<?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-5311953</id><updated>2011-06-08T00:27:27.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter, Bitter</title><subtitle type='html'>Bad Body Odor, road trips and being reduced to a giggly teenage girl</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>RF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01892314360140329228</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>297</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-108805612534709492</id><published>2004-06-23T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T23:48:45.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been about three thousand years since I last posted anything, which I must say is absolutely pathetic.  Well, I suppose much has happened since I have returned from school, but nothing too exciting.  I have mostly just been hanging out with some people [and Jawas], helping my sister with her wedding stuff, and eating.  Oh, and some sleeping has been had.  I have had a temporary job for a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108805612534709492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108805612534709492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108805612534709492' title=''/><author><name>LaRaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972768126859622516</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-108490654741353959</id><published>2004-05-18T12:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T12:55:47.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I went to post yesterday, and it just didn't happen.ps-I don't have a computer anymore.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108490654741353959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108490654741353959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108490654741353959' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-108388906476557386</id><published>2004-05-06T18:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T18:22:04.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back in Ft. Collins. Avoiding unpacking. Feeling sad like i always do in summer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108388906476557386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108388906476557386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108388906476557386' title=''/><author><name>RF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01892314360140329228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-108299984553371499</id><published>2004-04-26T11:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T11:21:32.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saw AdrienneFace's doppelganger today. From the back, exact match, from the front, not as hot. Watched Hedwig and the Angry Inch in Theatre class today. Sang along and irritated many. Rawk.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108299984553371499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108299984553371499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108299984553371499' title=''/><author><name>RF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01892314360140329228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-108256818719398311</id><published>2004-04-21T11:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T11:27:31.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welp, I'm all registered for next semester. Good classes, all in all. Pretty much done with requirements which means I have all classes relating to my majors. Art and Anthropology classes are long, but none of them are on Fridays. yay!Listening to Getz/Gilberto and grooving to the bossa nova. Missing my bass clarinet. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108256818719398311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108256818719398311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108256818719398311' title=''/><author><name>RF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01892314360140329228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-108234158490286710</id><published>2004-04-18T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T20:30:21.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ouchfoodPerhaps I actuall am lactose intolerant.  Maybe there is a reason for me never drinking milk.  The sickness is killer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108234158490286710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108234158490286710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108234158490286710' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-108230937077847919</id><published>2004-04-18T11:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T11:33:26.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nick LacheymanlyFriday night, drag show, Newlyweds.  Diran and I dressed up as Nick Lachey and Jessica Simpson to raise money for the Denison International Students Association (DISA) at Relay for Life.  With the sickness voice, I sound even more manly.  People didn't recognize me.  Sadly, we did not win.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108230937077847919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108230937077847919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108230937077847919' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-108165839406095552</id><published>2004-04-10T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T22:44:28.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>farmlandfuturemomma made it out to my new home today. we were building the new outhouse. i don't know how pumped she was for it. i love working outside*munchies*(just got invited to drink, seriously not an alcoholic though, i promise)my mom and i need to find a place to eat tomorrow. i love momma. my posts suck. the end.love and sex,AdrienneFace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108165839406095552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108165839406095552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108165839406095552' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-108157665981045570</id><published>2004-04-09T23:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T00:04:41.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dance dance dancemotherfucking party machineI danced the night away, sans boyfrien', sad.  I hope I get to see him soon.  Every asshole left campus.  No one is left to meet my momma.  Mom met Chris tonight, he shot me a look of terror when she asked "why do you look familiar?"  She pursued his embarassment when she called him "Chris with the nice skin."  Yes, she actually did that.  It's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108157665981045570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108157665981045570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108157665981045570' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-108154790238135377</id><published>2004-04-09T15:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T16:02:06.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>awwwdarlingmom told me that my grandma wants me to marry a nice mexican boy, then she met Lalo. ha. we just got back from the store. i am actually going to a formal. even though i don't think it is THAT formal, i am wearing hardcore formal dress, and we just bought shoes and a purse. the surprise? the surprise is that i really got into it. yeah, pink purse and all. even had to point out what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108154790238135377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108154790238135377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108154790238135377' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-108153332042849582</id><published>2004-04-09T11:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T11:59:03.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BOO!Ha ha. Scared you. Didn't think I was coming back, did you. Well, haha. Rachelface is missing her friends very much right now. I wish I wasn't the only one sitting in the Fort for summer break. sad. sad. sad.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108153332042849582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108153332042849582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108153332042849582' title=''/><author><name>RF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01892314360140329228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-108147015024378785</id><published>2004-04-08T18:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T16:02:59.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>good planalwaysmomma is en route. she missed her connection. pat missed my message. i just got invited to drink a beer. i am going upstairs now.love and sex,AdrienneFace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108147015024378785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108147015024378785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108147015024378785' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-108131889735294551</id><published>2004-04-07T00:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T00:27:30.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>forgetting to posthabits are hard to come by when you are a nerdnot much to say, other than momma is coming thurday, and talked to the other mommas tonight. i miss all. i seem to have forgotten punctuation again. sorry blog sucks. times will change. homework will get done... sometime? the sky turns blue with traces of excellent.love and sex,AdrienneFaceps-i fucking smell, sorry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108131889735294551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108131889735294551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108131889735294551' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-108114134466953853</id><published>2004-04-04T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T23:06:02.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WoohottJordan and I bonded over realizing we have a crush on the same boy.  His name is Ted.  Jordan and I went to Lalo's party together, because we are going steady.   As Jordan got drunker, he pushed me on Ted more and more.  As a result, Ted kissed me.  Except it wasn't that good, since he kissed my forehead.  Later, I woke up in Ted's room.  Okay, that wasn't so cool either, since I was on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108114134466953853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108114134466953853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108114134466953853' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-108085651284909267</id><published>2004-04-01T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T15:01:07.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ATTACKnot of the killer tomatoesSomeone threw some pita bread out of a window.  It almost hit me.  A chunk was gone, it had been bitten.  Joe the bartender bought me (and Sarah and Medha) for $110 last night.  Will keep you updated.  I am not a whore.Love and Sex,AdrienneFace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108085651284909267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108085651284909267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108085651284909267' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-108084103740587877</id><published>2004-04-01T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T10:40:50.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yo yo.  So, I've had three tests, one project, and a really annoying book to read this week.  Do I care about Montejo fighting in Cuba?  Do I care that he had sex with animals in the woods?  Okay, maybe that was interesting, but other than that I have found for the first time that I wish to burn a book.  Just kidding.I enjoyed the picture of you and Penis.  Luckily no one this year has thought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108084103740587877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108084103740587877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108084103740587877' title=''/><author><name>LaRaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972768126859622516</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-108071539209049596</id><published>2004-03-30T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T23:48:15.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Representfor da ladies?Okay, so I dressed up basically as a hoochie-cowgirl to surprise Lauren for her birthday.  Tess came as some sort of Miami Beach/Nun combination.  So we went over and gave her some less than new presents.  I got asked if I was a lesbian AGAIN.  Always looking away from the penis.  I seem to get that wrong all the time...Love and Sex,AdrienneFace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108071539209049596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108071539209049596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108071539209049596' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-108062193191225284</id><published>2004-03-29T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T21:49:24.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mastered the FutureI win... againSo here's how it is planned to drop: Cinema major, Psychology/Studio Art minorI will cut you, bitchassho.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108062193191225284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108062193191225284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108062193191225284' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-108059829909501589</id><published>2004-03-29T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T15:16:08.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Disastrous Choiceswhat the fuck happened?Having just finished a half hour phone conversation with the ex-felon, I feel like dating boys should no longer be an option in my life.  I'm not saying that girls are the answer, either.  What I am trying to say is that the relationships in my life should probably be limited to friendships and the like.  I am pretty sure he told me that AJ (Jen's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108059829909501589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108059829909501589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108059829909501589' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-108058544927832728</id><published>2004-03-29T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T11:41:02.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shitty TasteGetting dressedCan I tell you that overalls are like my new most favorite thing?  Okay, I guess I already told you, but it isn't totally true, I like lots of things.  Brady-thanks so much for the Sun, I am quite addicted.  I just found out that Mr. David Bowie (aka-Gramps) is coming to C-bus in May, and I think I will be living here this May.  Sounds like a recipe for awesome.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108058544927832728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108058544927832728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108058544927832728' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-108042840987065575</id><published>2004-03-27T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T16:03:38.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lameass DreamI can't believe this actually came from my mindOkay, so I seriously had this dream last night in which Hott Senior said to me: "It's okay, we can hang out some other time.  You're always free to drink in my bed."  How fucked up is that?  It's blatantly obvious that I am not skilled enough to be a writer of any sort.  And who actually drinks in bed?  What the fuck?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108042840987065575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108042840987065575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108042840987065575' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-108033392152978455</id><published>2004-03-26T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T13:58:32.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome BackKotterSince I haven't cleaned my room all semester and have nothing else to do, it is time to commence posting back in the good ol' place.ummm... A lot has kind of changed since the kids who read this have seen me, so I don't really know what to say. I'm taking requests.Something that sucks: I somehow managed to miss ImaRobot 3 times last week, and am missing them again at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108033392152978455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108033392152978455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108033392152978455' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-108027682412903373</id><published>2004-03-25T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T21:57:09.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey Peetie,Yargh mate.  I am living in Fort Collins this summer.  Yes yes, I know...I am really getting out in the world.  Oh, I am an excellent stalker.  I was watching you during your entire break, I just thought I would let you live in peace for a bit longer until I strike.  I am boring.  Goodnight mate. The Rio dude was this German who I knew.  He is in Germany.  I think he was on drugs at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108027682412903373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/108027682412903373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108027682412903373' title=''/><author><name>LaRaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972768126859622516</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107999688783261848</id><published>2004-03-22T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T16:12:10.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(my spring break just ended. damn. you did not do a good job of stalking. we need new post-things. where are you living in the summer? i promise try and post more and update and such, if i feel like it. ps-who is this rio fellow?)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107999688783261848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107999688783261848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#107999688783261848' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107885390645786843</id><published>2004-03-09T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T10:41:29.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PeetieI usually go back to the Fort on the weekends, because everyone leaves the sewer infested Greeley.  I used to sail in the sewer until a mutated alligator threatened to take my last eye.  No good.  When is your spring break?  I'll stalk you.Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107885390645786843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107885390645786843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107885390645786843' title=''/><author><name>LaRaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972768126859622516</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107795157908978036</id><published>2004-02-27T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T00:02:27.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one eye?where are you now?so there's this kid who went to rocky and he is in my next-door neighbour's room right now. the fort ass is centered in this basement right here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107795157908978036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107795157908978036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107795157908978036' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107695470671975366</id><published>2004-02-16T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T11:08:33.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bonjour.  Spent the weekend confused.  I don't remember much.  Perhaps it was the drug induced high.  I love having ghetto connections.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107695470671975366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107695470671975366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107695470671975366' title=''/><author><name>LaRaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972768126859622516</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107565154715843291</id><published>2004-02-01T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T09:08:01.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>get outta da wayit's fun shopping for aniso saturday? fucking marvelous. somehow i ended up on the concert committee (thanks amanda and d-sak). on said concert committe i ended up working security for the ani difranco concert. while working security, i got to be around during sound check. i believe i was the first person to have seen her. went grocery shopping for mrs. difranco. also, got to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107565154715843291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107565154715843291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107565154715843291' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107548902022533568</id><published>2004-01-30T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T11:59:11.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Electroclash Songdoot doot doot doot doot...Hey hey hey hey RobotsRobots robot sex glitterdoot doot doot dootCan you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it?The robots the robots the robotsdoot doot doot doot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107548902022533568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107548902022533568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107548902022533568' title=''/><author><name>RF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01892314360140329228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107453287762645936</id><published>2004-01-19T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T10:23:14.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>time warpwe here celebrate mlk jr.'s b-day on the 26thfirst day of classes, done. rock. funny, my mwf classes can take the place of my workout. start day at home on top of hill - first class practically in town way down the hill - next class at very top of hill, on the fourth floor, no less - last class even further down the hill than my first class - then back on up over the crest of the hill</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107453287762645936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107453287762645936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107453287762645936' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107441018096754467</id><published>2004-01-18T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T00:18:16.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>doodoohung out with bands that rocked most of my bad body odor offi love it here. i love it so much. but i actually am a bit sad right now. fucking hell, maybe it isn't c-rado's fault after all. oh no wait, it's that whole being ignored factor. fuckass.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441018096754467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441018096754467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107441018096754467' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107410660161208813</id><published>2004-01-14T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T11:58:31.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grr...the first couple of days of classes suck. However, things are looking up, as I didn't get into math (so disappointing) and am now in theatre and art. I rock. Theatre teacher is funny and smart! He likes to compare Shakespeare and South Park in a Mr. Hanky the Christmas Poo voice. Spectacular. Jupiter is making a riot grrl out of me. I recieved Le Tigre, Bikini Kill and Sleater-Kinney cds </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107410660161208813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107410660161208813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107410660161208813' title=''/><author><name>RF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01892314360140329228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107402626125205145</id><published>2004-01-13T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T13:39:30.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My love's birthday.   We are going to elope.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107402626125205145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107402626125205145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107402626125205145' title=''/><author><name>LaRaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972768126859622516</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107391895352714906</id><published>2004-01-12T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T07:51:00.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ha, my roommate used the bathroom.  God damn typing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107391895352714906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107391895352714906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107391895352714906' title=''/><author><name>LaRaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972768126859622516</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107391893894732180</id><published>2004-01-12T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T07:50:46.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First day of classes suck.  My used our bathroom aread from 6:30 until 8...leaving me with little time to do much of anything.Such is life.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107391893894732180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107391893894732180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107391893894732180' title=''/><author><name>LaRaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972768126859622516</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107364079870925492</id><published>2004-01-09T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T02:35:01.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damn, forgot about elvis' birthday for the first time EVER. atleast i saw many loverly pictures of him. oh well, off to michigan...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107364079870925492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107364079870925492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107364079870925492' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107441358351589489</id><published>2004-01-07T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T01:15:14.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sexy sexy (so necessary)why is c-rado cold now? i mean, it's never cold, and now i can't stop shivering for the life of me. shivering so much it HURTS. fuckass. cockass.something cool needs to go down before michigan time. also, thinking of a good way to disrupt mass on my birthday, maybe tell g-ma i am pregnant?i really should learn how to sleep.oh shit, forgot to tell you about magic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441358351589489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441358351589489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107441358351589489' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107441353127022078</id><published>2004-01-06T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T01:14:22.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>has anyone seen one-aye?why is every person EVER in cold mountain? (natalie portman, philip seymore hoffman, 28 days later, donald sutherland, jack fucking white, mom on some show, plus lots of people whose names are currently forgotten) tonight is one of those times when i thank heaven that i went to the movie with emily. otherwise, if i were any of the other people in the audience, i would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441353127022078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441353127022078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107441353127022078' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107441332107792977</id><published>2004-01-06T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T01:12:24.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>main attractionmom: 'your hair looks more curly, and really shiny. what did you do to it?'me: 'i washed it.'houses where fellowship is held always seems to feel like a welcoming home; the families are so friendly. about ten years ago, my family went to fellowship at the house of one of dad's college buddies. ten years ago i was convinced that i was going to get famous through playing guitar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441332107792977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441332107792977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107441332107792977' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107441305137195766</id><published>2004-01-03T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T01:07:34.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>end of the three year stinthigh school was over for me long ago. fort collins was a thing of the past. all it took was a few people to ruin it. these past few days helped. i finally remembered who matters.tonight marked the last bettie's defect show i will ever experience. i don't know why it matters, but it made me feel all warm inside. i know they didn't play their best, but it just doesn't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441305137195766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441305137195766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107441305137195766' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-10730334104840864</id><published>2004-01-02T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T01:51:44.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yaT! ya!T I can blog again. I have to press control button while i click. hmm...multi-tasking. anyway, umm...no else seems to like this blog any more. P.S. I found him! (in T.G.S voice)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/10730334104840864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/10730334104840864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#10730334104840864' title=''/><author><name>RF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01892314360140329228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107441299900026255</id><published>2004-01-01T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T01:12:54.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what a great way to endwhere should i go?considering i probably can't go to michigan now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441299900026255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441299900026255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107441299900026255' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107441290217795548</id><published>2003-12-31T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T01:04:23.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>holy molycould someone please periodically remind me to study and such? i think that would be a nice change. oh, and also it may help to bring up the fact that i have a scholarship that must be kept.i can't wait to rock in the new month... of february, that is.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441290217795548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441290217795548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107441290217795548' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107441277063635723</id><published>2003-12-30T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T01:01:25.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>are you gonna be my girl?fuck the dentist. just fuck it. who needs teeth, anyway?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441277063635723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441277063635723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107441277063635723' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107441253080090938</id><published>2003-12-28T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T00:58:49.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fucki shouldn't have deleted that fuck list, i should have added to it.or maybe....i love your mum,i love you,love, xhandsomepetex</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441253080090938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441253080090938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107441253080090938' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107441233181539336</id><published>2003-12-27T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T00:59:37.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so soft, not soggyi have finally entered the world of high school...today i got a formal dress, and it isn't made of duct tape and camouflage. now just where in the hell am i going to wear it?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441233181539336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441233181539336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107441233181539336' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107441792577053861</id><published>2003-12-26T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T02:27:20.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...and your eyes are dimdon't stay up even mildly late doing nothing, kids. you end up taking pictures of you eyes and hair that end up all shades of blurry. also, battery begins to die. overall, nothing was accomplished.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441792577053861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441792577053861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107441792577053861' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107441788260821672</id><published>2003-12-25T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T02:26:37.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damned english language"you note it" sounds an awful lot like "you know tit"what would happen if this got confused in conversation? i may think that you are introducing me to your nice new friend, tit. that would be hott.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441788260821672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441788260821672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107441788260821672' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107441781509911204</id><published>2003-12-24T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T02:25:30.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>love actuallyso, hugh grant dancing is still super-great. why is it that a lame-ass dance sequence can make me a chick-flick fan? why is everything hyphenated, including my mom's name (bun-a)?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441781509911204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441781509911204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107441781509911204' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107441776210535133</id><published>2003-12-24T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T02:24:37.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shit dawg, i think i will have nightmares about chucky tonightwhilst leaving ihop, we noticed that the giant white truck with "In Memory..." writing all over had a fucked-up form of anti-theft device: muthafukkin chucky doll, complete with knife, staring us down in the parking lot.apparently, that dick can make me scream bloody murder.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441776210535133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107441776210535133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107441776210535133' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107208166857566565</id><published>2003-12-22T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T01:29:07.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mwhahaha...we're hanging out watching Lotr:TTT right now. lml and AF are goofs. They said I should blog and I am, but I have nothing to say.Where's my boyfriend...(in team girl sqad voice)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107208166857566565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107208166857566565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107208166857566565' title=''/><author><name>RF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01892314360140329228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107194160908021179</id><published>2003-12-20T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T10:34:46.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>packing...goodbye fair granville, hello stinky colorado.so, my campus is like a ghost town with people living in it. good friend shelby just went to work, she is not coming back ever. i will miss her. i really should get back to packing and such, but i have a warning: if yous guys don't keep me occupied over christmas break, i will be leaving colorado VERY early. hell, i wasn't even going to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107194160908021179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107194160908021179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107194160908021179' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107177665743042958</id><published>2003-12-18T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T12:45:31.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thanks for helping me, now i may be spending less time in colorado.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107177665743042958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107177665743042958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107177665743042958' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107169655006181575</id><published>2003-12-17T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T14:30:23.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mmm....12:01a showing of return of the king. crocheting whilst we wait. the satisfaction of knowing that those lovlies in colorado will be starting the show when mine is almost over. i love est.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107169655006181575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107169655006181575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107169655006181575' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107145792140795355</id><published>2003-12-14T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T20:30:32.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finals suck. take a vacation.Here are some disturbing links, too.PS vacation has two links</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107145792140795355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107145792140795355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107145792140795355' title=''/><author><name>RF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01892314360140329228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107124025055692968</id><published>2003-12-12T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T07:45:17.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fuck yes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107124025055692968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107124025055692968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107124025055692968' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107116865978560464</id><published>2003-12-11T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T11:54:43.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>awww...i really don't want to leave ohio, at all. please finals, never ever ever come. does anyone want to go on a road trip?        love,           Juliettep.s.- i think i have found a candidate for the lanky boys site. el capitan has told me of his life-long aspirations to be "lanky" and now he is just that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107116865978560464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107116865978560464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107116865978560464' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107112030919007623</id><published>2003-12-10T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T22:26:13.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey.  Finals suck.  And so does Handsome Pete.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107112030919007623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107112030919007623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107112030919007623' title=''/><author><name>LaRaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972768126859622516</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107110325327063035</id><published>2003-12-10T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T17:41:57.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your mom's house, hobag.Anyway, RF just finished laughing a lot. Our little Rivers is one of VH1's Most Elligible Bachelors in Rock. Tee Hee. Wonder if he knows?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107110325327063035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107110325327063035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107110325327063035' title=''/><author><name>RF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01892314360140329228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107109393941169437</id><published>2003-12-10T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T15:06:44.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>your mom's house.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107109393941169437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107109393941169437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107109393941169437' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107109183055807948</id><published>2003-12-10T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T14:31:34.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AdrienneFace is a bigger NerdFace. YAT! Indees!The Blow rock and so does the Little Sally Tutorial.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107109183055807948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107109183055807948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107109183055807948' title=''/><author><name>RF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01892314360140329228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107104056071682301</id><published>2003-12-10T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T00:17:04.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RachelFace is a NerdFace.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107104056071682301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107104056071682301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107104056071682301' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107085782733023893</id><published>2003-12-07T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T21:34:50.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh captain, my captainnerdy literary reference so i don't actually have to come out and say iti am so tired, never really went to sleep last night. i think i will actually go to be early at night instead of the usual early in the morning crap. yeah, feels good to realize that nothing really needed to get done this weekend.i love.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107085782733023893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107085782733023893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107085782733023893' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107057545731152741</id><published>2003-12-04T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T15:05:19.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here I am. I know, I know. You missed me. I was taken to a secret lab and turned into a mod robot. I am now MODBOT 2.0. You may notice that I am now similar to a Britsh spy from 1965. She was MODBOT 1.0. I am the new improved MODBOT. If there are any questions, feel free to ask and I will answer you by burning your teeth down to nubs with my laser vision.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107057545731152741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107057545731152741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107057545731152741' title=''/><author><name>RF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01892314360140329228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107035800737035639</id><published>2003-12-02T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T02:41:00.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now that i am the only person in the lab, i have successfully drank water, found a cat in the hat toy (can't steal it, this is a good school -- instead i moved it so that someone will be able to tell that i found it and had some enjoyment from the finding),  zoned out, and gotten freaked out by my own reflection. rock and roll, computer lab.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107035800737035639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107035800737035639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107035800737035639' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107034890941954357</id><published>2003-12-02T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T00:09:22.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the [brian] fellows computer lab is almost emptyfirst time for everything, i guessbut seriously dude on computer around the corner, it's 2:03a, stop playing computer solitare and go to bed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107034890941954357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107034890941954357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107034890941954357' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107029902280692881</id><published>2003-12-01T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T10:17:55.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am not sure if any of you guys were close to him, but I thought I would let you know anyways.  Kevin Iyer died Saturday.   He was  really funny guy and cool friend.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107029902280692881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107029902280692881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107029902280692881' title=''/><author><name>LaRaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972768126859622516</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107015405980227625</id><published>2003-11-29T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T18:01:50.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if i leave here tomorrow...freebird!so, i have been successful in seeing everyone i had hoped to see, i think. funny, i was completely right, this fort ass has really brought me down. i feel like i am going to cry, maybe there is something in the water...this isn't healthy. too bad i will never grow up, i will be back in three weeks. this life has fallen into confusion, the worst sin. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107015405980227625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107015405980227625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107015405980227625' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-107004942009756617</id><published>2003-11-28T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T12:57:48.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear colorado,fuckyou fuckyou fuckyou.sincerely,AdrienneFace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107004942009756617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/107004942009756617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107004942009756617' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106972943704140128</id><published>2003-11-24T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T20:04:40.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So.  I am going to kick Handsome Pete's ass.  Why?  Don't scare me like that!  Do you think you can just tap on my head in the middle of a play and not let me know about it?  Just kidding.  I am tired. Good seeing you again and stay off the drugs and alcohol.  You never know what your liver may be going through.Yeah.Rock on!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106972943704140128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106972943704140128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106972943704140128' title=''/><author><name>LaRaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972768126859622516</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106955025155080287</id><published>2003-11-22T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T18:19:41.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, my friend jessie is usually just as big of a goof as me, but i think she won the contest with these two links. Lanky Boys and Only Undies Club. This guy is my favourite.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106955025155080287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106955025155080287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106955025155080287' title=''/><author><name>RF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01892314360140329228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106953983294917206</id><published>2003-11-22T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T15:37:36.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's snowing! Yay! The only bad thing about snow is that it is now cold as fuck. However, hot chocolate and vodka party tonight. We're going to watch "The Devil in Mrs. Jones." I guess that we now have weird seventies porn night once a week now. Fun times in Boulder.P.S. How weird is this? What other porn has souvenirs?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106953983294917206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106953983294917206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106953983294917206' title=''/><author><name>RF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01892314360140329228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-10693996404920992</id><published>2003-11-21T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T00:28:42.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is AdrienneFace still in high school?what?why oh why is life so unsmooth. so there i was, minding my own biz-nass, talking to captain adorable, when foreign excahnge student joe (really not foreign, from ohio) walks in, walks up to us and says "so i just wanted to say that you guys should hook up" and walked out. so if this were any other boy in the world i would make a smooth joke about it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/10693996404920992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/10693996404920992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#10693996404920992' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106929076932966178</id><published>2003-11-19T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T18:13:25.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know how often you guys watch TV, I don't except on Sunday nights when I eat at Farrand and watch the Simpsons. Anyway, there's a commercial for either I-pod or I-tunes where it's all bright colors and cool dancing. Needless to say, I'm memorized. Plus, the song played in the background rocks. It's by this band and it's called "Are You Gonna Be My Girl?" So, check ot out, dance in your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106929076932966178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106929076932966178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106929076932966178' title=''/><author><name>RF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01892314360140329228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106928112314069169</id><published>2003-11-19T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T15:32:38.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i just want my own room.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106928112314069169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106928112314069169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106928112314069169' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106925966870809067</id><published>2003-11-19T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T09:35:04.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah.  Feeling Like An Idiot.This is nothing from the usual.  I usually feel like an idiot, especially when I start essays three hours before they are due, or when I never study for tests.  But I also feel like an idiot because I haven't posted for a long time.  Hell, even Legolas turned gray.  That's a damn shame.I decided I am going to write a lot about nothing.  Last weekend I went to a "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106925966870809067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106925966870809067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106925966870809067' title=''/><author><name>LaRaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10972768126859622516</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106902455269856819</id><published>2003-11-16T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T16:16:24.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>School completly sucks and it is kicking me in my ass. As a result, I'm using this five minutes of free time I have to post. Don't you feel lucky? You should. The Alice in Wonderland porn was delightful with funny sing-a-longs and a british mad-hatter. Tee-hee. So how's everything? If anybody is lonely and loves me they should IM me as I have given into the madness and downloaded instant </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106902455269856819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106902455269856819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106902455269856819' title=''/><author><name>RF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01892314360140329228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106900482565477295</id><published>2003-11-16T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T10:47:29.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lesson learnedeven though your radio show was cancelled, don't go out drinking - remember that your stomach had hurt all day long.so i met boy from fort collins last night, yay! funny how people automatically assume that we are friends now, but if we were back in high school our groups would shun us for hanging out. "no mixing of colorado and ohio" that's what i say.so my friend is going to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106900482565477295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106900482565477295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106900482565477295' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106891741857687118</id><published>2003-11-15T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T10:31:09.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aimi estomago!so i don't have anything to say. this blog seems so neglected, i don't know what to do with it. perhaps it is time to take it out to the field and shoot it.on a lighter note: it you are in fort collins right now, go to mama's pottery sale! she said that if any of my friends go she will give them an ornament (as if you didn't have enough already). yeah, so, do that. if you don't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106891741857687118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106891741857687118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106891741857687118' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106875062764969980</id><published>2003-11-13T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T12:19:02.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>funny turkswho names a country after food?today, at lunch, i was sitting across the way from my turkish buddies. we were in the small quiet room, so i could hear their conversation. as soon as the non-turkish speakers left their table, they began to speak turkish. once again, i decided to be an asshole and ask them to speak in english seeing as how this is america. apparently Mete had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106875062764969980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106875062764969980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106875062764969980' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106862418046536502</id><published>2003-11-12T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T01:03:26.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>odd daythat tuesday wasso i met my childhood hero, the ultimate warrior. he's pretty cool. it was weird seeing the guy i used to sleep with in real life as opposed to the wrestling buddy form of which i knew him.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106862418046536502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106862418046536502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106862418046536502' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106858508002217890</id><published>2003-11-11T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T14:11:45.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's a windy windy day. I bought a pixies shirt and it's warm and happy. Yay! Tonight is softcore porn night. Jessie, Ashleigh, myself and CJ are going to rent an X-rated musical version of Alice in Wonderland. I'm shivering with flavor.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106858508002217890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106858508002217890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106858508002217890' title=''/><author><name>RF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01892314360140329228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106840373495570925</id><published>2003-11-09T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T11:49:17.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AdrienneFace had a fun night doing nothingit's kind of fun watching her friends nurse hangovers-haso chani straightened my hair last night, the first time it has ever been straight. who would have known it is actually smooth?first reaction: i look like a hippie</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106840373495570925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106840373495570925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106840373495570925' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106833532689103100</id><published>2003-11-08T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T14:03:07.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AdrienneFace just watched that new matrix moviemmm... return of the king previewi don't really know what i think about it, RachelFace, but i do know that i am a bit upset that there weren't more scenes that took place in the matrix, i really like those the most. mostly i was to awestruck about being in a movie theatre again, especially when i only recognized one movie whose preview we saw.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106833532689103100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106833532689103100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106833532689103100' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106827611213288552</id><published>2003-11-08T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T00:33:50.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>make the sickness go awaypleaseso my roommate just got home. the place already smells like vomit and cigarettes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106827611213288552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106827611213288552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106827611213288552' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106814702825628548</id><published>2003-11-06T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T12:27:42.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RF saw the Matrix Revolutions last night. I'm not too happy. If you want my full opinion, I will send you an e-mail, but I'm just in too bad a mood to get into it on this post. Boys are dumb and mean.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106814702825628548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106814702825628548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106814702825628548' title=''/><author><name>RF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01892314360140329228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106813258533838899</id><published>2003-11-06T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T08:30:03.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ummm...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106813258533838899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106813258533838899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106813258533838899' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106813245282757616</id><published>2003-11-06T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T09:05:22.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wednesday night is a movie nightdamned brain.so tonight i managed to watch two, count 'em two movies. ironically, the one for class was just about the most fucked-up thing i have ever seen (re-animator). the other, based on a true story, was french and beautifully done (lumumba).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106813245282757616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106813245282757616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106813245282757616' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106807105528599884</id><published>2003-11-05T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T15:25:16.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AdrienneFace: offended?so now the damn google search says "stripping humiliation." what? are you crazy, google? i never said i was humiliated. being a stripper was a choice we all made, together. LaRaine, RachelFace, and AdrienneFace - what a fine triple bill, eh? and who can shake their fist at a job that helps to keep all of our babies (and their daddies) clothed in the finest helmut lang </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106807105528599884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106807105528599884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106807105528599884' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106797757585342412</id><published>2003-11-04T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T13:29:18.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally, spam does something goodso i just received a spam e-mail titled "cut off your nose to spite your face ............... jkcyquxsqvi" (of course i couldn't read the "jkcyquxsqvi" since aol has that  neat-o feature where you cannot read the whole subject line). too bad the e-mail address was fake, or i definitely would have replied and congratulated them on such an original title. even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106797757585342412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106797757585342412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106797757585342412' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106789785030355106</id><published>2003-11-03T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T16:25:05.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ironysaturday night, boy and i ... sunday night, former felon kind of asked me out, againmy roommate is playing the song that makes me sad, also ironic.just funny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106789785030355106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106789785030355106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106789785030355106' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106789600078856581</id><published>2003-11-03T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T14:46:55.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mwahaha! I just called AF in her dorm but she wasn't there and I didn't leave my number. Ha HA! Try to get in contact with me now! Just remember the awesomeness that is Tod Holton, Super Green Beret!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106789600078856581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106789600078856581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106789600078856581' title=''/><author><name>RF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01892314360140329228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106784323325007459</id><published>2003-11-03T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T00:08:30.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AdrienneFace forgot to tell you about funny halloween incidenceAdrienneFace: walks into Dollywood's room where she sees a few friends, and a boy in a wig hey everyone, how are you?group: well we were just okay, but now that you are here we are doing super-dandy!AdrienneFace: hey thanks guys, good to know i'm loved!group: yeah, we really do love you, lots!boy with wig: oh, i like your skirt,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106784323325007459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106784323325007459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106784323325007459' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106783774376137700</id><published>2003-11-02T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T22:35:57.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this will be the end of the worldreally? hmmm...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106783774376137700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106783774376137700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106783774376137700' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106783521861122582</id><published>2003-11-02T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T22:02:35.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BwahahahaFound by RF on a cool October evening in the hall of her dorm."You are too dumb to get this!I will speak thus, of a world and not a letter.Masturbating boy's are not my symbol, just co-conspirators.If God is dead, where is his corpse? Consider this...God was never alive!We have been tricked.Order is not decaying. Don't ask me to explain the ideas that you have come to believe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106783521861122582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106783521861122582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106783521861122582' title=''/><author><name>RF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01892314360140329228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106779562165254429</id><published>2003-11-02T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T10:53:54.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh my sweet shiti don't even know where to begin explaining just what the fuck happened this weekend. maybe i will try later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106779562165254429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106779562165254429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106779562165254429' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106767648614980893</id><published>2003-11-01T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T01:51:24.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>because AdrienneFace knows that you are on the edge of your seatmy costume was titled: housewife-whore who died while having sex with the poolboy, in the pool.too bad my friend, justin, figured out he was silent bob halfway through the night, he wanted me to be his jay. we have decided on some movie-themed days to fill up our otherwise boring saturdays.also: got to see both freaks and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106767648614980893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106767648614980893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106767648614980893' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106756509463658339</id><published>2003-10-30T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T18:51:44.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>apparently people in central ohio are ahead of the timesthey trick or treated tonightso i still don't know what will happen tomorrow... i have the cowboy shirt, meatloaf shirt, 1970s fast food shirt, and a psuedo-schoolgirl skirt. what the hell can i make of that?i forgot what the point of this was going to be.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106756509463658339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106756509463658339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106756509463658339' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106748276875776969</id><published>2003-10-29T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T19:59:34.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>indeed. I really have nothing to say. Umm...I'm 19 now, so that's fun. Other than that, nothing special is happening. Just a load of the same. bah. I wish I was Trogdor.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106748276875776969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106748276875776969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106748276875776969' title=''/><author><name>RF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01892314360140329228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311953.post-106738524492570924</id><published>2003-10-28T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T16:54:46.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you're too young for thatis AdrienneFace really old fashioned?18 is too young to move in with your boyfriend of four months. it's just asking for trouble. and you wonder why your parents are divorced...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106738524492570924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5311953/posts/default/106738524492570924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitterbitter.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106738524492570924' title=''/><author><name>AdrienneFace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08089597778040962008</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></entry></feed>
