<?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-15395482</id><updated>2012-03-06T14:28:51.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destiny2161.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395482/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destiny2161.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06599549400528930188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395482.post-1492351854381925855</id><published>2012-03-06T13:58:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T14:28:51.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving GH:Why it's NOT  about a Soap Couple Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Many of us have been on this campaign to save the ABC soap General Hospital and to hopefully get All My Children and One Life to Live back on the air. The most promident campaign is called "The Buttercup Army". And yes I admit that it did start out as a campaign to bring back the REAL Jason Morgan because for so long the character has been a pod person. And yes it a few members are apart of the Liason fanbase (Jason and Elizabeth Fans) but this campaign isn't about us wanting a soap couple together. The Buttercup Army is about keeping General Hospital on the air. It's about saving a legacy. It's about holding Anne Sweeny to her word. It's about restoring General Hospital to it's former glory. What this campaign is NOT about is one actor/actress or soap couple. This isn't some fanbase war. This about saving a show so many people love. My grandmother is 90 years old and has been watching soaps since the 1960's. She isn't a fan of one particular pairing or one particular actor or actress. She simply is a fan of soaps. She enjoys watching them. She was heartbroken when it was announced that AMC and OLTL were being axed. She told me she enjoys so little tv these days and that she loved watching her soaps. Now she only has two soaps she watches, General Hopsital and Young And The Restless. I haven't had the heart to tell her GH is in danger of cancellation and I won't unless there is some news to tell her. I am hoping I won't have to do that. She like so many have been faithful viewers of General Hospital and soaps. This campaign is about people like her, loyal viewers who don't want their show to be gone. We have ONE last shot at this people. Forget the stupid fanbase wars. Please do not prove ABC right in that these stupid wars will cause us to implode and cause GH to be cancelled. This is about saving a show that means so much to so many. They say soaps are a dying breed, we need to prove this statement wrong.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I don't care if you hate one couple or love another. I don't care if you adore one actor/actress or hate them. It doesn't matter anymore. What matters is saving this show. Without the show there won't be any couple or person to root for. We need to forget the crap, and band together to save this show. Fans banded together when Rebecca Herbst was fired, and it didn't matter who you wanted her character paired with, we just did what needed to be done and saved her job. Now is the time to band together and fight with everything we have. Ratings matter people. Watch the show live if you can, DVR the show (even if you want live), watch online, let it be viewed as many times as possible. Even if you just turn it on and walk away and don't sit down and actually watch I don't care as long as it is on in your home. Remember on the DVR to make sure it was recorded because on Friday March 2, DVR's across the country didn't record the episode. It is believed this was an deliberate move although no one knows for sure yet but the fact that some have it recorded and others don't smells fishy to me. This is why this fight is so important. This tells me ABC is as dirty as they come if they pull this crap. Also there have been so many haters who are being threatening and down right cruel. These people clearly aren't true fans of GH. They just want a certain pairing or a certain actor/actress to shine, they don't care about the rest. And they should. General Hospital is worth saving. So let's save it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Jamie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395482-1492351854381925855?l=destiny2161.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destiny2161.blogspot.com/feeds/1492351854381925855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395482&amp;postID=1492351854381925855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395482/posts/default/1492351854381925855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395482/posts/default/1492351854381925855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destiny2161.blogspot.com/2012/03/saving-ghwhy-its-not-about-soap-couple.html' title='Saving GH:Why it&apos;s NOT  about a Soap Couple Anymore'/><author><name>jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06599549400528930188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395482.post-3033690041530190310</id><published>2012-03-06T09:33:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T12:06:59.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Our Soap: Why I Watch General Hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's been a long time since I've written anything on this blog, not since 2009 but I felt the need to make this post in light of recent events. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last night a beloved radio show host on blog talk radio felt the need to take a leave of absence for awhile because of a group of malicious, vindictive so called fans of the soap General Hospital that in my opinion are not fans of the show at all but simply fans of one person and/or couple on the show. And instead of seeing the bigger picture which is to save the show, they want to be petty and childish and complain about the most mudane things like the show's opening. Give me a break, no one gives a damn about something that dumb. The opening is rather meaningless compared to the overall show. And really most people who DVR it usually fast forward through it anyway. The fact that it's shorter is better because it leaves more time for the show which is the more important of the two things. Now don't get me wrong I am not upset that this person is taking a leave of absence because honestly I think they need it. This person needs to recharge and take a much needed vacation. I am upset at the reason they are doing it because they don't deserve to be attacked in such a manner. This person works their ass off everyday trying to save GH because they are deeply passionate about it and because they love the show. They don't want to see it die. So to all the haters out there just SHUT UP! You have no business watching GH if you aren't a fan of the overall show. It's okay to like an actor/actress and to like a a certain pairing and it's okay to root for them but right now we need to save the show because if cancelled then you won't have a couple or actor/actress to root for because they will be out of a job. The show won't be there to have anyone to root for anymore. We are all deeply passionate about some aspect of the show but for right now we need to refocus that passion on keeping it on the air. So just watch it or just have it on the tv and let air in the background if you don't care to watch it. I don't care just have it on. We need the ratings. Don't let ABC destroy a piece of history for something that will likely bomb. Okay enough about that. Now on to something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've only been watching GH since about 1995, so not extremly long. I will admit I am young, I am only thirty so I wasn't around for the majority of GH. I remember seeing Stone die and Robin grieve. I remember Jason getting to his accident and becoming Jason Morgan. I remember Sonny leaving Brenda at the alter and Jason breaking then news to her. I remember Jason getting shot at Robin's house by the the Tin man and her being afraid to touch him because of her HIV. I remember Robin making Sonny fire Jason because she was terrified. I remember Robin betraying Jason by telling AJ about Michael. I remember Emily going through her drug use and Elizabeth getting rape. I remember her confronting her rapist. I remember when Lucky died in the fire and how Elizabeth grieved. I remember Jason and Elizabeth becoming friends. I remember so many things. Mostly I remember being hooked and not being able to wait to come home and watch GH. But among all those memories I also remember the not so good times. I remember when Brian Frons became in charge and started systematically destroying a once proud history rich show. I remember his agenda driven storylines that nearly killed GH and how he seemingly played favorites, how he intentionally plummed ratings in favor of a flavor of the month. He shoved characters down our throats day after day and he played character assaination more than once. For example he turned one of the most popular actors/characters into a pod person. I speak of course of the wonderfull Steve Burton. He drug that man's reputation through the mud on numerous occasions simply for someone who didn't deserve the star power she got. During this man's regime he continued to bring on newbie after newbie and started killing off beloved characters like Alan Quartermaine, Georgie Jones, Emily Quartermaine, AJ Quartermaine and finally Elizabeth's beloved son Jake. And for what, some stupid plot point that made no sense to us. It was done to further his sick and twisted agenda. For so many GH fans the final straw was when the killed Jake for no reason other than to stick it to a fanbase of a couple. And for others the final straw was when Rebecca Herbst was fired. These two events cause a firestorm of conterversy and sent down a backlash that I am sure is still felt today. We fans banded together to save Becky's job and now we must do it to save General Hospital. But lucky for us a mircale happened and Brian Frons was fired from his position of power. And now we have a new wonderful writing team headed by the truly awsome Ron Carlivati and excutive producer Frank Valenti. You can already see the massive change. Characters are finally being written in character instead being whitewashed. And things are finally moving in a positive direction. For the first time in a decade I recogonize General Hospital again. Isn't that worth saving? I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395482-3033690041530190310?l=destiny2161.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destiny2161.blogspot.com/feeds/3033690041530190310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395482&amp;postID=3033690041530190310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395482/posts/default/3033690041530190310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395482/posts/default/3033690041530190310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destiny2161.blogspot.com/2012/03/saving-our-soap-why-i-watch-general.html' title='Saving Our Soap: Why I Watch General Hospital'/><author><name>jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06599549400528930188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395482.post-7450117749755404205</id><published>2009-08-08T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T10:44:07.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I lasted posted. Life just got in the way for good long time and well I kinda forgot I had this blog. I'm not sure if anyone is reading anything of this but hey if you are thanks. I actually thought of this blog again after seeing the movie "Juile and Juila". It's based on a true story of this chic Juile who starts this blog about cooking her way through Juila Childs cookbook in a years time. I walked away from the movie wanting to cook something. I sorta think of myself as a chef/cook even though I dropped out of culinary school after only a few months. It was way to stressfull and high pressure. I prefer to take my time and savor what I am cooking not feel rushed through it and besides I gained about 15lbs during this time thanks to all the rich, calorie filled dishes we made. The thing about going to culinary school or at least the one I went to  you have to eat what you cook and let me tell you alot of what we cooked had tons of butter, and well fat. Basically all the bad stuff that makes food so damm good. Although I have found that butter isn't all that bad for you as long as you don't consume it in mass quanities. And yes I mean REAL butter not that fake tub stuff that has an ingredient list I can't even begin to pronounce. Just look at one 1 day and see for yourself. Anyway watching the movie got me in a creative mood. I have all these ideas for recipes running through my head. I love to cook and from what I am told it's something I am good at. I love to just come up with something on the spur of the moment. Sometimes it comes from a recipe I've done before and I just do a variation on it or I just come up with something completly new. Cooking for me is thrapy for me. It's a cauthatic experience and allows me to let loose and not think about anything except the meal that is to come. Right now I am trying to develope a recipe for Hawaian chicken. It's based on a dish I had at a resturant that was out of this world good. I am thinking if I add orange juice to the pinapple juice for the marinade it will come out good. Because I am finding that the pinapple juice alone doesn't add enough flavor to it. It needs an extra kick and I am thinking orange juice will do the trick. We shall see. I plan to make it again this week. I am also working on a herb chicken dish that uses fresh herbs and olive oil and again that is based on a dish I had. The other day I made a dill salmon dish with rainbow fennel salad with a homemade version of Honey Dijion Mustard Vingeratte. Anyway like I said my head is filled with ideas. I let you know how some of them turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395482-7450117749755404205?l=destiny2161.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destiny2161.blogspot.com/feeds/7450117749755404205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395482&amp;postID=7450117749755404205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395482/posts/default/7450117749755404205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395482/posts/default/7450117749755404205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destiny2161.blogspot.com/2009/08/been-awhile.html' title='Been Awhile'/><author><name>jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06599549400528930188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395482.post-3796158112300625772</id><published>2007-05-29T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T12:30:54.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Out Loud</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is me venting out loud. It's funny how you read something in the paper and the media spins it several hundred different ways. You always have three sides to a story, the media's side, "my" side, and the truth. By "my" side I mean the person the story is about. Watching the news is like watching a really bad horror/comedy/drama. It's not the complete truth. It's what's considered "their" truth, which is not the real story. We never seem to get the real story about anything. But then again what's real? We live in a world where we can't seem to tell the difference between what is real and what is fake. It's like what is real is supposedly so "boring" that it must be uped to appear more than what it is. Where is this little rant coming from? It comes from watching a young girl named Lindsay Lohan basically fall apart before our eyes. Everyone and their mother has an opinion on this whole story. But what it comes down to is this is a young girl clearly in trouble. Where the hell are her parents? Apparently they could less. Her mother would rather be her best friend then her mother. Her mother is a joke. She is just riding her daughters coat tails. This nothing more than a young girl who is going to wind up dead at a very young age because no one is willing to help her. No one is willing to step up and say "Enough!" She needs some serious rehab. And I don't mean some little thirty day stint. That is a joke. She needs to completly disappear and spend at least 6 months to a year in a rehab facility getting some serious therapy. Someone needs to give a damm about this girl instead of keeping their mouths shut and watching her self-destruct. Mark my words she is headed on a dangerous path and it is clear that her parents don't care. They care more about the fame and the money and getting nearly naked pics of them in a magazine (meaning her mother's spread in I think Vanity Fair). It's sick and twisted. Quit doing interviews about your daughter's problems and instead help your daughter before it's too late. What the hell is this world coming to? I am sick and tired of hearing about so and so getting wasted and arrested because some idiot let them go and party. This is girl is underage. It is illegal for anyone to serve this girl alcohol. But it is clear that these bars care more about money then they do about the fucking law. They would rather pay an UNDERAGE girl to come their bar and drink excessivily just so they can make a fucking dollar. No respects the law anymore. No one gives a damm if this chic gets into a car after drinking at their club that she was at because she was paid to be there, and gets into a wrecked and possibly kills herself or someone else. The sad thing is that maybe what it takes for these people to wake the fuck up and realize we need to protect these kids. It is going to take someone dying to get the point across. That is sad. This world is just becoming so sad. It's just sad and very unnecassary. Celebs treat rehab like a revolving door and it needs to stop. Treat it seriously and actually stay there beyond thirty days. You can't possibly cure anything in thirty days. It's a fucking joke. Grow the fuck up and take responsibilty for your actions. If you have to go to jail because you drove on a suspended license then go to jail and quit bitching about it. You broke the fucking law you should have to pay for it. You are nothing more than spoiled rich bitch you needs to be knocked down a few pegs and realize you are nothing more than a self-centered little bitch. GROW UP!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jamie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395482-3796158112300625772?l=destiny2161.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destiny2161.blogspot.com/feeds/3796158112300625772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395482&amp;postID=3796158112300625772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395482/posts/default/3796158112300625772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395482/posts/default/3796158112300625772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destiny2161.blogspot.com/2007/05/thinking-out-loud.html' title='Thinking Out Loud'/><author><name>jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06599549400528930188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395482.post-112819150255774137</id><published>2005-10-01T11:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T12:31:45.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilema</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;First off let me just say I'm okay and back home safe and sound. Okay enough about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a dilema. There this guy who I've know for a little over 3 years now and let's just say our relationship was far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;from platonic. Recently he got married and as a result we have had to end our communication with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The problem is we've gotten so close that it's difficult to not talk to him. I've managed to succeed these last few months and then we thought hurricane rita was going to hit my area and suddenly he contacts me because he was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;worried and wanted to know that I was okay. He lives in another state and heard it was suppose to hit the houston/galveston area which is where I live. It didn't but that's not the point. The point is he contacted me and now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;he wants to resume our previous relationship. I know I shouldn't because he's married but there is that part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;that really wants to hear his voice again and it's very tempting to just give in. I just don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jamie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395482-112819150255774137?l=destiny2161.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destiny2161.blogspot.com/feeds/112819150255774137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395482&amp;postID=112819150255774137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395482/posts/default/112819150255774137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395482/posts/default/112819150255774137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destiny2161.blogspot.com/2005/10/dilema.html' title='Dilema'/><author><name>jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06599549400528930188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395482.post-112431075843609349</id><published>2005-08-17T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T13:32:38.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;You know you're stressed when&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;1.Someone pays you a compliment and you take it as an insult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;2. Your boyfriend or girlfriend or spouse offers to cook dinner and you think they're insulting your cooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;3. You  pick a fight just for the sake of fighting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;4. Your partner offers to take the kids out to dinner ALONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;5. Your watching your favorite show and suddenly find your self yelling at the TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;6. You start cleaning your already clean house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;7. You start worrying over the simplest of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;8. You overhear a comment about someone and immediatly personalize it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;9. You turn into a crazed maniac over someone being just under 5mins late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;10. You find yourself creating more stress trying to get out of being stressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395482-112431075843609349?l=destiny2161.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destiny2161.blogspot.com/feeds/112431075843609349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395482&amp;postID=112431075843609349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395482/posts/default/112431075843609349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395482/posts/default/112431075843609349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destiny2161.blogspot.com/2005/08/stressed.html' title='Stressed?'/><author><name>jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06599549400528930188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395482.post-112416811527302035</id><published>2005-08-15T21:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T12:32:19.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A few years ago I went through a nasty break up that rocked my trust in others especially men for a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My now ex boyfriend lied and cheated on me. I found out later he was simply using me for one thing: sex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;All the sprew about loving me and wanting to spend the rest of his life with me turned out to be nothing but bullshit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I admit I was way too young to be in any kind of serious relationship and completely nieve at the time. I had gone through a depression several years before and this was the first guy that show any interest in me. I poured my heart out to him, big mistake. A friend of his told me later after we broke up that he had basically laughed to them about what I told him. When I found out he was cheating I of course confronted him and he procreeded to tell me some story about how it wasn't true and that this girl was jealous and wanted to cause trouble. I wanted to believe him but somehow I just knew he was lying. He told me so many lies that I don't think he knew what the truth was anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I defied my parents to date this guy and he turns around and stabs me in the back. All of a sudden I was back to my depression days. I felt useless. I was angry, sad, and hurt most of all. I had alot of emotions running through me and I just didn't know how deal with any of them. I think for awhile I was in denial. I couldn't believe that this had happened to me. I trusted this guy and in my mind I loved him. It took me a year to get over it but I did. I had support from family and friends who all said I was better off. They got me through a really tough year.I really believe that I deserve better now and I won't settle for less. I still have trust issues to this day but it's better than what it was. I've discovered not all men are scum and that there really are some nice guys out there. It wasn't easy but I think I am finally okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm older and more mature now and I realize now that I was in love with who I thought he was not who he really was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was young and stupid and I let some guy manipulate me when I was at a vulnerable state. I don't really talk about this much because I've put it behind me and I want it to stay where it belongs in the past.But I wanted to share this story and just have it out there. Although I will say I did have moments and sometimes still do that I could change the what happened but I can't. The only thing I can do is learn from it and move on. We've all had our hearts broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;at somepoint in our lives so I'm sure this isn't the first heartbroken story you're read and it probably won't be that last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;~Jamie~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395482-112416811527302035?l=destiny2161.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destiny2161.blogspot.com/feeds/112416811527302035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395482&amp;postID=112416811527302035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395482/posts/default/112416811527302035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395482/posts/default/112416811527302035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destiny2161.blogspot.com/2005/08/issues.html' title='Issues'/><author><name>jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06599549400528930188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395482.post-112414435514960423</id><published>2005-08-15T14:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T12:32:41.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I first heard of this whole blog thing I have to admit I thought it was a little crazy but now I really like the idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's like having an open journal where I can voice my opinion on just about anything. I recently purchased a CD called "Music for elevators". I know what you're all thinking why would anyone buy a cd with that title. I mean we all know elevator music is chessy stuff. The album is by Anthony Steward Head ( ex-Giles on Buffy The Vampire Slayer) and I just have to say that british men have the sexiest voice I have ever heard especially this guy. He was also on the male version of sex and the city in britian called "Manchild". I think he has a really good voice that just makes me melt and it doesn't hurt that he's gorgeous. Maybe it's the accent. I just love british accents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;~Jamie~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395482-112414435514960423?l=destiny2161.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destiny2161.blogspot.com/feeds/112414435514960423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395482&amp;postID=112414435514960423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395482/posts/default/112414435514960423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395482/posts/default/112414435514960423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destiny2161.blogspot.com/2005/08/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06599549400528930188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395482.post-112404658800835150</id><published>2005-08-14T11:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T12:33:06.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Late last year I read a book called "Dead on the Dance Floor" by Heather Graham. It's a romance/murder mystery novel. It's about this accomplished dancer Lara Trudeau who literaly drops dead while performing in a competition of what appears to a heart attack brought on by an overdose of booze and pills. But Miami cop Doug O'Casey suspects it was murder. He talks his brother Quinn, who used to a private investigator, to go undercover to see what's going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quinn dicovers everyone at Lara's dance studio "Moonlight Sonata" had more than hated Lara and anyone there may or may not have had a reason to see her gone. According to them Lara may have been a talented dancer but she was ruthless and didn't give a damm about anyone but herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He soon discovers a string of deaths do to overdoses in Miami. All of them women and when the owner of the dance studio becomes a target Quinn must protect her at all costs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What I loved about the book was you were never sure who the killer really was. Graham throws in some twists along the way and just when you think you have it all figured out another twist comes around. I won't give away the ending but I will say this. The killer is one you won't suspect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;~Jamie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395482-112404658800835150?l=destiny2161.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destiny2161.blogspot.com/feeds/112404658800835150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395482&amp;postID=112404658800835150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395482/posts/default/112404658800835150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395482/posts/default/112404658800835150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destiny2161.blogspot.com/2005/08/book-review.html' title='Book Review'/><author><name>jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06599549400528930188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395482.post-112404492919311100</id><published>2005-08-14T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T11:42:09.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Walk Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This is a rough draft of a song I'm writing. It's called "Don't Walk Away". It's still in it's rough stages so bear with me. ~Jamie~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You say I only tell you what I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You say I omit the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You say you wanna leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You say everything is too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You think the problems are too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;they can't be solved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;you want to leave rather work it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;that's your solution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But I'm here to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Don't walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;don't throw our love away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;don't make this mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;baby please don't walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I won't beg you to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I simply asking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Give it a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I know we can do this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Don't walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;don't throw love away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;don't make this mistake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;baby please don't walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395482-112404492919311100?l=destiny2161.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destiny2161.blogspot.com/feeds/112404492919311100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395482&amp;postID=112404492919311100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395482/posts/default/112404492919311100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395482/posts/default/112404492919311100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destiny2161.blogspot.com/2005/08/dont-walk-away.html' title='Don&apos;t Walk Away'/><author><name>jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06599549400528930188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395482.post-112395923060486201</id><published>2005-08-13T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T11:53:50.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Choices. We all make them. Ever wonder if some of the choices you made were right or wrong? Or if a choice you made that may have seemed insignificant at the time turned out to be life changing in more ways than one.Ever wonder if things would have turned out differently if you had made another choice? The choices we make may seem not important at the time but what if they were?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The reason I bring this up is i'm reading this book called "Choices" by Nancy Toder. It's about these two women who are college roomates, best friends and lovers. They embark on a romance and years later meet up by accident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Both begin question choices they've made through out there lives and wonder if their relationship was just a crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;or if was more and can they rekindle it? The book is about more than just discovering you could be gay. It's about self discovery and it tells the story of two people dealing with their relationship. And it anwsers the question "Can you ever really forget your first love?". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Jamie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395482-112395923060486201?l=destiny2161.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destiny2161.blogspot.com/feeds/112395923060486201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395482&amp;postID=112395923060486201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395482/posts/default/112395923060486201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395482/posts/default/112395923060486201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destiny2161.blogspot.com/2005/08/choices.html' title='choices'/><author><name>jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06599549400528930188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15395482.post-112395769571087268</id><published>2005-08-13T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T11:28:15.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting inside me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Everyone's heard of the saying "don't sweat the small stuff". They've even written a book with that title. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;i get that you shouldn't but why the hell can't you sweat the small stuff everyonce in a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;i get there are so many other things to worry about now so why would anyone want to worry about the small insignificant stuff. Cause if ya don't sometimes the so called "small stuff" can turn into the "big stuff". kinda like  making a mountain out of a moll hill. i'll stop with the dumb analogies now.  but seriously why shouldn't we worry over some small things if we want to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;life is about more than just the big stuff it's about the little insignificant stuff too.  so i guess the whole point of of my random babble is sweat the small stuff if you want. just remember it's small so don't make it bigger than it needs to be but still worry about it if ya want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;jamie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15395482-112395769571087268?l=destiny2161.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://destiny2161.blogspot.com/feeds/112395769571087268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15395482&amp;postID=112395769571087268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395482/posts/default/112395769571087268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15395482/posts/default/112395769571087268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://destiny2161.blogspot.com/2005/08/getting-inside-me.html' title='getting inside me'/><author><name>jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06599549400528930188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
