<?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-14832690</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:28:35.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mjsblaghblaghblagh</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjsblaghblaghblagh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14832690/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjsblaghblaghblagh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dryblown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00951425942274116034</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14832690.post-112557189468954738</id><published>2005-05-01T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T12:03:57.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>man, i had a great writing session last night. i was possessed by the pen. and yes, it was way better than the crap i put down on this blog. the consequence of all that writing action is that i stayed up until two in the morning - but that's primarily when my best writing occurs. oh, well. the pin on my handbag in the picture below pretty much says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks-stuffin' is coming up a week from today and i thought i'd just go ahead and get all the thanks &amp; gratitude out now while i'm in the mood. next week could be a whole different story. i am feeling sentimental enough to do this now. try to keep the vomit to a minimum. ~thanks-stuffin' to my parents for the past year who have supported me (like they do every year, duh) through a lot of my self-created crap; i realize that sometimes it really hurts them to know some of the things they know about me, which is why i keep a lot of it to myself; but this past year, i was able to let some of it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~thanks-stuffin' to my siblings who i generally get along with quite well - in fact, to the whole family because i see how fucked up a lot of my friends' families are and realize that mine is relatively "normal" in comparison; also, we are all probably too honest with each other for our own good - it has its plusses &amp; minuses - but at least i know i don't come from a family of oppressed people ~thanks-stuffin' to some fantastic friends who have been in my life for (what probably feels like a hellish &lt;a href="http://www.wannawatch.com/hosted/index.php?ws/jdoughs/castingcouchteens_mov21"&gt;Casting Couch Teens&lt;/a&gt; eternity to them) years &amp; years and the friendships get better &amp; better - NYCarrie (12 years &amp; counting), joaquin (10 years), la-la liz (10 years), jeckle (3-1/2) - those are the primary, 1st tier pals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~thanks-stuffin' to hobbies other than drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~thanks-stuffin' to wit/humor &amp; honesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~thanks-stuffin' to good music - it's keeping me sane (well...most of the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~thanks-stuffin' to blogging - on good &amp; bad days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~thanks-stuffin' to this weirdo life that has introduced me to all sorts of characters and situations and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts and ideas and emotions (christ almighty, this really does read like a bad obit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~thanks-stuffin' to mrs. denhart, my third grade teacher, who made sure i knew i was special and talented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~thanks-stuffin' to all the people who have given me a chance, not knowing the ride they were in for by doing so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~thanks-stuffin' to the jackasses i have encountered who have been fantastic earning lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~thanks-stuffin' for stuffin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~thanks-stuffin' for readin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14832690-112557189468954738?l=mjsblaghblaghblagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14832690/posts/default/112557189468954738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14832690/posts/default/112557189468954738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjsblaghblaghblagh.blogspot.com/2005/05/thanksgiving.html' title='thanksgiving'/><author><name>dryblown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00951425942274116034</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>
