it better…but….too bad! That’s a Saturday thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you know I'm an Ohio girl. And I'm one of the few that actually loves living in Ohio. I live in rural Ohio, with all the Amish. Pimp...I know. So when I saw &lt;a href="http://taintedsilence.deviantart.com/art/The-US-As-According-to-Ohio-130898586"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, I lol'd cause it so very true. The rest of her stuff is pretty damn awesome. Check her &lt;a href="http://taintedsilence.deviantart.com/"&gt;gallery &lt;/a&gt;out on DevientART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://taintedsilence.deviantart.com/art/The-US-As-According-to-Ohio-130898586"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/SuhOhuX5a8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/fmm2P-HYXG4/s1600-h/The_US_As_According_to_Ohio_by_taintedsilence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/SuhOhuX5a8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/fmm2P-HYXG4/s320/The_US_As_According_to_Ohio_by_taintedsilence.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397650494694452162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-4093151841004976045?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/4093151841004976045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-hump-day-4.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/4093151841004976045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/4093151841004976045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-hump-day-4.html' title='Happy Hump Day #4'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/SuhOhuX5a8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/fmm2P-HYXG4/s72-c/The_US_As_According_to_Ohio_by_taintedsilence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-4841631571975700616</id><published>2009-10-23T20:41:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:47:51.596-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wow thats graphic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GIFS are awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Saturday'/><title type='text'>Sexy Saturday #6</title><content type='html'>So I'm sure you heard that the lovely, talented, bedroom eyed, raven haired, great assed, smokin' hot Sasha Gray has been named &lt;a href="http://www.genesisonline.com/"&gt;Genesis&lt;/a&gt;' #1 Pornstar on their &lt;a href="http://www.genesisonline.com/hot100/"&gt;Porn Top 100&lt;/a&gt; listy doo-dad. I think I approve of their choice. I enjoy watching Sasha do her thing on camera, I especially like her &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/SashaGrey"&gt;tweets &lt;/a&gt;and the new stuff shes coming up with her own &lt;a href="http://sashagrey.com/"&gt;production company.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that in mind why not jump on the band wagon and make her my Sexy Saturday huh? I planned on it eventually. Ya see I found this awesome gif....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v214/Whoo05/BLOG/?action=view&amp;current=Sasha_Grey_Headlock_Anal.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/Whoo05/BLOG/Sasha_Grey_Headlock_Anal.gif" border="0" alt="Sasha"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah dude. I love her expression, same one I get when in a headlock getting ass fucked. Ya see why shes number one? If you don't...whatever fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need and want to see &lt;a href="http://www.tlaraw.com/product/10-1219-292501_the-girlfriend-experience.html?sn=3991"&gt;The Girlfriend Experience.&lt;/a&gt; I hear good things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-4841631571975700616?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/4841631571975700616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-im-sure-you-heard-that-lovely.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/4841631571975700616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/4841631571975700616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-im-sure-you-heard-that-lovely.html' title='Sexy Saturday #6'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-2885554852763313440</id><published>2009-10-23T18:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T18:41:29.117-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sometimes I&apos;m deep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Shit It&apos;s Not Porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><title type='text'>Let me tell you something...</title><content type='html'>I'm happy despite this pit of depression. I choose to behave or not to; choose when I'm a good girl or a bad girl. I choose peace over "war" because I can't stand any more betrayal and pain. I rely and trust in no one cause I learn from my mistakes; and yet everyone rely and trust in me. I choose the hard way when something simple is standing in front of me, with hands groping for me, reaching out for me, because I'm stubborn and hopeless. I wait for it patiently, but complain all the while. I run wild, but always come home to you and my own bed; whether you're there keeping it warm or its cold once again. I'm random when it's appropriate. I follow up but don't follow through. I write in sharpie but carry white-out. I'm loved but alone. Alone but not lonely. Forgiving but not forgetful. I'm your dream girl but I'll never be yours. The best you'll ever have and never get all of it ever again. I live every moment, enjoying the little ones, so that when the big one comes along I'll know how to react. I'm not fucked up, you are. And life is too simple and short to stand so still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deal with it friend, love me as I love you, don't let go, and enjoy my ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-2885554852763313440?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/2885554852763313440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-me-tell-you-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/2885554852763313440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/2885554852763313440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-me-tell-you-something.html' title='Let me tell you something...'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-1904605661445587549</id><published>2009-10-21T09:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:03:25.071-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GIFS are awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blah blah blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Hump Day'/><title type='text'>Hump Day #3; The Good, The Bad, and My 99 Problems</title><content type='html'>Bad Shit: My body hurts from working so much (I need better shoes), I need to get fucked like a desperate $2 crack-head hooker (no offence to $2 crack-head hookers), I feel as though I'm coming down with a cold (thank you retail), I'm poor as FUCK (God damn student loans), My room is a mess and my OCD is about to kick in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Shit: The sun is shinning, I am loved and adored, Ohio is having an Indian Summer, I've been getting good hours at work, Halloween fun-ness looks promising, and I have at least 3 days off coming up. I'll be getting a real weekend!! I can clean!! But I know I won't be getting laid. Can't get everything you want, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Wednesday...middle of the week...Hump Day on my blog. What laugh am I providing you? It goes along with my little rant. I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one! Word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v214/Whoo05/BLOG/?action=view&amp;current=99Problems.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/Whoo05/BLOG/99Problems.gif" border="0" alt="99 problems"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lul'd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-1904605661445587549?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/1904605661445587549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/10/hump-day-3-good-bad-and-my-99-problems.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/1904605661445587549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/1904605661445587549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/10/hump-day-3-good-bad-and-my-99-problems.html' title='Hump Day #3; The Good, The Bad, and My 99 Problems'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-9200102540634177646</id><published>2009-10-16T23:21:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:54:54.661-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GIFS are awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hotness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sauce plox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geeky terms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Saturday'/><title type='text'>Sexy Saturday #5</title><content type='html'>Oh Sexy Saturdays...you come and go too quickly. It always seem to be the problem huh...I know I've had my share with something coming too quickly. This time I'm actually early. By a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've had a simple, disappointing and yet fun week. So what did I pick for this weeks feature? Something that reflects this week (simple, disappointing and yet fun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it simple you ask? Well...look at it. Its one girl licking another. Its a tease. Sure, there must be more to it but unless you have sauce (the movie/clip from whence this came from) its a a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disappointing &lt;/span&gt;tease! See what I did thar? I love that I found this, but disappointed that I don't have the full clip. I'm intrigued...wants to see more! And yes...its a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fun &lt;/span&gt;lil gif. I giggled when I clicked it. BTW...chick the pic to see it move. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4gifs.com/gallery/d/131704-2/Girls_licking_blindfolded.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Stk-M0U8TsI/AAAAAAAAAEg/UznIM5005pA/s320/Girls_licking_blindfolded.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393410418678714050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. Sexy Saturday. One girl licking another. Sure got me frisky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in my bunk....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-9200102540634177646?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/9200102540634177646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/10/sexy-saturday-5.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/9200102540634177646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/9200102540634177646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/10/sexy-saturday-5.html' title='Sexy Saturday #5'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Stk-M0U8TsI/AAAAAAAAAEg/UznIM5005pA/s72-c/Girls_licking_blindfolded.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-6528679669158892612</id><published>2009-10-14T20:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:44:23.601-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Hump Day'/><title type='text'>Hump Day #2</title><content type='html'>Happy Hump Day!!! *humps air*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine sucked balls! Thats cause Wednesday always sucks. Plans fell through, long work day, it's fucking cold, I have nothing clean, nothing fits (at least its too big vs too small). But I have the next few days off. I'll make this week not suck. I'm determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this made me laugh yesterday...I watched it this eve when I got home from my long ass work day of unpacking freight. You will laugh too. Thanks to my friend Rooster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getonmyhorse.com/"&gt;Sweet lemonade, yes sweet lemonade.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK DA LINK!! WATCH IT!! FULL OF WIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getonmyhorse.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-6528679669158892612?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/6528679669158892612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/10/hump-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/6528679669158892612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/6528679669158892612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/10/hump-day-2.html' title='Hump Day #2'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-4040472099527833184</id><published>2009-10-11T09:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:46:46.403-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oops I forgot it was Saturday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Need To Get Laid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blowjobs are Awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Saturday'/><title type='text'>Sexy Saturday #4</title><content type='html'>I did it again...lets just pretend that Sunday is Saturday. That means you get a whole extra day of weekend! You have my permission to get drunk tonight and sleep it off tomorrow. If you get fired for not going into work tomorrow, don't blame me. Cause I'll be at work like a responsible adult. So even though I had Friday and Saturday off, I work today. Which is ok, Sundays in retail (in Hickville at least) last from 12-5. On top of working all week, I've been helping Preggers with a local theater production. Small small SMALL show, I'm helping with lights and pushing the "play" button on the CD player. But I got to have some fun with an old friend who came into town. Got a lil silly...played some silly guitar hero. I'm no good at it drunk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...done rambling. On to the sex. No sex for me. Its been almost 2 months. I'm being a good girl...it sucks. But this girl had sex! You can tell. Why? Cause theres cum all over her face...jeeze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this photo while looking for new &lt;a href="http://orz.4chan.org/wg/imgboard.html"&gt;wallpaper &lt;/a&gt;for my new(ish) laptop. (fuck yeah laptop for $25!) And I found this. Instantly saved it. Because I'm a horny, dirty, sick, twisted, adorable lady. And you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a great photo dudes, looks greats as your desktop wallpaper. I have new obsession about porn and/or erotic photos in black and white. The lack of color makes them less dirty. Don't ask...just accept that its true. Believe it or not, her eyes were the first thing that I saw. So wide and open, you know she isn't gun shy. Not only is this a fucking hot photo, its a beautifully shaded. The lights and darks, the shadows on her face...reminds me of that morning BJ. Warm morning sun streaming across naked bodies, falling back asleep afterwords, waking up and making some breakfast. mmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/StHfgqBWxgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GhQ-MZY9q0U/s1600-h/cum+shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/StHfgqBWxgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GhQ-MZY9q0U/s320/cum+shot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391335981067978242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I'm finished here. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-4040472099527833184?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/4040472099527833184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/10/sexy-saturday-4.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/4040472099527833184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/4040472099527833184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/10/sexy-saturday-4.html' title='Sexy Saturday #4'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/StHfgqBWxgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GhQ-MZY9q0U/s72-c/cum+shot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-2670659994872972776</id><published>2009-10-07T07:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:43:11.231-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Army'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Shit It&apos;s Not Porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Hump Day'/><title type='text'>Hump Day #1</title><content type='html'>Ah yes...Wednesday. Hump Day if you will. The day "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monday%27s_Child"&gt;full of woe&lt;/a&gt;". Named for the Norse god Woden, and the Roman god Mercury. Ok...I'll stop with the history lesson, you can read about it &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wednesday"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned (yesterday, but its just now setting in) that Solder Boy is going off to war in about a year. Next weekend he go through mobilization training and before you know it he'll be playing medic with infantry up in Northern Afghanistan. I am not a happy camper. Yes, I know we're not a couple anymore, but he'll always have that little bit of my heart. He is my best friend and first love. No one else knows me better than him right now. I don't even want to think about what happens if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, since wednesday is known to be a Debbie Downer I thought I'd post something fun and uplifting. And since Zaccy the Soldier Boy is leaving in a year (it will fly by) I went with a military theme.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/SsyJ1ll6-HI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GRxlI9kGZPU/s1600-h/political-pictures-one-ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/SsyJ1ll6-HI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GRxlI9kGZPU/s320/political-pictures-one-ring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389834407772878962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/SsyJ0_QTQ7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/z5wUFY66XvY/s1600-h/political-pictures-military-enlisting-hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/SsyJ0_QTQ7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/z5wUFY66XvY/s320/political-pictures-military-enlisting-hell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389834397481649074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/SsyJ0jHvU8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/EoHJomU1Wqk/s1600-h/political-pictures-soldiers-dont-run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/SsyJ0jHvU8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/EoHJomU1Wqk/s320/political-pictures-soldiers-dont-run.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389834389929546690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I'm a dirty, liberal, hippie (which Zac makes fun of, its amusing, but I shower thus am attractive). War is bad, but I love our soldiers. And I love this &lt;a href="http://punditkitchen.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-2670659994872972776?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/2670659994872972776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/10/hump-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/2670659994872972776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/2670659994872972776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/10/hump-day-1.html' title='Hump Day #1'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/SsyJ1ll6-HI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GRxlI9kGZPU/s72-c/political-pictures-one-ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-8553801219475249753</id><published>2009-10-04T10:37:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T11:28:51.184-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oops I forgot it was Saturday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zombie rape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wow thats graphic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kinda Awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fucked up shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sauce plox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Saturday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Sexy Saturday #3 Zombie Dick!!!!</title><content type='html'>So guess who forgot that today is Sunday, making yesterday Saturday, and that day when I usually pre-write sexy Saturdays posts, aka Friday, was spent with her girlfriends watching Across the Universe and playing Guitar Hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very bad girl...I'm late a day. And since I'm a bad, bad, girl I'll feature a dirty, nasty, filthy, and slightly disturbing photos I found somewhere &lt;a href="http://www.4chan.org/"&gt;anonymous&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess these photos show my fucked up side. I saw these and my brain 'sploded. My mind said "These are fuuuuuucked up!!" and my body said "These are HOT! Touch yourself. Now...do it you slut!" And I did. And I saved the photos for later use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those Japanese and their dirty Henti. Zombie sex?! Well, some is sex, some is rape. What do you expect! They're zombies. It makes it that much more fucked up and hot. I like to think that they're moaning about vagina instead of brains. Maybe they end up eating vag THEN brains...this is something ponder.  I'm diggin the "armor". Its obvious that the ladies were sent to fight the huge dicked zombies, failed, and ended up gettin their pussies stuffed with zombie cock. If I could get a hold of the actual movie or comic I would soooooo love to have it. (sauce plox) Number five is my favorite. heehee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Ssi8TuGK12I/AAAAAAAAAD4/kXuL9mUXuMU/s1600-h/zombie+henti+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Ssi8TuGK12I/AAAAAAAAAD4/kXuL9mUXuMU/s320/zombie+henti+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388764001126242146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Ssi8HAtfqYI/AAAAAAAAADw/UIYUWhkJ3Ys/s1600-h/zombie+henti+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Ssi8HAtfqYI/AAAAAAAAADw/UIYUWhkJ3Ys/s320/zombie+henti+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388763782784723330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Ssi8GsxW-9I/AAAAAAAAADo/NtAhNg-_sAA/s1600-h/zombie+henti+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Ssi8GsxW-9I/AAAAAAAAADo/NtAhNg-_sAA/s320/zombie+henti+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388763777432222674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Ssi8GUgga8I/AAAAAAAAADg/Sl39P8D3OHY/s1600-h/zombie+henti+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Ssi8GUgga8I/AAAAAAAAADg/Sl39P8D3OHY/s320/zombie+henti+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388763770919087042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Ssi8GEyLDrI/AAAAAAAAADY/PMuMgwq3WK0/s1600-h/zombie+henti+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Ssi8GEyLDrI/AAAAAAAAADY/PMuMgwq3WK0/s320/zombie+henti+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388763766698217138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Ssi8FgO-BdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/QlaT7lKdTbU/s1600-h/zombie+henti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Ssi8FgO-BdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/QlaT7lKdTbU/s320/zombie+henti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388763756886885842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-8553801219475249753?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/8553801219475249753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/10/zombie-dick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/8553801219475249753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/8553801219475249753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/10/zombie-dick.html' title='Sexy Saturday #3 Zombie Dick!!!!'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Ssi8TuGK12I/AAAAAAAAAD4/kXuL9mUXuMU/s72-c/zombie+henti+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-1652886558356086696</id><published>2009-09-26T08:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T08:44:21.082-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wow thats graphic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Saturday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Sexy Saturday #2</title><content type='html'>Its Saturday y'all! That means I'm at work instead of enjoying my weekend like you people with your normal careers. Workin 9 to 5. What a way to make a living... (love me some Dolly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who...with everyone out of town this weekend, and my old booty call no longer my booty call; I'm stuck home (as we know) having fun with Pablo, Gino and the unnamed Blue Dude. Who I broke. I guess that brand doesn't like the way I fuck. With all this this week's photo is super sexy. Last week's was beautiful, soft, and erotic. This week makes me lick my lips with dirty thoughts and dirty memories. You don't see faces, no identity, they're anonymous. Makes it that much more sexy. She's his little slut, she'll do anything for him without a complaint. All she wants to do is please. And when she does, she gets pleasure in return. The pain makes it that much more intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck people, this photo is borderline raunchy. And I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Sr1jwtwFjuI/AAAAAAAAADA/bcr8O9yH0oc/s1600-h/bent+over.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 554px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Sr1jwtwFjuI/AAAAAAAAADA/bcr8O9yH0oc/s320/bent+over.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385570417971138274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo was found from one of my dirty followers: &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/SevenInchDick"&gt;SevenInchDick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-1652886558356086696?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/1652886558356086696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/09/sexy-saturday-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/1652886558356086696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/1652886558356086696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/09/sexy-saturday-2.html' title='Sexy Saturday #2'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Sr1jwtwFjuI/AAAAAAAAADA/bcr8O9yH0oc/s72-c/bent+over.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-1112001816364587923</id><published>2009-09-25T21:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:12:43.467-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Need To Get Laid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkeys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Badon Hill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Hate Being Poor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dagorhir'/><title type='text'>Is it something so good, Just can't function no more?</title><content type='html'>Everyone else in the world is having fun this weekend but me. It true. I'm not being "&lt;a href="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k253/broncodanmp/emo.jpg"&gt;emo&lt;/a&gt;"...I'm being gosh honestly truthful. Whats going on this weekend you ask? Some bad ass things yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There shows and concerts in the Cleveland area that I could be at, some in Columbus as well. Looking sexy in the crowd at some dive bar, moshing in the pit with a bunch of sweaty dudes, getting a little tipsy and going home to have more sweaty fun with that special dude between the sheets. Then wake up at 2pm, make some mother-fuckin pancakes and be lazy for the rest of the day. Bitchin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be at The Ohio Renaissance Faire impressing all the lads and lasses with my ample bosom spilling forth from my corset. Sporting my &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/Whoo05/newdresswithcincher.jpg"&gt;leather corset&lt;/a&gt;, all my fancy &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/Whoo05/flair.jpg"&gt;flair&lt;/a&gt;, jingling throughout the ground spending money on cool, geeky, Renn Faire stuff. I love the attention, people watching, shopping, the shows. I need to get there...I could live there...I should work there! Would be so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I could be with the rest of &lt;a href="http://northlandsmilitia.tripod.com/"&gt;The Militia&lt;/a&gt; in Pennsylvania at &lt;a href="http://www.dagorhir.com/badon/"&gt;The Battle of Badon Hill&lt;/a&gt;. Camping, battles, drinking, friends, sex. All things I require and crave as of now. In that order. I haven't been to an event or seen my &lt;a href="http://www.dagorhir.com/"&gt;Dag buddies&lt;/a&gt; since Ragnarok. That was in June people...these are some of the best friends I have. They're my family. My big...sexy...messed up...violent...drunk...cuddly...incestuous family. Heh...dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had money I'd be at &lt;a href="http://www.exxxoticaexpo.com/"&gt;Exxotica &lt;/a&gt;having a hot, sexy, wet, hard, sweaty, blasty blast. I'm super jealous of those there right now. We'll leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, people I know are getting laid this weekend and I'm home in Ohio. Getting over some kind of sickness, working retail, mowing the lawn, doing laundry, cleaning house, practicing my domestic duties, going to a (hopefully non-lame) baby shower. And most of all missing him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-1112001816364587923?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/1112001816364587923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-it-something-so-good-just-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/1112001816364587923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/1112001816364587923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-it-something-so-good-just-cant.html' title='Is it something so good, Just can&apos;t function no more?'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-5650913293983069419</id><published>2009-09-21T11:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:26:23.929-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUCK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mondays'/><title type='text'>Don't shrug your shoulders, lay down beside me.</title><content type='html'>Don't cha hate it when you wake up early, believing you had things to do before having to go to work at 1:00pm til 8:30pm, and only after you rush around to get ready do you find out that they've been canceled and you could have slept in? And you're sick? And horny? Have a headache? And there is something crawling around in your walls? And its raining? And your black pants are no longer black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not even noon yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tomorrow and the next day off. Something cool has GOT to happen. I will be angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays can eat me...at least this one can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-5650913293983069419?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/5650913293983069419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-shrug-your-shoulders-lay-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/5650913293983069419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/5650913293983069419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-shrug-your-shoulders-lay-down.html' title='Don&apos;t shrug your shoulders, lay down beside me.'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-2580332241488836924</id><published>2009-09-18T22:07:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T08:12:33.555-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkeys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexy Saturday'/><title type='text'>Sexy Saturdays!</title><content type='html'>Would you hate it if I post pointless random shit in this like I do on Twitter? I feel like I should update more but nothing happens in this tiny ass town. I'm sure you all care about my random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting sick...I'm not happy about this. Working retail doesn't help. But lets be positive!! I'm alive, I'm loved, and I have a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its Saturday. I proclaim Saturday in my blog as Sexy Photo Of The Week! ....day. Could be male, or female, a mix, or both! Who knows what I'm gonna find and how I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets kick it off with one of my favorite photographers that I found on Deviant Art. &lt;a href="http://pelicanh.deviantart.com/"&gt;Michael Helms&lt;/a&gt;. (I beg you, click on his name and view his gallery. Some are NSFW) The man can do no wrong. Every photo I've seen I fall in love with, and yet each one has a different emotion behind it. Its not just sexy, or fetish, or beautiful. They're funny, romantic, historical, sensual and simple. Simple is why I love him so much. Can't explain it, you just have to look at his photos. Expect a lot of him on Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we have Kayla. Gorgeous no? I can't say much else, what else could be said?! A great ass and a natural beauty. And once again, simple. Unfortunately I couldn't find a link to her as a model. But to see more of her check out &lt;a href="http://pelicanh.deviantart.com/"&gt;Michael Helms&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://perrygallagher.deviantart.com/"&gt;Perry Gallagher&lt;/a&gt; on dA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs37/f/2008/288/2/4/24191f2a41345f0d0e701ecf43894f04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 248px;" src="http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs37/f/2008/288/2/4/24191f2a41345f0d0e701ecf43894f04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(click photo to make it larger...you know the drill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-2580332241488836924?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/2580332241488836924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/09/sexy-saturdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/2580332241488836924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/2580332241488836924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/09/sexy-saturdays.html' title='Sexy Saturdays!'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-7864983692458842143</id><published>2009-09-05T19:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:58:58.679-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wow thats graphic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smoke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly Scots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dagorhir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Don't forget to brush your musk-ox and piano your iceberg lettuce, yellow traffic cone</title><content type='html'>I really don't write in this thing much. I feel as tho my "thoughts" are too scattered brained to be collected into a blog/journal entry. Thats why I &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/wicked_awry"&gt;tweet&lt;/a&gt;. If you are on Twitter, you should follow me. I'm kinda worth it...sometimes I feel attractive and post pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats new with Miss Awry? Not much, the same ole shit. I work, I sleep, I eat (sometimes), I visit the pregnant local BFF, I chill with the other BFF, I miss the the other BFF whos busy as well. (being an adult sucks balls) I miss a boy, I see the boy, I enjoy the attention and visit from other boys. But nothing tops my boy. I can never get enough of him. I'm so proud of him. Wish I could watch him progress and succeed. Someday soon, he knows I'm here and doing what I can from here. He's gonna kick ass =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big time loan payments kicked in this month...I don't have the means to pay them...almost took up hooking. Kinda joking. Oh the things we do for money. Thank God for my father. And I talked to my boss, she's scheduling me more hours. If I still need a few extra bucks then I'll start working for Soldier Boy. Maybe...or take up that offer for 32,000+ for 48 hours. (joking again...kinda) Either way this means less Dagorhir, less fun times, and no moving out anytime soon. Yeah...sad panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I want at times; I do things, I never regret, I wish I had someone to tell all my feelings and secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is that I feel as though I can officially call myself a non-smoker now. Saying this I have a big grin on my face. Feels good. I don't need the cigarette, nor do I want it. But, yes there is a but (no puns please) I have yet to see how I fair while drinking. But I don't smoke after eating, or at my usual times. Nor do I crave one during stressful times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, what else...I need to get laid. No, that is an understatement. You know that feeling of such sexual need that its beyond any other description than; I need to be fucked into a coma. Yeah, thats where I am right now. Every dream is lustful. Filled with old fantasies, new fantasies, new lovers, old lovers, lovers I've never met, lovers that don't exist, lovers that I will never have...and every morning I awake in a sweat, breathing heavy and a flood in my &lt;a href="http://images.buy-here.com/Hanes/20090601/images/Products/21342_R.jpg"&gt;boxer briefs&lt;/a&gt;. My favorite dreams have been the gang bangs. Full of win and delicious cum. Wow...this just got graphic. But thats what happens when hormones race and no one is around to slow em down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for something completely different and entertaining, You gotta love those silly Scots:&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: So... Yeah, currently, I've got a handful of hot blood-balloon, and I'm trying to make it spit bird shit.&lt;br /&gt;Wicked Awry: watchin porn?&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Indeed I am.&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Well, not exactly "watching pron", but close enough.&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Works the same way.&lt;br /&gt;Wicked Awry: listening to&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Nah, not really.&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: Listening to porn?&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: How the hell would that work?&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: XD&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *High pitched "Ungh!"*&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *Low pitched "ungh!"*&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *High pitched "Ungh!"*&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *Low pitched "Ungh!"*&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *obligatory obscenity*&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *obligatory "that's hot." or "ooh yes..." agreement comment*&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *high pitched "Ungh!"*&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *Low pitched "Ungh!"*&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *High pitched “waffle ice cream cone”*&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *Low pitched "WTF?"*&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *Sound of an aeroplane taking off*&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *Submarine sonar*&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *Low pitched "What the hell is going on?!?!?!"*&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *Slow motion sound of dying spoons*&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *MOOOOO!*&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *Low pitched "where the fuck did that cow come from? And where in god's name did it get that space suit?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: *High pitched "Humanumahumnahumanumanumanumanumanhumanum."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-7864983692458842143?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/7864983692458842143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-forget-to-brush-your-musk-ox-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/7864983692458842143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/7864983692458842143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-forget-to-brush-your-musk-ox-and.html' title='Don&apos;t forget to brush your musk-ox and piano your iceberg lettuce, yellow traffic cone'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-3157706051706316701</id><published>2009-07-30T12:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:09:40.249-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silicon Animals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dildos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Thanks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vibrators'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>I Touch Myself</title><content type='html'>I have a new toy...I can't try it out...grrrrr...fuck me! No really...someone fuck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That gets me started on a subject; What is it with sex toy makers and putting animals on vibes and dildos? Honestly, I do not want to insert anything that looks like a rabbit, dolphin, monkey, bear, insect, feline, rodent, pachyderm, magical creature, feathered friend or any other animal in ANY hole. Ever. I know what they're trying to do...make it cute! But I don't like it, and since mostly all vibes have some sort of animal theme I couldn't not buy a new waterproof vibe with a dolphin clit stimulator bullet. I have yet to use it BTW, I'll tell ya how it is soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the most common examples, and a few from left field. I'm sure they all feel awesome, and everyone has their own wants and likes. But I just can't dig it. At least its just the bullets...most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rabbit is a quick animal, thus it has quick intense vibrations from its ears and gets you off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img _fcksavedurl="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/PH94297_2.jpg" src="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/PH94297_2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/rabbit-vibrators/blush-crush"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blush crush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butterfly, dragonfly, ladybug, caterpillar, flutters over your clit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img _fcksavedurl="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/NW18802_1.jpg" src="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/NW18802_1.jpg" width="200" height="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/rabbit-vibrators/devinn-lanes-thrusting-dragonfly"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/rabbit-vibrators/fluttering-butterfly"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fluttering butterfly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img _fcksavedurl="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/SE835304_1.jpg" src="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/SE835304_1.jpg" width="200" height="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/rabbit-vibrators/devinn-lanes-thrusting-dragonfly"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devinn Lane’s thrusting dragonfly™&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img _fcksavedurl="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/PD160515.jpg" src="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/PD160515.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/rabbit-vibrators/fluttering-butterfly"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/rabbit-vibrators/devinn-lanes-thrusting-dragonfly"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/rabbit-vibrators/lady-bug-vibe-jelly"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady bug vibe - jelly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beaver the same, but with his tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img _fcksavedurl="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/SE951811_2.jpg" src="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/SE951811_2.jpg" width="200" height="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/rabbit-vibrators/royal-romp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Royal romp™&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elephant uses his trunk to make you tremble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img _fcksavedurl="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/SE068203_2.jpg" src="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/SE068203_2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/rabbit-vibrators/mini-water-gems-smokey"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mini water gems™ smokey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The panther bats at it like a kitten bats at a ball of yarn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img _fcksavedurl="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/SE065900_1.jpg" src="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/SE065900_1.jpg" width="200" height="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/rabbit-vibrators/pearl-panther"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pearl panther™&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the monkey is doing, I assume he's using his tail (and it better be, I don't want no monkey penis).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 200px;" _fcksavedurl="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/SE066300_1.jpg" src="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/SE066300_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/rabbit-vibrators/charlie-the-chimp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlie the chimp™&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bear uses its tongue like it's licking up honey (sexy I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img _fcksavedurl="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/SE061914.jpg" src="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/SE061914.jpg" width="200" height="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/rabbit-vibrators/waterproof-tickle-bear"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waterproof tickle bear™&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds peck at it. This does not sound appatizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img _fcksavedurl="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/SE077211_1.jpg" src="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/SE077211_1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/rabbit-vibrators/rockin-robin"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rockin’ robin™&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  dolphin is used on waterproof toys. They're water loving animals...get it? I get it...but I don't like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img _fcksavedurl="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/PD165414.jpg" src="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/PD165414.jpg" width="200" height="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/rabbit-vibrators/wall-bangers-deluxe-dolphin"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wall bangers deluxe dolphin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly the not so popular ones but entertaining: Seals, dragons, snakes, pineapples (WTF), kangaroos, fairies, seahorses, I'm sure if I look hard enough I could find Jesus and Mother Mary. And gnomes...yes...theres a gnome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img _fcksavedurl="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/ZOD04022_2.jpg" src="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/ZOD04022_2.jpg" width="200" height="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/g-spot-vibrators/naughty-gnome"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naughty gnome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img _fcksavedurl="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/TO87676_3.jpg" src="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/TO87676_3.jpg" width="200" height="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/g-spot-vibrators/eden-tropical-g-pineapple"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eden™ waterproof tropical G pineapple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img _fcksavedurl="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/SE066812.jpg" src="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/SE066812.jpg" width="200" height="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/rabbit-vibrators/triple-action-seahorse"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Triple action seahorse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img _fcksavedurl="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/VT8083_2.jpg" src="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/VT8083_2.jpg" width="200" height="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/rabbit-vibrators/vibratex-kangaroo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kangaroo&lt;/strong&gt;              &lt;strong class="product_manufacturer"&gt;                 Rabbit vibrator                  by Vibratex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I much rather fuck this. &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/rabbit-vibrators/pearl-knob"&gt;The Pearl Knob by Vibratex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="product_name"&gt;             &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong class="product_manufacturer"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img _fcksavedurl="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/VPKNOB.jpg" src="http://edenfantasys.com/pi/VPKNOB.jpg" width="200" height="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affordable, not pink, and there is no animal rubbing up against my special spot. Sadly I don't have that, I have an update version of the &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/vibrators/rabbit-vibrators/wall-bangers-deluxe-dolphin"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wall bangers deluxe dolphin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I'm excited to use it. Excited to be convinced that animal shaped bullets are worth my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need a new box to hold all my toy and fun stuff. I've out grown mine. I love toy shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time my loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. All toys can be found on &lt;a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/"&gt;Eden Fantasys&lt;/a&gt;. It's an awesome site, use it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-3157706051706316701?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/3157706051706316701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-touch-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/3157706051706316701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/3157706051706316701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-touch-myself.html' title='I Touch Myself'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-5818241725294700845</id><published>2009-07-23T21:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:50:40.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey I know, I know, I know times are changing</title><content type='html'>When the day is hot and muggy, I'm a busy worker bee, work sucks, I hurt all over and I start my period on the worst possible day...Prince is there to make the end of that horrible day less horrible. Thank you Purple Rain...I feel relaxed and groovy. Now lets dance to some Little Red Corvette.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-5818241725294700845?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/5818241725294700845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/07/honey-i-know-i-know-i-know-times-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/5818241725294700845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/5818241725294700845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/07/honey-i-know-i-know-i-know-times-are.html' title='Honey I know, I know, I know times are changing'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-1860934680724730796</id><published>2009-06-09T15:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:20:15.206-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Shit I&apos;m Excited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dagorhir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ragnarok'/><title type='text'>Use all your well-learned politesse, Or Ill lay your soul to waste</title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged in a while. Mostly because of one big reason. RAGNAROK! It's all I can think of, so why babble on about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few weeks have involved working, hanging with Zac, his SoCal cousin Ben, Charity, yard work, and planning. I have so many lists to fill! I love it...yes I know I'm a OCD freak but I'll have everything I need. Lets hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very very VERY excited... =D Look at this awesome new tent of mine. Room for me, my crap, and a friendly a friend.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Si61mzs18VI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jH3EL3A6HNE/s1600-h/tent+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Si61mzs18VI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jH3EL3A6HNE/s320/tent+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345409486053306706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-1860934680724730796?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/1860934680724730796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/06/use-all-your-well-learned-politesse-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/1860934680724730796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/1860934680724730796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/06/use-all-your-well-learned-politesse-or.html' title='Use all your well-learned politesse, Or Ill lay your soul to waste'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Si61mzs18VI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jH3EL3A6HNE/s72-c/tent+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-9084340055130112833</id><published>2009-05-19T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:37:36.149-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dagorhir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Pillow Stuffed with Bunnies</title><content type='html'>"I need your input on what tent I should buy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see. Well if you really think about it...divide by 2...take in account the rotation of the sun...read War and Peace...if you really want my thoughts. The blue one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding this to the list of funny and amusing quotes from Zac. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-9084340055130112833?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/9084340055130112833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/05/pillow-stuffed-with-bunnies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/9084340055130112833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/9084340055130112833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/05/pillow-stuffed-with-bunnies.html' title='Pillow Stuffed with Bunnies'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-5422862773268632374</id><published>2009-05-15T12:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T12:02:56.505-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kinda Awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Shit I&apos;m Skinny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dagorhir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ragnarok'/><title type='text'>I want to know the glory or how boring it is beneath your skin</title><content type='html'>The weather has be B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L!!! Hell, just doing chores and spring cleaning outside I'm enjoying. Minus raking. I hate to rake. Cleaned out the yard bins, found a BUNCH of camp stuff. And you know what that means; start collecting for Rag! I'm such an OCD girl, but I know if I don't start now I'll be running around like a mental patient the night before. I'm pretty sure I've got everything I need for camp minus the tent. The tent is kinda important. I get paid this week (I think) and I'll buy my tent with that. And we all know (or you do now) that I researched the fuck out of my tent. I can't just go out to one store, look at a tent in my price range and proclaim "THATS IT! Ring it up Charlie!" I spent a week looking at tents at different stores/sites, think I found the one I want. Zac and I may go out to some sporting goods store (we have none here in MV) and do some more shopping. Plus we needs garb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats what I did yesterday, got out all my garb to see what I have and what I don't. I have a shit-ton of skirts and no shirts. The shirts I do have no longer fit/look good. At least by themselves, this means I'll being wearing my corset(s) the whole time. May be hot, but I'll look hot. BONUS! heh. The downside of losing weight and not having the available funds to buy new clothing. Zac may be generous and get me a few new things, he's awesome like that. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost got my $60 of saved pocket change for pre-reg Ragnarok. I'm thinking by Rag I'll have a some extra for spending. And I know the parents will help with that. Thank God for them. I really do have the best parents in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unless something interesting and epic happens in the next 36 days, all I'll be writing about is Ragnarok and Dagorhir. I may or may not be excited. I miss my Militia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-5422862773268632374?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/5422862773268632374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-to-know-glory-or-how-boring-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/5422862773268632374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/5422862773268632374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-to-know-glory-or-how-boring-it.html' title='I want to know the glory or how boring it is beneath your skin'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-6771632821206592113</id><published>2009-05-02T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:26:42.760-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hermit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Cellophane flowers of yellow and green</title><content type='html'>It's a bright, beautiful sunny day and all I want to go it be inside with the curtains drawn and be alone. Maybe it because I'm bleeding. Maybe it because of my money problems. Maybe it's because Zac is home but busy. Maybe its because of some other problems. Maybe it's all of the above. I work, I work in the yard, I eat, I watch tv and movies, I sleep. A few times Zac steals me away and I go outside. He can always make me smile, he's always had that power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna visit My Hetero-Life mate. But I'm so poor it would be boring as hell, and I'd love to go out or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise world, I'll come out soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-6771632821206592113?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/6771632821206592113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/05/cellophane-flowers-of-yellow-and-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/6771632821206592113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/6771632821206592113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/05/cellophane-flowers-of-yellow-and-green.html' title='Cellophane flowers of yellow and green'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-6338983875408913301</id><published>2009-04-26T10:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:06:14.515-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dagorhir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ragnarok'/><title type='text'>You're All The Things I've Got To Remember</title><content type='html'>Hai thar blog! Did you miss me? I missed you...I know...I've been a very bad girl not updating you. But you like it when I'm bad. It turns you on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough with the dirty talk to inanimate objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to report really. Zaccy is home. It's bliss...most of the time. We play, hang, and chat. I missed him so much, I'm not over him being home yet. I glomp him on a daily basis with said excuse. No one has any idea how much I love and missed him. I have a few best friends, but none know me as well as him and no one ever will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news my fling is over. I need to focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is.......work. I enjoy it actually. I love shopping for people, it's kind of awesome. I'm not caught up on my debts yet. Not even close. I'm trying to save, but I don't work much or get paid much and all my money goes straight to paying bills. *sigh* I miss getting tips. Boobs were good for such things. Yay boobies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been wonderful the past few days. Wonder how long it will last eh? I haven't gotten the chance to really play in it. Mostly yard work. Which is what I'll be doing today. Zac has/had drill this weekend (and on his b-day! sucks) so no BFF to play with. The talk is there might be a lil chillin today when he gets home. Of next week, neither of us work. Fun times will ensue. Good weather mean a trip to the Columbus Zoo!!! Mom and I go every year. Last year we went in April...it snowed. Yay Ohio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did I cover everything? Love, work, weather, friends, family....oh! Sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST ADULT THEMED BLOG ENTRY!!&lt;br /&gt;BE WARNED!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well...kinda...first adult themed blurb in a blog entry. Yay penis! I has a sore booty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK kiddies! Go outside and play! It's beautiful! And wear sunscreen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Is it time for Ragnarok yet?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-6338983875408913301?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/6338983875408913301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/04/youre-all-things-ive-got-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/6338983875408913301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/6338983875408913301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/04/youre-all-things-ive-got-to-remember.html' title='You&apos;re All The Things I&apos;ve Got To Remember'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-5961239661167616038</id><published>2009-04-10T21:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:56:51.062-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>'Cause you've taken too much time, To show me that you're mine</title><content type='html'>Ah yes…at least once, every girl needs to go through the drunk ex-significant other phone call. The one where they tell you that they’re happy for you and whatever you’re doing or whomever you’re with. And that they are your best friend and always will be. But they love you, you were and are the best thing to ever happen to them and they’re sorry that they messed up and lost you. And if in the future things don’t work and I want to come back, they are there waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little late…don’t ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he’s still my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we’ll see how things go when he’s home and we start hanging out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kinda had his chance…more than once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-5961239661167616038?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/5961239661167616038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/04/cause-youve-taken-too-much-time-to-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/5961239661167616038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/5961239661167616038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/04/cause-youve-taken-too-much-time-to-show.html' title='&apos;Cause you&apos;ve taken too much time, To show me that you&apos;re mine'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-2450617038807426562</id><published>2009-04-09T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:45:22.286-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Army'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFF'/><title type='text'>Oh Baby You're A Classic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 282px; height: 383px;" _fcksavedurl="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/Whoo05/PFCBarlow.jpg" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/Whoo05/PFCBarlow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5 Days…Yup…5 whole days util my soldier boy comes home. Zac has been in San Antonio, Texas doing that Army thing. AIT…whatever it is. When he talks about the army, I turn into a dumb girl. None of it makes sense to me, but I nod and listen like a good friend. I try to get the gist of it all, so that all of my questions aren’t that stupid. I can’t tell you how long it took for me to remember “AIT”. I still don’t know what it stands for. All I know is that my best friend (and ex-boyfriend) is in Texas training to be a medic and when he comes back he’s gonna look damn good. I hope his butt is still there, he always had a nice butt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres gonna be some tension…we’ll see how that is when we come to it. One thing at a time, but I’m not worried. Honestly I’m just excited to hang out with him again, we have the best time. I’ve got plans for him…trips to shopping, dinner, movies, events, and practices. I think we’re gonna start a workout schedule. Working out with a soldier…oh God, I’m gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, 3rd official day of work today. Did really well, boss lady said I kicked ass. Feet not killing me as bad as the first day. Stayed in my super cute yellow heals all day. Oh and my ass looked delicious in my new black pants. Good hair day too. But I had a point about mentioning work…the music. Usually you hear one of two genres of music in stores, pertaining to the ambiance and product in the store. FB is now strictly misses and plus, no more juniors and girls. But the tunes…I was expecting oldies and alt-rock, adult contemporary type stuff. Like the lame ass radio station we have here in town. But holy shit, that tape sounds like my MP3 player on random…although I wouldn’t listen to some of this stuff. I made notes on what I heard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Succession:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abba&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Backstreet Boys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blink 182&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prince&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steely Dan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Velvet Revolver&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Billy Joel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Panic At The Disco&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Van Halen &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;John Mayer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bob Marley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;James Brown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I donno, I found it interesting. I sing and dance around the store. The customers seem to enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-2450617038807426562?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/2450617038807426562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-baby-youre-classic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/2450617038807426562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/2450617038807426562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-baby-youre-classic.html' title='Oh Baby You&apos;re A Classic'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-9165641619254412650</id><published>2009-04-01T11:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:04:10.164-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dagorhir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Water Is Good For You</title><content type='html'>A quote/comment from a friend on &lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3465/3403873627_fa5263fda0.jpg?v=0"&gt;this photo&lt;/a&gt; The Ides of March event. It make me laugh so hard. (lol hard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LOOK AT THAT FUCKING WATER. SWALLOW THAT SHIT DOWN, SON. FEEL THAT HYDRATION? IT'S H20H-SO-GOOD. THIS AIN'T SOME PUSSY AQUAFINA BOTTLE. WE'VE GOT A MOTHERFUCKING GALLON OF AQUEOUS BADASSITUDE FOR YOU TO WRAP YOUR DRY-ASS HUSK OF A FACE AROUND. YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID? AQUEOUS. IT COMES FROM THE LATIN WORD FOR WATER. ROMANS DRANK WATER AND THEY STABBED PEOPLE TO DEATH ALL OVER EUROPE." - Grikk Bloodbeard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats some funny fucking shit mother fucker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-9165641619254412650?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/9165641619254412650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/04/water-is-good-for-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/9165641619254412650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/9165641619254412650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/04/water-is-good-for-you.html' title='Water Is Good For You'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-4551243558323661044</id><published>2009-03-31T21:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:54:25.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I walk to the bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dispatch.com/wwwexportcontent/sites/dispatch/images/mar/0331_BARSTOOL_a1_03-31-09_A1_86DDF7B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 207px;" src="http://www.dispatch.com/wwwexportcontent/sites/dispatch/images/mar/0331_BARSTOOL_a1_03-31-09_A1_86DDF7B.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Wygle was charged with driving the bar stool while under the influence of alcohol and driving while under suspension. He has pleaded not guilty to the charges and asked for a jury trial. No court date has been set."&lt;br /&gt;By Randy Ludlow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dispatch.com/live/content/local_news/stories/2009/03/31/barstool.ART_ART_03-31-09_A1_D1DDFUN.html?type=rss&amp;amp;cat=&amp;amp;sid=101"&gt;DUI charge is filed, but man never left bar stool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE COLUMBUS DISPATCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened in Newark, Ohio...23 miles from my little rural town. Or in "Ohio miles"; 40 minutes away. Here in Ohio we don't measure distance in miles, it's in time. Makes sense to me. Fuck you guys who think its dumb. Anyway, back to my point. Yes I had one. Not everybody in this area (and down in Newark, also pronounced Nerrk) are gun-toting-hog-owning-racist-bigoted-drunk-white trash-assholes. But honestly, this story made me giggle. It's a silly idea and I could prolly see someone I know doing this. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to share this story, point out that I'm from the area, and that not everyone from here is...dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-4551243558323661044?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/4551243558323661044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-why-i-walk-to-bar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/4551243558323661044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/4551243558323661044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-why-i-walk-to-bar.html' title='This is why I walk to the bar'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-2174093056376736288</id><published>2009-03-27T14:39:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:33:08.937-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kinda Awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dagorhir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>I am secrets untold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Sc0hr4-lQtI/AAAAAAAAABg/myRjpOP43mM/s1600-h/Jo+toast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Sc0hr4-lQtI/AAAAAAAAABg/myRjpOP43mM/s320/Jo+toast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317943772907389650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(pictured above, Joatoms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This dude...we call him Jo...is an "interesting" character. A kind, older gentleman, with that sick, dirty sense of humor that all in our circle have. He joined our ranks recently, bribed us with some delicious booze and charmed us with poems about ourselves. They're too amusing not to share. I am especially intrigued by mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Sc0i4s8pb0I/AAAAAAAAABo/moZAEuDCPrI/s1600-h/Radnor+the+baby+raper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Sc0i4s8pb0I/AAAAAAAAABo/moZAEuDCPrI/s320/Radnor+the+baby+raper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317945092527976258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(pictured above, Radnor The Baby Raper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radnor Shall Rage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeth of silver,&lt;br /&gt;horns of jade,&lt;br /&gt;dead baby's bones&lt;br /&gt;Radnor shall rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death draws near,&lt;br /&gt;The heat gives hint,&lt;br /&gt;Fire, acid, spewing forth,&lt;br /&gt;Radnor has been sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blood on her hands,&lt;br /&gt;And blood on her breath,&lt;br /&gt;But guilt she has not,&lt;br /&gt;Because she loves death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Sc0jlHUmonI/AAAAAAAAABw/8w7CqDpjqrU/s1600-h/Loki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Sc0jlHUmonI/AAAAAAAAABw/8w7CqDpjqrU/s320/Loki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317945855522022002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Pictured above, Loki)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loki's Counterfeit Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you mess with her...there's some things ya should know,&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever fuck with lokis counterfeit Soul...&lt;br /&gt;As quiet as she may be,and sane as she might look..&lt;br /&gt;Stay clear of her wraith...or your body on a hook.&lt;br /&gt;With inner demons like lions to the slaughter...&lt;br /&gt;Your soul will beg for her mercy..your life to cower..&lt;br /&gt;Now I hope you have changed your mind about fucking with her...&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what's your fucking with..you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Sc0nh5jpkvI/AAAAAAAAACI/DgBOOw91-fQ/s1600-h/2767542248_e343102d0b_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Sc0nh5jpkvI/AAAAAAAAACI/DgBOOw91-fQ/s320/2767542248_e343102d0b_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317950198333936370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Pictured above, Boz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joint in my maw,&lt;br /&gt;drink in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;whore on my lap,&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I've made the score,&lt;br /&gt;in this green land,&lt;br /&gt;lost in dual insanity&lt;br /&gt;without a care,&lt;br /&gt;flogging a Care Bear,&lt;br /&gt;drinking pessimism&lt;br /&gt;as a matter of course.&lt;br /&gt;No help around the corner,&lt;br /&gt;because the problem is not there,&lt;br /&gt;it does not exist,&lt;br /&gt;even to the pessimist,&lt;br /&gt;so take it and enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;live and cry,&lt;br /&gt;take it and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Sc0mgfg4b-I/AAAAAAAAACA/NvTKFfTCqIk/s1600-h/Loki+and+The+Jester.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Sc0mgfg4b-I/AAAAAAAAACA/NvTKFfTCqIk/s320/Loki+and+The+Jester.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317949074651508706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(pictured above, Loki and Jester)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An arseole the other day&lt;br /&gt;said they could read me every way,&lt;br /&gt;read me like a bloody book&lt;br /&gt;until from them the life I shook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every pleasure in their eyes was gone&lt;br /&gt;as they traveled to oblivion,&lt;br /&gt;and I shed not a tear&lt;br /&gt;as I laughed at their fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Sc0oC9yRsEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QnUMu5MHrRE/s1600-h/3210376217_25df7dc8fe_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Sc0oC9yRsEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QnUMu5MHrRE/s320/3210376217_25df7dc8fe_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317950766404710466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pictured above, Awry, Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the poison in your veins,&lt;br /&gt;the stride in your walk,&lt;br /&gt;the damp between your thighs,&lt;br /&gt;I hold your reins,&lt;br /&gt;I control your talk,&lt;br /&gt;I fill your pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am secrets untold,&lt;br /&gt;and your fate I hold,&lt;br /&gt;I am not a fantasy,&lt;br /&gt;I am your destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Sc0lfIM_BGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ipB7nZpRCZc/s1600-h/blackhawk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Sc0lfIM_BGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ipB7nZpRCZc/s320/blackhawk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317947951702541410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Pictured above, Blackhawk, Non-Militia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blackhawk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a dark sparrow,&lt;br /&gt;A nights raven,&lt;br /&gt;An angel with black wings.&lt;br /&gt;The hawk of black&lt;br /&gt;I am little dark me,&lt;br /&gt;And that’s all I can be.&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t try to change me,&lt;br /&gt;What I am can not be reversed.&lt;br /&gt;I know my fate,&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m cursed.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been manipulated,&lt;br /&gt;By his blood I’ve been intoxicated.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sorry or ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;I am what I am because I was betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;But it turned out that I was deceived in the best way.&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy as I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-2174093056376736288?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/2174093056376736288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-secrets-untold.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/2174093056376736288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/2174093056376736288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-secrets-untold.html' title='I am secrets untold'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2n43n2vLyVs/Sc0hr4-lQtI/AAAAAAAAABg/myRjpOP43mM/s72-c/Jo+toast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-2494183110408211280</id><published>2009-03-25T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:50:35.671-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkeys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Get Schooled</title><content type='html'>One must be aware of all internet traditions. &lt;a href="http://www.youshouldhaveseenthis.com/"&gt;Educate yourself. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sbRom1Rz8OA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sbRom1Rz8OA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-2494183110408211280?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/2494183110408211280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/03/get-schooled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/2494183110408211280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/2494183110408211280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/03/get-schooled.html' title='Get Schooled'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-4711872600536893736</id><published>2009-03-23T22:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:36:55.800-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='List Entry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>My Aim Is True</title><content type='html'>I don’t know why I enjoy writing disjointed, list form, and random thought journal entries. Maybe it’s because that how I think, it’s how I process my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I built a pantry yesterday for my mother. Yes it was one of those from the box things, but I still got to use a cordless drill and stuff. OCD wins when you’re building. That shit is straight, even and level. Looks good, holds lost of things thus opening up the kitchen more and allowing us to be more organized and less cluttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next thought, clutter. We have too much. As a family I mean. The front room, Mom’s room, is ok. Dad’s room looks like a warehouse. Goddamn I hate that room. Shit is just everywhere. Dropped ceilings, dark wood paneling, computer parts, tobacco and filters (we roll our own), CD’s…and everything is covered in a fine layer of dust, ash and the smell of smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus my need to overhaul my upstairs rooms. By bedroom isn’t bad. A few things need to go, but after the bed bugs I tend to keep it orderly and clean. My living room is a whole other story. I have too much crap, saved up over the years. Many of it useless, some of it hold memories, and then the rest just needs to find a real home. I want to paint, I want to rearrange, I want to cut back my useless possessions. I want to better display my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to my next thought. (I like how this is flowing, like I planned it!) Books, reading. I need more of this. I have the time but instead I do what most people my age do in this culture. I sit in front of my computer screen or TV (sometimes both) and I click away at pointless things. I’m a slow reader, and a distracted reader. I tend to read 3 maybe 4 books at once, but somehow without confusing any. I think this comes from reading one book for school, one light read for bed and another more difficult one. I read in the morning, with my coffee. It’s bliss. Used to read at the clubhouse while working. Something about reading while at work make me want to read more. I would read at work then when my shift was up I’d go home and read more until dinner. Sounds like I need to be busy to allow myself the luxury of sitting down for a few hours to read. Lord knows I still have no job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaand onto the next topic! Jobs, work, career ect. I’m hired at my local Fashion Bug, but have yet to start. Still waiting for my last reference to pick up the damn phone and tell them how awesome I am. I assume the background check went well. I need to start working, not just for money, but because I like to work. When I work I stay active, I eat healthier, I exercise, I want to look and feel good because I have a reason to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for a list of random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love classical music; Night on Bald Mountain was a favorite as a child.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can’t wait for there to be fresh fruit from our farmers market.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want an apartment in the city, but I adore this town.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jethro Tull is fucking bad ass.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can’t stop watching How I Met Your Mother, Barney is so funny!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate yard work. No…loathe it. And yet tomorrow I’m volunteering to do it tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I’m a great daughter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I’m the best thing that could ever happen to you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I’m the best catch in the sea.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think those are my semi-random thoughts of the day (more like the past weekend). Time for a smoke and some groovy music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-4711872600536893736?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/4711872600536893736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-aim-is-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/4711872600536893736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/4711872600536893736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-aim-is-true.html' title='My Aim Is True'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-1397750546885998315</id><published>2009-03-21T20:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:48:58.866-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dagorhir'/><title type='text'>Crush Kill and Destroy!</title><content type='html'>Before I blog about my road trip to Georgia, I fell like I should explain Dagorhir. (even if no one read this *cry* *slash wrists* sorry...emo time is over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDd5G0V-1vU"&gt;Dagorhir&lt;/a&gt;, in my own words: Medieval/fantasy/D&amp;amp;D/Tolkien inspired full contact combat played with foam weapons. One dresses in garb (a costume), adopts a persona and name and becomes that “person”. It's kinda epic. Just sayin. There are many units and groups; evil, good, mercs, human, elf, orc, other...anything you can really think of. But there is no Sci-fi...you can't be from space. There are events all over the country, many in the Midwest area, and the most epic and largest is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z0PQvzr-MCA"&gt;Ragnarok&lt;/a&gt;. Thousands come out, camp, party and camp for a week. Battles are had, tournaments, and parties rage on. Oh and I mention the parties? There are a lot of parties. But the best part is falling asleep to the drums in your tent cuddled up with someone. * sigh *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then...my unit (lol unit), &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ZWuIhRlzP0"&gt;The Militia&lt;/a&gt;. A rapidly growing group of evil personas, once known as a rag tag of degenerates, infamous for causing trouble and the occasional explosion. Now a days we’re somewhat organized (or attempting to be) and kicking some major ass on the field. People fear us. And we throw a kick ass party with booze and boobs. That’s what it’s all about right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not LARP (Live Action Role Play). Some Dag kids would like to, and they’re welcome to. They form groups within groups to do so. I’m more into the fighting, people, parties and camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we’re geeks…but at least we’re not &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j_ekugPKqFw"&gt;these people&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need more info that isn't by Dag kids? In need of a creditable source like a TV show featured on The Discovery Channel? Well you're in luck Mister!! Wreckreation Nation did a lovely piece on us, represent us quite well. Give it a lil watch! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KS3YpCixS8g"&gt;Part one&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3pp4Gl9yEE"&gt;Part two&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few last plugs... &lt;a href="http://www.dagorhir.com"&gt;Dagorhir&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://northlandsmilitia.tripod.com/"&gt;Militia&lt;/a&gt;. All kinds of win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-1397750546885998315?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/1397750546885998315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/03/crush-kill-and-destroy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/1397750546885998315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/1397750546885998315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/03/crush-kill-and-destroy.html' title='Crush Kill and Destroy!'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-7815375459329511152</id><published>2009-03-08T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:15:00.334-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smoke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dagorhir'/><title type='text'>The stained-glass curtain you're hiding behind never lets in the sun</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling sappy and snuggley...not sure why. Maybe it's the fact that I'm home alone on a Saturday night. oh boo hoo..Shut up, stop complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day! Shopped with mom, she got me food for Ides. (IDES IDES IDES IIIIIDEEEESSSSS) I'll get my snuggle fix there for sure. =) Got a job interview set up for wednesday!!! At Fashion Bug. Retail...eh...but I know everyone who works there, they love me and they think I'd be perfect. Positive thinking everyone!! And what am I gonna wear?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want that cigarette now. Must be strong!!! I'm doing so well! *head desk* Zac pointed out that whenever Char calls I need a smoke. He's absolutely correct. What is it about smoking and talking on the phone? During...after...or both...whatever...but I haven't smoked. My last cig is just sitting on my keyboard...mocking me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not smoking at Ides is gonna be hard. All those bastards with their delicious smokes...feeding the nicotine demon...damn I want one so bad now! But I've been having trouble catching my breath/breathing. Lungs hurt...it's time to stop. Never should have started. I know that I've quit when I break this last smoke in two. Not ready yet. It's like sleeping with an ex, ya can't quite let go of that feeling. They know what you need and exactly how to get you there. Usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck...wheres my gum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-7815375459329511152?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/7815375459329511152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/03/stained-glass-curtain-youre-hiding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/7815375459329511152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/7815375459329511152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/03/stained-glass-curtain-youre-hiding.html' title='The stained-glass curtain you&apos;re hiding behind never lets in the sun'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-3609438325529901163</id><published>2009-03-06T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:08:05.984-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dagorhir'/><title type='text'>I think you're just so pleasant</title><content type='html'>My mother...no matter how needy, annoying, stubborn, and ditzy she is...she's still fucking awesome. Who is paying for my entry, gas money and food for Ides of March? Her. Who is emptying her pocket change every day into my gargoyle bank for Ragnarok? Her. Who would drop anything to help and give me anything when I needed it the most? Her. She's super supportive, my best friend and the most giving person in the world. Love my mama. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and I will be going out to play this weekend. Mr Weather Man said it was gonna be nice. We'll get our weekly supply of meat, pack a picnic, stop by DQ, and do some antiquing. A typical mother daughter saturday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been preparing for Ides for the past few days. Set up the tent, did repairs, cleaned stuff, packed (kinda) the camping tool kit, made up my skull stencil so that I may paint it on my chair. I'm doing everything I can to stay busy and not actually pack my bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, maybe tomorrow, I really need to watch and review a porn. I've fallen so behind. But shit...they ain't paying me so...yea. I really enjoy writing and reviewing. I forgot how much I liked it. Used to do it all the time in high school and before. Hell, I used to want to be a writer. Hmmmm...might be something I should look into. Lets move to the city and write for a blog or mag! Yea...that'll happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-3609438325529901163?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/3609438325529901163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-youre-just-so-pleasant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/3609438325529901163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/3609438325529901163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-youre-just-so-pleasant.html' title='I think you&apos;re just so pleasant'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-5794157432200078622</id><published>2009-03-04T03:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:06:40.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Thanks'/><title type='text'>Baby Mamas</title><content type='html'>Friends are getting married...and then pregnant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I would have stayed with him I betcha I'd be engaged right now. Or married. But definitely not carrying an alien in my uterus. Thank GOD I'm not. Not ready...and not stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes a single girl seek out Planned Parenthood to get herself some birth control. Just as a precaution. Don't get me wrong, I like kids. Don't love...I like. I'll love my kids though. But I want to love them when I'm pushing 30's, married, with a stable job and possibly a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea...fuck that shit...gimmie da pill man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorter bleeding times would be nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy for my friends who are going to have or have had babies. Yay for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I charge for babysitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Lee's ugly genetics isn't the dominate one...that child would be "special".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 months til I'm Auntie Whoo. And possibly (if Lee isn't a dickwad...which he will be...) a Godmother (?!?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-5794157432200078622?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/5794157432200078622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-mamas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/5794157432200078622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/5794157432200078622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-mamas.html' title='Baby Mamas'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-1401188146898550747</id><published>2009-02-22T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:05:14.837-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hermit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smoke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>You Can't Take The Sky From Me</title><content type='html'>Some days I want to be a hermit. I sit in my room, play on the computer, read, watch movies/TV and talk to either no one or just my family. It's not because I'm mad, sad. Nor am I depressed. Lonely yes..."needy" very...but unhappy? No. My excuse is that I'm an only child and I enjoy my solitude. Makes me think that I'll need to live on my own, sans roommate. That is, unless its a significant other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guv-ment is raising the tax on roll your own tobacco supplies. Something like 2000%. This means the family will be seriously cutting back and hopefully quitting. Honestly I'm looking forward to the house, my clothes, the furniture, and myself not smelling of smoke. Of course it'll be super hard, especially that after meal smoke, or a lazy puff after a tiring fuck, or the morning with my coffee drag, or drunk cigarette, or smokin after tokin. *sigh* It's for the greater good...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-1401188146898550747?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/1401188146898550747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-cant-take-sky-from-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/1401188146898550747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/1401188146898550747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-cant-take-sky-from-me.html' title='You Can&apos;t Take The Sky From Me'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-6935303675186628597</id><published>2009-02-16T18:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:02:18.191-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dagorhir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine'/><title type='text'>No Peace I Find, Just An Old Sweet Song</title><content type='html'>Another weekend spent with Radnor is now over and I am now officially ecstatic to be an only child. Love that girl but by the 3rd night I need to run away and sit in silence. She’s like a tornado! Her possessions end up all over my room! Lol But it was a nice weekend, glad I didn’t spend Valentine’s weekend alone. We hung with Sarge’s sister at Honey Buckets, had a beer, ran around town and then proceeded to spend the rest of the weekend in my room watching Ugly Betty and playing with armor. Now I clean and organize. It makes me happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I did spend Valentine’s Day with my heterosexual life mate because neither of have a male counterpart…I did end up with a lovely long distance Valentine. Fluff (Zaccy) sent me flowers and a teddy bear. The boy set it up all the way from Texas and got here in time for Valentine’s Day! I’m super impressed…the Barlow family is not one for punctuality. You can count on them being at least 15 minutes late to everything. Miss that boy though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/whoo05/pic/000088g2/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/whoo05/pic/000088g2/s320x240" alt="" border="0" width="180" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg needs Ides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg needs booty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-6935303675186628597?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/6935303675186628597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-peace-i-find-just-old-sweet-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/6935303675186628597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/6935303675186628597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-peace-i-find-just-old-sweet-song.html' title='No Peace I Find, Just An Old Sweet Song'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-5402699669332263594</id><published>2009-02-13T04:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:00:03.273-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine'/><title type='text'>I can has a Valentine?</title><content type='html'>Zac claims he's sending flowers, or candy, or a stuffed animal from AIT in Texas. Hell...he might send it all. He's got the money, he talked about it today...he just might do it! But knowing him it'll be late. The boy would score major points if he pulls this off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-5402699669332263594?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/5402699669332263594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-can-has-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/5402699669332263594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/5402699669332263594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-can-has-valentine.html' title='I can has a Valentine?'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-8229317627592918206</id><published>2009-02-11T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:17:25.986-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dagorhir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Rant'/><title type='text'>En ädel syn ny väntas kan, Styrka uråldrig och ära sann</title><content type='html'>The sun is attempting to break through the clouds, the wind is cold but the air feels warm, I’m sitting around my room in capri length lounge pants, and my body is aching to go play. Luckily my mind is smarter than my body and tells me the truth…it’s still February, its still winter and it’s still chilly out there. Ohio weather is a dirty, dirty tease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though my hip is bothering me, and my knees sound like pop rocks when I climb stairs, I wanna hop on my bike and go all 30 miles of the trail here in town just to have that feeling of being outside and active. If people were home or I had the ability to get to a Dag practice I’d run around all day with them. But alas I am alone in Mount Vernon. And don’t get me started on the stupid army taking my favorite bored Mount Vernonite who drops everything to play AND pays for shit. Is it April yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have March to look forward to. Holy shit there will be a lot of people in this house. It’s like the Ragnarok caravan all over again…but for an extended amount of time. Dad doesn’t seem too pleased with the thought of that many people being upstairs at one time. He seems to think that the house will fall down. Depending the time everyone is here we can take over most of the house. Hell, it might be warm enough we can hang and play outside for a bit. Dad will be just fine sitting in his shop, he’ll have to read his blogs at another time. Mom is very welcoming and pretty excited to see everyone. As long as she has time to sit in the living room alone, drink her coffee and shower we’ll be fine. I expect we won’t be squatting for long. This trip should be epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and…I’m so happy that I’m 22, unmarried, not committed to a man, and not pregnant or in possession of a child. Just sayin…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-8229317627592918206?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/8229317627592918206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/02/en-adel-syn-ny-vantas-kan-styrka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/8229317627592918206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/8229317627592918206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/02/en-adel-syn-ny-vantas-kan-styrka.html' title='En ädel syn ny väntas kan, Styrka uråldrig och ära sann'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-1166180085299344928</id><published>2009-02-08T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:18:49.644-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='List Entry'/><title type='text'>Shes knows she's built, knows how to please</title><content type='html'>Random thoughts, views, and experiences from the past few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I make a kick ass deep dish pizza. Homemade crust and sauce included. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love being in the kitchen. And I love being in the kitchen with my mother.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I mutha-fuckin poor as shit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been a little depressed this past week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm in the mood to dance/party on a large scale. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom and dad noticed that I've lost weight. Radnor did too...what the hell did I do to lose weight?! I thought I gained...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm pretty damn sexy. Just sayin...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The History Channel has lost some of its creditability.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm bored of my "toys" and nothing I watch online excites me anymore. I'm also too lazy to look around for more than 20 minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to purge/get rid of a bunch of my stuff but I'm still emotionaly attached to it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to pee...thus this post is over. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-1166180085299344928?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/1166180085299344928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/02/shes-knows-shes-built-knows-how-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/1166180085299344928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/1166180085299344928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/02/shes-knows-shes-built-knows-how-to.html' title='Shes knows she&apos;s built, knows how to please'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-7118012198977490990</id><published>2009-02-05T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:20:20.065-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Opinions, Silence and Bunnies.</title><content type='html'>Nothing like a friends opinion to make you re-think your life and decisions you've made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I remember that I am my own person, I control my life and believe whatever happens happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living life as it goes. Not holding my breath, not making or worrying (or trying not to) about plans or the future. I enjoy everyday (somehow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Silence is a beautiful thing. I think humanity now a days take it for granted. No one slows down to breathe, listen, and take the world's little things in. Because it's the little things that matter and make life beautiful. Like bunnies... I love bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also the little things that make me rage...just putting that out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-7118012198977490990?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/7118012198977490990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/02/opinions-silence-and-bunnies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/7118012198977490990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/7118012198977490990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2009/02/opinions-silence-and-bunnies.html' title='Opinions, Silence and Bunnies.'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3166579641712503659.post-1830014619513690073</id><published>2008-12-12T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:21:34.606-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vintage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Hazzah For Miss Page</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/whoo05/pic/00007ppd/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/whoo05/pic/00007ppd/s320x240" alt="" border="0" width="191" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My idol, my hero, the woman who introduced me to the world of the pin-up passed away at 85 yesterday. She may have had her problems in life (three divorces, landlord battles, and an institutionalization) but she was the one who made me look into pin-up girls and realize that my curvy body is desirable and (dare I say it?!) sexy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Bettie Page for your work and making me who I am today. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(article on her and her passing) http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=2&lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;0601103&amp;amp;sid=aBR4D3uqMGGc&amp;amp;refer=us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(another article but NSFW, there are nudes and it's a blog about porn and such. just warning ya!)&lt;br /&gt;http://fleshbot.com/5108165/so-long-and-t&lt;wbr&gt;hank-you-bettie-page?skyline=true&amp;amp;s=i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3166579641712503659-1830014619513690073?l=missawry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/feeds/1830014619513690073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2008/12/hazzah-for-miss-page.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/1830014619513690073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3166579641712503659/posts/default/1830014619513690073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missawry.blogspot.com/2008/12/hazzah-for-miss-page.html' title='Hazzah For Miss Page'/><author><name>Cookin' Cate</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjmjPL1Z73w/TgnWpoFiVbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9LnGdL8JX5U/s220/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
