tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48987385911375905792011-07-31T03:00:43.335-07:00eanoreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898738591137590579.post-74050008597094976502009-12-01T08:31:00.000-08:002009-12-01T08:37:11.206-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JTBr0Wy8Uk/SxVGL0ciduI/AAAAAAAAADk/uKTstRQ51cU/s1600/neon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410307696226367202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JTBr0Wy8Uk/SxVGL0ciduI/AAAAAAAAADk/uKTstRQ51cU/s200/neon.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>these kind of things never bother me, cus i'm a local joke</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898738591137590579-7405000859709497650?l=iminthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>eanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898738591137590579.post-4510199944377115632009-11-30T19:31:00.000-08:002009-11-30T19:39:39.822-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JTBr0Wy8Uk/SxSP9VDXRtI/AAAAAAAAADc/LAELmNxmiGM/s1600/john.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410107336164853458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JTBr0Wy8Uk/SxSP9VDXRtI/AAAAAAAAADc/LAELmNxmiGM/s200/john.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>it really was. i could have been john cusack circa say anything or high fidelity. for real. i mean, drunk on her doorstep?<br /><br />ps. who quotes alien ant farm?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898738591137590579-451019994437711563?l=iminthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>eanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898738591137590579.post-28880843756472368412009-11-29T11:02:00.000-08:002009-11-29T11:08:12.908-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JTBr0Wy8Uk/SxLGET2aJTI/AAAAAAAAADM/vdk_dBglAUM/s1600/willly.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409603879775642930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JTBr0Wy8Uk/SxLGET2aJTI/AAAAAAAAADM/vdk_dBglAUM/s200/willly.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I guess I'm lucky she is new. she knows nothing about me, she knows no one around me.<br /><br />just another "accident waiting to happen".<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898738591137590579-2888084375647236841?l=iminthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>eanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898738591137590579.post-9292362255637028472009-11-02T14:27:00.000-08:002009-11-02T14:28:40.767-08:00i finally woke up with nothing to worry about today. it didn't matter anymore, but then she was asking me if i'd like to go sit on top of a mountain with her. we'd bring sandwiches<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898738591137590579-929236225563702847?l=iminthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>eanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898738591137590579.post-72043047957235028882009-10-27T20:30:00.000-07:002009-10-27T20:31:32.885-07:00imagine the most amazing person in the world who has every amazing quality and is far too attractive for you. imagine that same person loving you more than anything in the world. now imagine taking her heart and ripping it in half. i dare you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898738591137590579-7204304795723502888?l=iminthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>eanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898738591137590579.post-82598762300947985582009-10-26T13:14:00.000-07:002009-10-26T13:19:29.865-07:00weekend musings:<br /><br />1) i want my kids to grow up in a world where they don't have to worry about other people putting their mouths on public water fountains.<br />2) i can win the bet<br />3) the opposite of "if it ain't broke, don't fix it"<br />4) winter's here<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898738591137590579-8259876230094798558?l=iminthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>eanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898738591137590579.post-37679096802194017752009-10-12T21:04:00.000-07:002009-10-12T21:06:29.748-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JTBr0Wy8Uk/StP8vF8-1cI/AAAAAAAAADE/mY4GSopYb5E/s1600-h/pink.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391931064874620354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JTBr0Wy8Uk/StP8vF8-1cI/AAAAAAAAADE/mY4GSopYb5E/s200/pink.jpg" /></a> listen to pinkerton twice, and call me in the morning<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898738591137590579-3767909680219401775?l=iminthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>eanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898738591137590579.post-66706823777556534762009-10-12T14:24:00.000-07:002009-10-12T14:25:42.639-07:00no? there's always an answer<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898738591137590579-6670682377755653476?l=iminthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>eanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898738591137590579.post-8596116306541174612009-07-24T12:04:00.000-07:002009-07-24T12:07:52.460-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JTBr0Wy8Uk/SmoGg7Qj3EI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NF9l2ti1EwY/s1600-h/250px-Lando_WoSW.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JTBr0Wy8Uk/SmoGg7Qj3EI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NF9l2ti1EwY/s200/250px-Lando_WoSW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362105469070728258" /></a><br />maybe its just human nature, but people assume way too much. as if there's always some kind of easy explanation or way of justifying someones actions. you know that saying do what your heart says? that might be the lamest thing ever but its so true. gut feeling > *<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898738591137590579-859611630654117461?l=iminthegame.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>eanoreply@blogger.com0