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  <updated>2009-05-14T13:33:17Z</updated>
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    <title>tametheell @ 2009-05-14T09:24:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-14T13:33:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-14T13:33:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel like dancing today. Prancing around in a field with some playmates. All of us tougether. I miss Kansas so much. I cried yesterday listening to Who Could Win a Rabbit. This I started watching the Sound of Music. I dont know what it is, but ever since music class in elementary school I've loved watching that movie. The only musical I can stand. Maybe it's because I secretly wish I was a Austrian governess with a pixie cut and flawless vocals. Dunkin Dougnuts' coffee is gud. Real GUD. Going to work and filling out some paper work. I want to start training, right now. I hope it picks up. I'd love a paycheck before I graduate. Did I say that already?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tametheell:12685</id>
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    <title>courtney</title>
    <published>2009-05-07T13:24:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-07T13:24:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;I will admit to lurking over your old accounts. I miss you soo much. I didnt know you had a School Days aswell as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/tametheell/pic/0000d3yt/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="180" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/tametheell/pic/0000d3yt/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia was in my room the other day and saw the Frankenstien painting&amp;nbsp;and squeeled with excitment. Later in the car&amp;nbsp;she called me Aunt Coco, I was truely flattered.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:tametheell:12378</id>
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    <title>tametheell @ 2009-05-07T08:42:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-07T12:51:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-07T12:51:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Leila- Little Acorns</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/tametheell/pic/0000ce7q/"&gt;&lt;img height="205" width="320" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/tametheell/pic/0000ce7q/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its never been in my nature to forgive people for their actions, niether do I forget them. I usually accept them or completly ignore them, and I've broken that rule twice recently. I accepted Joe's behavior because I loved him, but my love obviously doesnt bring me his attention or affection. So now my choice is forgetting, something in need tog et back in touch with. I used to be great at completly blocking people out of my life, and it seems more and more I've become a sucker for the everpresent asshole in my life. Fuck your apathy.</content>
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    <title>Someone</title>
    <published>2009-05-01T12:52:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-01T12:52:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;please, get me this for graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bakonvodka.com/"&gt;http://www.bakonvodka.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Ashley, Julia and I went to to the arboretum. Julia took some&amp;nbsp;great pictures of Ashley that I'll post later. This weekend entails my learning how to drive a five speed, making a stuffed (animal, not taxidermy) fox for a project due on monday, and making use of the dress Sabrien lent me. Previously to this week I was planning on going to prom :( with Megan in her ma's Caddy, however she can't(?) I'm kind of pissed because I thought I would have a million and one ways to arrive for the chocolate fountain, however some unforeseen events have limited me to driving the '88 F150 to and fro. I think I'll buy myself&amp;nbsp;a Thai diner before and buy several Old E's for after. On a similar note, I am sick and fucking tired of smoking this fucking hay for the past week. Enormous quarter, allbymyselfffff. Ewk.</content>
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    <title>tametheell @ 2009-04-29T09:01:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-29T13:08:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-29T13:08:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;So I actually put some effort into my UNCG assignment this mornin'. And I'm okay with paying 3.75 for Dorals, because it's the week, and I'll need to save for this weekend. I'm glad a check Missbehave e'r'day cuz I always find something that makes me want to dress my cat up, or a squirrel if I had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bubblegumponys.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://bubblegumponys.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to need some Maxi mads. No.</content>
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    <title>buahaha</title>
    <published>2009-04-28T18:36:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-28T18:36:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i had pork tender loin for breakfast. smoked a bowl and ciggarette outside of zoology class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iluvuhighschul</content>
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    <title>tametheell @ 2009-04-28T08:26:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-28T12:42:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-29T13:09:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp; courtney I'll have RAW dye for you when you come back down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/tametheell/pic/0000br94/"&gt;&lt;img height="220" alt="" width="240" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/tametheell/pic/0000br94" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>tametheell @ 2009-04-20T08:59:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-20T13:21:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-20T13:21:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Today is my first day back from spring break.&amp;nbsp; Today is also the twentieth of April, and I am no longer high. By the time I get here I want another cigarette, and by the end of first period I am usually sleeping. I wish I had a car so I could leave during lunch and show back up high again for art. I'm so glad I dont have texting so I dont have to recieve those pointless chain texts wishing me a happy four-twenty. This year like every other at least one person asks me if I'm going to &lt;strike&gt;blaze &lt;/strike&gt;celebrate. Its so hard not to resent these naive kids that have no idea some people do it on the daily without turning into complete fiends &lt;strike&gt;everyone&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;certain individuals that dont smoke&amp;nbsp;bud portray us as. I think most people have no fucking clue what I do.</content>
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    <title>tametheell @ 2009-03-17T10:46:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-17T15:13:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-20T15:03:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;.FIRSTS.&lt;br /&gt;First best friend: Sascha Hoffman&lt;br /&gt;First car: '96 ford taurus that melissa just recently totalled&lt;br /&gt;First screen name: :(&lt;br /&gt;First self purchased album: Fever to Tell&lt;br /&gt;First funeral: Don Cannon&lt;br /&gt;First pets: lots of kittens&lt;br /&gt;First piercing/tattoo: Ears&lt;br /&gt;First musician you remember hearing in your house: probably the Eagles, my mom used to play their tunes on the piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.LASTS.&lt;br /&gt;Last car ride: schoolbusride&lt;br /&gt;Last kiss: Joe&lt;br /&gt;Last good cry: yesterday in the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;Last library book checked out: Greek Mythology&lt;br /&gt;Last movie seen: Moonstruck&lt;br /&gt;Last beverage drank: milk in my cereal&lt;br /&gt;Last food consumed: dry cereal&lt;br /&gt;Last crush: Joe/Frankie &lt;br /&gt;Last phone call: doctor's&lt;br /&gt;Last time showered: two hours ago&lt;br /&gt;Last shoes worn: fleamarket keds&lt;br /&gt;Last cd played: houses of the holy, for melissa friday night&lt;br /&gt;Last item bought: 12 pack o' Steel Reserve, two sparks and two packs of No.9&lt;br /&gt;Last annoyance: bloody urine&lt;br /&gt;Last disappointment: myself and these online classes&lt;br /&gt;Last time wanting to die: Saturday 2:15 pm&lt;br /&gt;Last time scolded: twice today&lt;br /&gt;Last shirt worn: big kahuna&lt;br /&gt;Last website visited: missbehavemag.com&lt;br /&gt;Last word you said: thanks&lt;br /&gt;Last song you sang: wawawa&lt;br /&gt;What color socks are you wearing? black&lt;br /&gt;What color of underwear are you wearing? blue&lt;br /&gt;What time did you wake up today? 5:45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to go? greensboro&lt;br /&gt;What is your career going to be? natural science&lt;br /&gt;Where are you going to live? in secret&lt;br /&gt;How many kids do you want? enough to do the plowing&lt;br /&gt;What kind of car(s): no airbags and horrible gas milage with crushed velvet interior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: hungery&lt;br /&gt;Current music: sung tongs&lt;br /&gt;Current taste: sweet&lt;br /&gt;Current hair: flat&lt;br /&gt;Current clothes: jeans and shirt&lt;br /&gt;Current annoyance(s): bad circulation&lt;br /&gt;Current desktop picture: Skool dunt futobukit&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/russiancakes/pic/000019re/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current book: Online classes&lt;br /&gt;Current color of toenails: chipped red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) - you've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) kissed a member of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;( X) kissed a member of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Japan&lt;br /&gt;() ridden in a taxi&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;(X ) been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;( X) snuck out of my parent's house&lt;br /&gt;(X) ever had a crush on someone of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;(X) had feelings for someone who didnt have them back&lt;br /&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;( ) made out with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;(X) stole something from my job&lt;br /&gt;( ) celebrated new years in time square&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;(X) had a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;( ) celebrated mardi-gras in new orleans&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Europe&lt;br /&gt;(X) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;( ) cut myself on purpose&lt;br /&gt;( ) been married&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;( ) had children&lt;br /&gt;( ) seen someone die.&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Africa.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Punched a friend&lt;br /&gt;( ) Driven over 400 miles to attend a show/festival&lt;br /&gt;( X) Been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;( X) Been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;( ) Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;( ) Thrown up in a bar&lt;br /&gt;( ) Purposely set a part of myself on fire&lt;br /&gt;(X) Eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;(X ) Been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;(XXXXXXXXXXX) Met someone in person from the internet&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been moshing at a concert&lt;br /&gt;( ) had real feelings for someone you knew only online&lt;br /&gt;(X) been in an abusive relationship&lt;br /&gt;( X) been pregnant or got someone pregnant&lt;br /&gt;(? ) lost a child&lt;br /&gt;(X) gone to college&lt;br /&gt;( ) graduated college, community&lt;br /&gt;( ) tried killing yourself&lt;br /&gt;(X) taken painkillers&lt;br /&gt;(X) love someone or miss someone right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIQUE --&lt;br /&gt;1. Nervous Habits? rubbing my ears, chewing skin of of the side of my thumbs&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you double jointed? no&lt;br /&gt;3. Can you roll your tongue? nhnnn&lt;br /&gt;4. Can you raise one eyebrow at a time? my left&lt;br /&gt;5. Can you blow spit bubbles? yes&lt;br /&gt;6. Can you cross your eyes? yes&lt;br /&gt;7. Tattoos? none&lt;br /&gt;8. Piercings and where? ears&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you make your bed daily? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- CLOTHES --&lt;br /&gt;10. Which shoe goes on first? whichever&lt;br /&gt;11. Speaking of shoes, have you ever thrown one at anyone? im sure i ahve before&lt;br /&gt;12. On the average, how much money do you carry in your wallet? quantities under 20&lt;br /&gt;13. What jewelry do you wear 24/7? one bracklet&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite piece of clothing? anything courtney ever gave me, and some new dresses&lt;br /&gt;-- FOOD --&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it? twirl&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever eaten Spam? ew&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite ice cream flavor? purple marble feces&lt;br /&gt;18. How many cereals in your cabinet? 5&lt;br /&gt;19. What's your favourite beverage? juice&lt;br /&gt;20. What's your favorite restaurant? China Garden, all you can eat sushi, yes please&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you cook? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- GROOMING --&lt;br /&gt;22. How often do you brush your teeth? once a day &lt;br /&gt;23. Hair drying method? none&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you ever colored/highlighted your hair? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- MANNERS --&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you swear? always&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you ever spit? sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE --&lt;br /&gt;27. Animal? all&lt;br /&gt;28. Food? sashimi&lt;br /&gt;29. Month? june&lt;br /&gt;30. Day? days i see friends&lt;br /&gt;31. Favorite Cartoon Character? meatwad&lt;br /&gt;32. Shoe Brand? hookworms are nice&lt;br /&gt;33. Subject in school? art&lt;br /&gt;34. Color? many tougether&lt;br /&gt;35. Sport? mus wrestling&lt;br /&gt;36. TV show? many i shouldnt name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT &amp;amp; AROUND --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. The CD player? i share on with my sister&lt;br /&gt;42. Person you talk most on the phone with? Joe&lt;br /&gt;43. Ever taken a cab? never have&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you regularly check yourself out in store windows and mirrors? sometimes, if i feel that im worth looking at&lt;br /&gt;45. What color is your bedroom? cream&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you use an alarm clock? on my phone&lt;br /&gt;47. Window seat or aisle? either&lt;br /&gt;-- LA LA LAND --&lt;br /&gt;48. What's your sleeping position? all over&lt;br /&gt;49. Even in hot weather do you use a blanket? thin blankets&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you snore? i drool&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you sleepwalk? once&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you talk in your sleep? sometimes&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? two&lt;br /&gt;54. How about with the light on? i like it really dark&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you fall asleep with the TV or radio on? i can sometimes, but usually, no&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>tametheell @ 2008-12-11T12:30:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-11T17:37:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-11T17:37:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I always seem to have an overbearing feeling in my life, and right now its my dated &lt;br /&gt;unemployment. Its not that i nessicarily feel that im a bum. I just i know i could be&amp;nbsp;enjoying so many other things right now. Is is shitty that i feel like money should fuel my social life? &amp;nbsp;i could leave my house and go to the craft store and make christmas presents. my lists&amp;nbsp;are listless, and i feel like a two year old laying around eating and sleeping. its raining like a bitch and im a 10 minute car ride to anywhere remotely interesting. and now that im bored with sitting in this spot, im going to go sit in another spot, like the stoop in my garage for a ciggarette, then my bed for a nap, then the mushroom chair and attempt at making something clever with my unused energy. i should probably maintain this a little better</content>
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    <title>tametheell @ 2008-03-03T14:21:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-03T19:32:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-03T19:32:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i probably should:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wash my car&lt;br /&gt;sell my car&lt;br /&gt;not blow my whole paycheck in one weekend&lt;br /&gt;not smoke ciggarettes until this cold is through&lt;br /&gt;do my school work&lt;br /&gt;do my bigass project&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;use my fabric&lt;br /&gt;sew something&lt;br /&gt;clean something&lt;br /&gt;paint&lt;br /&gt;bathe&lt;br /&gt;make my lunch for school tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muchmuch other shit i should be doing right now rather than sitting and hurting my back yacking on a site i lonly use every few months. i really need to do something about my car soon though. im pouring soooo much money in gas it's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;came home from school today and did absolutly NOTHING!! didnt see eric, and when i did have plans i forgot that everyone in hky is a flake and is afraid of people thinking that they give a shit about eachother and eachother's plans (including me). i want to move already. i want to move in with eric and have a nice job. i feel really hung down in hky. reallly fucking restricted to a small group of people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to have a three weeks project turned in by this week sometime. im not sure. i give a fuck, and i dont want to do bad. im just tired of communicating. im tired of dealing with things.. stupid fucking school. are you kidding me? school isnt as bad when yu have friends and everyone gets on your last nerve. i want to move. i&amp;nbsp;am going to get out of hickory soo fucking fast. fuck my job, fuck my school, my this house, fuck my family. i want to get away so bad. im tired of being so dependent on other shit. i work so i get money, i spend that money of owthless shit. then two weeks later i do the same shit over and over.whatever. im done for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wew</content>
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    <title>jesus fucking christ</title>
    <published>2007-04-26T22:12:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-26T22:12:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;thank you for my clitoris. what a wonderful fucking afternoon. i got served in the most gracious of ways. amazing. you should know.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>terror in the highstreets!</title>
    <published>2007-03-16T01:25:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-16T01:25:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So even more easter dress shopping because mother dearest doesnt think that the one i got at Goodwill with Courtney is nice enough. puhhh. yes, puhhh on mother dearest. And I made the grave mistake of going into Charlette Rousse after practice(without a shower) and aparently that store doesnt have air condioning yet, so super sticky-nasty while trying to look nice is those cheapass dresses none of which mom liked. I swear. Nothing accomplished.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow we have a game at Hickory, fucking dreading that shit because I know we'll loose. Tah. But at least I'll see my dad for once this week. I'm tired of typing. Time for Six Feet under..&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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