<?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-8267277</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:26:33.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bored housewives</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</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>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-112034324532666166</id><published>2005-07-02T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T19:49:21.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perhaps it is for making death so intimate that we find excrement so repulsive.&lt;br /&gt;-Harry G. Frankfurt, &lt;i&gt;On Bullshit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-112034324532666166?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/112034324532666166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=112034324532666166&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/112034324532666166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/112034324532666166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2005/07/perhaps-it-is-for-making-death-so.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-112006962117056014</id><published>2005-06-29T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T14:27:01.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/heavenlyhelen/lighthouses/minotsledge.JPG"&gt;picture of lighthouse 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/heavenlyhelen/lighthouses/motifone.JPG"&gt;picture of lighthouse 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/heavenlyhelen/moabco_pics/lighthouses/nanship.JPG"&gt;picture of lighthouse 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-111887954849119613</id><published>2005-06-15T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T20:03:16.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/heavenlyhelen/moabco_pics/ruins.jpg"&gt;purty pictah 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/heavenlyhelen/moabco_pics/arch.jpg"&gt;purty pictah 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/heavenlyhelen/moabco_pics/river.jpg"&gt;purty pictah 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/heavenlyhelen/moabco_pics/mountains.jpg"&gt;purty pictah 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-111887954849119613?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/111887954849119613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=111887954849119613&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111887954849119613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111887954849119613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2005/06/purty-pictah-1-purty-pictah-2-purty.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-111887773227320643</id><published>2005-06-15T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T19:22:12.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TV</title><content type='html'>ahh, my new apartment has everything I need and I don't plan on ever seeing the light of day again, or the glow of night!&lt;br /&gt;What's a jiggawatt? along with other philosophical questions...&lt;br /&gt;I read a pamphlet on marijuana today, well didn't really read it, I sort of glazed over it. But what i determined is that marijuana is 420 times more potent than in the 60s and 70s and it's legal and if we smoke enough of it we will get "a motivational syndrome" leading to increased sexual desire and dead eggs. But like I said, I didn't really read to deeply into it. I know that pamphlets are the all-knowing power and I have decided to preach its lessons to all who listen and subliminally enforce it in those who won't!&lt;br /&gt;Now off to teach some ignorami a lesson&lt;br /&gt;jiggawho?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-111887773227320643?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/111887773227320643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=111887773227320643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111887773227320643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111887773227320643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2005/06/tv.html' title='TV'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-111673681229311680</id><published>2005-05-22T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T00:40:12.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>female orgasm</title><content type='html'>I am reading a book about the female orgasm right now! It is telling me that the female orgasm is like the male nipple!&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty boring book for being about orgasms...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-111673681229311680?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/111673681229311680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=111673681229311680&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111673681229311680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111673681229311680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2005/05/female-orgasm.html' title='female orgasm'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-111583545420074349</id><published>2005-05-11T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T14:17:34.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>structured asset settlement</title><content type='html'>I just saw a commercial for a structured assest settlement company, and I am not sure what ladies in bikinis have to do with wanted a large lump sum for your cash settlement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-111583545420074349?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/111583545420074349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=111583545420074349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111583545420074349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111583545420074349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2005/05/structured-asset-settlement.html' title='structured asset settlement'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-111530738769031695</id><published>2005-05-05T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T20:13:59.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7 questions</title><content type='html'>01. Reply with your name and I will write something about you.&lt;br /&gt;02. I will then write something that reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;03. If I were to apply an o'clock to you, it would be...&lt;br /&gt;04. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.&lt;br /&gt;05. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.&lt;br /&gt;06. I'll then tell you something I've always wondered about you.&lt;br /&gt;07. Put this is in your journal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-111530738769031695?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/111530738769031695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=111530738769031695&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111530738769031695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111530738769031695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2005/05/7-questions.html' title='7 questions'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-111518875474918416</id><published>2005-05-04T02:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T02:39:14.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://web.mit.edu/adorai//timetraveler/&lt;br /&gt;time traveling convention!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-111518875474918416?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/111518875474918416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=111518875474918416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111518875474918416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111518875474918416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2005/05/httpweb.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-111497669307252027</id><published>2005-05-01T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T15:44:53.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what today is?</title><content type='html'>yay me! It's my birhtday today, and so far I have gone to work, got yelled at for no reason and then left work and couldn't get money because the bank seems incapable of having a functioning automatic teller system. &lt;br /&gt;But let's focus on more important things. Today I will be going to moe's with some fly honey's and then willbe seeing Kung Fu Hustle. I plan on drinking some of the margaritas at moe's also. &lt;br /&gt;This day is also international worker's day, but we don't celebrate that kind of thing in the United States. It's also May Day, which I don't exactly know what that means, but there are poles involved and dancing. Which brings me to my favorite thing of today, gratuitous sex day! I don't actually know the technical name for it but I feel that you don't need the technical name for it, and should just celebrate it by having gratuitous sex! sex sex sex!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-111497669307252027?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/111497669307252027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=111497669307252027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111497669307252027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111497669307252027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2005/05/guess-what-today-is.html' title='Guess what today is?'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-111406128478957703</id><published>2005-04-21T01:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T01:28:04.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did you know that there is a &lt;a href="http://www.go-utah.com/Mexican_Hat"&gt;Mexican Hat, Utah&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;They also have an &lt;a href="http://www.publicschoolreview.com/school_ov/school_id/83489"&gt;elementary school&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;the obvious quiestion is do they learn how to make mexican hats?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-111406128478957703?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/111406128478957703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=111406128478957703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111406128478957703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111406128478957703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2005/04/did-you-know-that-there-is-mexican-hat.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-111367485235184743</id><published>2005-04-16T14:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T14:07:32.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kitty!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-111367485235184743?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/111367485235184743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=111367485235184743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111367485235184743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111367485235184743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2005/04/kitty.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-111352995033834612</id><published>2005-04-14T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T21:52:30.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-111352995033834612?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/111352995033834612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=111352995033834612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111352995033834612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111352995033834612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2005/04/grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-111264380600137599</id><published>2005-04-04T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T15:43:26.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vaginatwins.blogspot.com"&gt;current site address for vagina twins!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-111264380600137599?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/111264380600137599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=111264380600137599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111264380600137599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111264380600137599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2005/04/current-site-address-for-vagina-twins.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-111256180926323736</id><published>2005-04-03T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T16:56:49.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally got out of worcester for a little bit. Went to Martha's vineyard which is a lot less ghetto, in fact one might say it's anti-ghetto. Didn't do too much there, had some birthday cake and went to chapaquidick island which has some nice garden stuff. Got to stay an extra day because the last boat of the island didn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as i get some computer help i will be posting episodes of the vagina twins, starring sandy and flappy, with count chocula, zombie J and more....&lt;br /&gt;If it's not on here I will do a link or something&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-111256180926323736?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/111256180926323736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=111256180926323736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111256180926323736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111256180926323736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2005/04/finally-got-out-of-worcester-for.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-111137293523250955</id><published>2005-03-20T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T21:42:15.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>comebust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-111137293523250955?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/111137293523250955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=111137293523250955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111137293523250955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111137293523250955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2005/03/comebust.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-111135276253537367</id><published>2005-03-20T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T16:06:02.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>she said abreast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-111135276253537367?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/111135276253537367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=111135276253537367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111135276253537367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111135276253537367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2005/03/she-said-abreast.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-111075001183705144</id><published>2005-03-13T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T16:42:22.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing like a geraldo rivera appearance to add to the legitimacy of fox news&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-111075001183705144?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/111075001183705144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=111075001183705144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111075001183705144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111075001183705144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2005/03/nothing-like-geraldo-rivera-appearance.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-111074719781649532</id><published>2005-03-13T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T15:53:17.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone asked me yesterday to give them an overview of the art museum. I explained to them that we have art at the art museum, I hope  when he comes to the art museum he doesn't forget to wear pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-111074719781649532?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/111074719781649532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=111074719781649532&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111074719781649532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/111074719781649532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2005/03/someone-asked-me-yesterday-to-give.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-110996813130124615</id><published>2005-03-04T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T15:28:51.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'll hire a hit on ya when i get my next welfare check!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-110996813130124615?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/110996813130124615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=110996813130124615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110996813130124615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110996813130124615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2005/03/ill-hire-hit-on-ya-when-i-get-my-next.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-110996586881412375</id><published>2005-03-04T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T15:01:22.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>twerkin it</title><content type='html'>the art museum is finally beginning to realize the awesomeness of technology. We just got new sliding doors installed. Unfortunately, the one person responsible for the locking up of the doors at night is quite on the incompetent side. Hilarity will surely ensue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading this book called &lt;a href="http://www.fsbassociates.com/fsg/metaphysical.htm"&gt;The metaphysical Club&lt;/a&gt;, by louis menand. It was a book I could relate to as an American, it kind of reveals how some of today's thought came about, or maybe values, it's hard to pinpoint exactly what to say about it. My favorite thing about it was this school that was supposedly how modern education is based, although I feel it has strayed from it's origin. But the concept was learn by doing, a philosophy that wpi often claims to adhere to though it tends to just learn by sucking ass. Anyway they would have a cooking class or something like that and instead of just learning how to cook the student would learn mathematics and science and all that neat junk. There was a three year class on making cereal that was said to be intensive and lacking in monotony. I want to take this class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, steph comes back for this week, and I feel that debauchery will surely ensue. Fortunately, or unfortunately, I am not sure which one yet, I am a working stiff now and will be working many 8am days, which are not condusive to debauchery, I am sure I will work in a sufficient amount though.! drunk face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-110996586881412375?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/110996586881412375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=110996586881412375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110996586881412375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110996586881412375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2005/03/twerkin-it.html' title='twerkin it'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-110818690307555202</id><published>2005-02-12T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T00:41:43.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Under the advisement of my attorney, I feel it is time to update again. Mostly because there is a new pussy in my life, and we all know how that can lead to legal trouble. Things have slowed down at work so that I actually only have to work thirty two hours this week Which is a good thing, but it is still full time hours for a part time job. Maybe if I had a less passive-agressive personality I could get me some benefits, like sick days and vacation days, because I hear health insurance is a scam unless you need a serious operation, and well, then it sucks anyways....&lt;br /&gt;On to the new pussy, she is very cute, she will sit in the only place in this apartment where you can see and hear pretty much everything and then meow until someone decides to entertain her. Plus she seems to like socks, which can only mean hilarity will ensue. Unfortunatly the pussy is only temproray, but isn't that how pussy usually is?&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to buy a car recently, but a few things were standing in my way, my total lack of money and my total lack of motivation. Now I think its a bad idea to buy a car, because there is all this crap you have to deal with, like paying for it, paying for insurance, paying for repairs, and mostly paying taxes on it, which I don't quite fully understand, mostly because I don't want to. Anyways, I have decided a much better idea is to buy a bike, because most of my trips could easily be walked, it just triples the travel time, so I think a bicycle would help minimize that, and also I could become a lean mean biking machine or something.&lt;br /&gt;Only other thing worthy of noting, is I started reading this new book called prey by michael chriton its about nanotechnology and how shit hits the fan. Personally any book where shit hits a fan is at least interesting enough to spend a couple of days reading so I would say its a good book, and I am just starting to get into the shitstorm, i can't wait for more shit!&lt;br /&gt;peace out y'all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-110818690307555202?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/110818690307555202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=110818690307555202&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110818690307555202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110818690307555202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2005/02/under-advisement-of-my-attorney-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-110758874170883019</id><published>2005-02-05T02:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T02:32:21.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He may be a low-life, but I don't trust him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-110758874170883019?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/110758874170883019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=110758874170883019&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110758874170883019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110758874170883019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2005/02/he-may-be-low-life-but-i-dont-trust.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-110638222944726736</id><published>2005-01-22T03:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T03:23:49.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yea, there was one other thing I wanted to mention. God loves me even if I don't believe in him, so you are a sucker!!! Oh yea, and I believe what I want to believe, and try to believe Judge Not Lest Ye Be Judged! Sucker! oh yea, and God bless you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-110638222944726736?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/110638222944726736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=110638222944726736&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110638222944726736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110638222944726736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2005/01/oh-yea-there-was-one-other-thing-i.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-110638201672269249</id><published>2005-01-22T03:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T03:20:16.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron Chef</title><content type='html'>ever since that very negative comment, I haven't felt very motivated. On the other hand, I don't have anything better to do, so you will all have to put up with my crap, or you could just stop reading it, and that would be a lot easier than caring about what I say.&lt;br /&gt;Today I am watching my vedry first Iron Chef where the challenger is a woman. I think it is interesting that "traditionally" women are the ones who cook, but rarely are they the ones who are challengers on iron chef. I think it boils down to them doing it outside of the domestic realm and that's why there aren't any women, but I don't really know, this is a crazy crazy world.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants a job they should apply to where I work. I know I complain about it a lot, but I gotta say, I absolutely love complaining, I am actually totally happy most of the time, but complaining is just so much damn fun! But you can tell them how many hours you want to work and shit, and if I know you, you are probably more competent than half the people that work there.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's damn damn damn cold here, and I guess it's supposed to snow a lot tomorrow! I like the snow, but I only like the cold when I can be totally covered in blankets and shit, well not literal shit, I mean, um, blankets etc. . .&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it, except I have to give Jeff some props for not drinking, because that takes a hell of a person, and even though its only been a few days, he is kicking that shit in its ass, like its his job!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-110638201672269249?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/110638201672269249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=110638201672269249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110638201672269249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110638201672269249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2005/01/iron-chef.html' title='Iron Chef'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-110600117336375259</id><published>2005-01-17T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T17:32:53.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Courtesy of  &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com"&gt;dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i·ro·ny   Audio pronunciation of "irony" ( P )  Pronunciation Key  (r-n, r-)&lt;br /&gt;n. pl. i·ro·nies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;      1. The use of words to express something different from and often opposite to their literal meaning.&lt;br /&gt;      2. An expression or utterance marked by a deliberate contrast between apparent and intended meaning.&lt;br /&gt;      3. A literary style employing such contrasts for humorous or rhetorical effect. See Synonyms at wit1.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;1. Incongruity between what might be expected and what actually occurs: “Hyde noted the irony of Ireland's copying the nation she most hated” (Richard Kain).&lt;br /&gt;      2. An occurrence, result, or circumstance notable for such incongruity. See Usage Note at ironic.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dramatic irony.&lt;br /&gt;4. Socratic irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-110600117336375259?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/110600117336375259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=110600117336375259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110600117336375259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110600117336375259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2005/01/courtesy-of-dictionary.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-110549658171748937</id><published>2005-01-11T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T21:23:01.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new york</title><content type='html'> On Sunday I went to New York city, well Queens, after work. It was nice to be out of worcester for awhile especially since I was here for all that time when no one else was here. I saw my sister and James' sister and we went to a few bars and got some free beer and some beer that we paid for. While we were at bars my sister was at this thing at MoMa where Uma Thurman and Quentin Tarantino talked to each other for awhile. After that she saw the RZA, the fucking RZA!! Then we went back to her boyfriend's house and watched some thing with the RZA the JZA and Bill Murray. It was pretty cool. That was pretty much all we did while we were in New York. WE drove back in some snow and then we ate at the boynton. Worcester definitely sucks less when people are around.&lt;br /&gt;Word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-110549658171748937?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/110549658171748937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=110549658171748937&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110549658171748937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110549658171748937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-york.html' title='new york'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-110463337744597130</id><published>2005-01-01T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T21:36:28.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>worcester sucks, sucks sucks sucks sucks sucks sucks. On the plus side the lesbian and her sort of girlfriend bought me drinks at the sahara after new year's eve, mostly because i had to work with the fat smelly guy for new years eve, and then again in the morning, because i had to work at fucking eight, but i was twenty minutes late, so i showed them. that's pretty much it, on monday i don't have to work, and so i get to wait around for ups to show up because thye said what day they were coming, but not what time. So, yea, worcester sucks ass, big fat dirty hairy sweaty ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-110463337744597130?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/110463337744597130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=110463337744597130&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110463337744597130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110463337744597130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2005/01/worcester-sucks-sucks-sucks-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-110387398390106766</id><published>2004-12-24T02:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T02:39:43.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stickin it to the man</title><content type='html'>So today I was supposed to work at 10:30 and was planning on calling sick so I set my alarm clock for 8 am so I could call them, and as my alarm clock was going off they called me! They wanted me to come in at four instead of 10:30 and i was like, right on hard on, I can sure fuckin do that...&lt;br /&gt;So since I worked the different shift I was working with the lesbian, and after work we went to the sahara for a few drinks, which was pretty cool, but I forgot to ask him if they were gonna be open tomorrow, because, I know it's Christmas eve and everything, but I have to work so I want to go to the bar, especially since I can't seem to get my act together before work to get beer for after work.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is probably pretty boring, but that's how it is when no one is around and you feel like eyore, although, I think he tries to be shitted on...&lt;br /&gt;BOOBS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-110387398390106766?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/110387398390106766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=110387398390106766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110387398390106766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110387398390106766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/12/stickin-it-to-man.html' title='stickin it to the man'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-110378122090263879</id><published>2004-12-23T01:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T00:53:40.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so tomorrow at work I am going to dress sexy, so everyone should go to the museum to oggle/entertain me. But, no one is here, so I will somehow oggle/entertain myself, if ya know what I mean. That's it, suck it bitches, suck it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-110378122090263879?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/110378122090263879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=110378122090263879&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110378122090263879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110378122090263879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/12/so-tomorrow-at-work-i-am-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-110370638875191374</id><published>2004-12-22T04:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T04:06:28.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple D</title><content type='html'>so now that everyone has gone home for the break I can really reflect on what is most important in life.&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that Ken Jennings is the Iron Chef of Jeopardy, and while I didn't go out and get a life to miss the end of his reign as iron questioner I got some money to spend on crap! Now I can focus more on the finer points of life, boobs booze and guns. . . wait no, i already always have boobs, no need to focus for me, it must be the triple D then drugs, ummmmmm, drugs, and um um, well, drugs, oh wait, scratch one of those drugs and put in drinks of beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-110370638875191374?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/110370638875191374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=110370638875191374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110370638875191374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110370638875191374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/12/triple-d.html' title='Triple D'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-110304134723085703</id><published>2004-12-14T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T11:22:27.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I learned how not to discriminate and harrass people, it was innformative and entertaining! Actually it was pretty boring, power point presentation and ass sucking, the ass sucking was kind of cool at first but then it made me feel sick. But hey I got paid, and that's what matters the most. suckas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-110304134723085703?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/110304134723085703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=110304134723085703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110304134723085703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110304134723085703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/12/today-i-learned-how-not-to.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-110270788688361152</id><published>2004-12-10T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T14:44:46.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>naked and wet</title><content type='html'>well, I just took a shower, and because I felt I was being rushed I totally forgot my towel. That makes it extra cold when the shower is over, but also extra wet and naked so it can't be all bad. Last night we got wine and a thirty rack, the wine was called fat bastard. I figure if there is going to be a fat bastard in your life it should be getting you fucked up, then it makes putting up with his shit almost worth it. But wine doesn't have any shit to put up with, unless you are Jeff and your allergic to it, and then well, life sucks for you anyway, but that's why we got the thirty rack.&lt;br /&gt;Also the other day I got a big spicy italian sausage, it was so Big I couldn't finish it at lunch and had to wait for dinner to give it another go. &lt;br /&gt;So I updated, suck it, and don't make me third!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-110270788688361152?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/110270788688361152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=110270788688361152&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110270788688361152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110270788688361152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/12/naked-and-wet.html' title='naked and wet'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-110117756293874451</id><published>2004-11-22T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T21:39:22.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Double D</title><content type='html'>we're number one in big boobs. No, but seriously, I love going to Worcester State, the paper that was due today, we didn't have to turn it in! Which means, I can slack off for two or three more weeks, and then still turn in the same piece of crap, although, maybe I can find time in my busy pants dropping schedule to make it more than just the  shit it is now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-110117756293874451?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/110117756293874451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=110117756293874451&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110117756293874451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110117756293874451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/11/double-d.html' title='Double D'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-110116330464549296</id><published>2004-11-22T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T17:41:44.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SKETCH</title><content type='html'>If life were really like Grand Theft Auto San Andreas, my sketch meter would've have gone up, at least one, if not more. It disapoints me that the main character never does drugs though. Actually, it confuses me, he kills people in countless ways, gets killed, is in a fucking gang, but doesn't do drugs. I am sorry but that just isn't realistic. Is GTA's attempt at creating a role model? Oh well, most things are okay, stealing cars, pimping hoes, blowing stuff up, stealing planes and on and on, but drugs are bad kids, drugs are bad. I know I get all my life lessons from video games and its distressing that my moral compass seems to be pointing in a different direction than GTA San Andreas. Maybe I will put down the vices I currently indulge in and start stealing more and crashing into things and punching people, it sounds like a lot of work, but video games are never wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Elf yesterday, and I think it's aimed towards kids and drug users, not really heroin users, but pretty much any of the other drugs, oh wait, maybe not pcp either, but I wouldn't know about that. &lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to celebrate the subjugation of people with food! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-110116330464549296?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/110116330464549296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=110116330464549296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110116330464549296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110116330464549296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/11/sketch.html' title='SKETCH'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-110087546126991407</id><published>2004-11-19T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T09:44:21.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blaaaaahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;I am updating I swear!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-110087546126991407?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/110087546126991407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=110087546126991407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110087546126991407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/110087546126991407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/11/blaaaaahhhhh-i-am-updating-i-swear.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109985933595918648</id><published>2004-11-07T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T15:28:55.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Penis!</title><content type='html'>Today was an exciting day at work, let me tell you. I saw a man's penis! It was like ten in the morning and this guy is walking outside and he looks to see if the museum is open, upon finding it closed he proceeded to walk towards the receiving door and closer to a camera, then standing directly in front of the camera, he just whipped it out, and peeed I assume. It was the most exciting thing that happened all day, and a good reminder that if you pee in public you might be doing it right in front of a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I seem to have misplaced my drugs last night, very unfortunate, that's an expensive thing to loose especially on the night that I bought it. Not that I do drugs, honest Mr. President, I am one clean cut gal, mothafuckah! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109985933595918648?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109985933595918648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109985933595918648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109985933595918648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109985933595918648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/11/penis.html' title='Penis!'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109917751586844008</id><published>2004-10-30T19:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T19:05:15.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today I went to the second wedding I have ever been to, in my entire life... to the best of my recollection. It was stupid and boring, and I didn't know any of the people, also it only lasted half an hour, definitely the best part. Now I know for sure, if I ever get married, it's gonna be a shotgun wedding in Vegas, no fucking craziness, just wham bam your married ma'am. Anyway, I am pretty sure the most important part of the wedding would be the bachelor/ette party beforehand and the reception with the open bar afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that not too much going on, worked all week, workin all next week, just being a cog in that damn machine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109917751586844008?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109917751586844008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109917751586844008&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109917751586844008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109917751586844008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-i-went-to-second-wedding-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109875494181014380</id><published>2004-10-25T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T21:42:21.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to class today for the first time in four weeks, good thing too because the teacher handed out a study guide for next weeks exam... Yay easy class!! I have already missed the amount of classes that lowers my grade, so to me that says, I should now only go to those classes in which something is due, so really, I only have three classes left, ahhh, life is good. I'm never getting a degree! Take that man, you can suck on it big time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, drugs are bad, very bad, me and reality were definitely seperated for what seemed like a much longer period of time than it actually was yesterday. I mean I couldn't even do other drugs because of that drug, bad bad bad bad...I now cannot understand how some people were ever able to stand up on that drug. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109875494181014380?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109875494181014380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109875494181014380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109875494181014380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109875494181014380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-went-to-class-today-for-first-time.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109865709313537096</id><published>2004-10-24T18:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T18:31:33.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today at work an old english guy in a wheel chair made me look at his gallery scope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109865709313537096?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109865709313537096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109865709313537096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109865709313537096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109865709313537096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-at-work-old-english-guy-in-wheel.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109848823961776358</id><published>2004-10-22T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T19:37:19.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today at work I thought of things that rhyme with boring, my favorite one is, your mom likes to go out whoring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109848823961776358?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109848823961776358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109848823961776358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109848823961776358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109848823961776358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-at-work-i-thought-of-things-that.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109830080516157507</id><published>2004-10-20T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T15:33:25.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>barbarbarbarbarbarbarbarbarbarbarbeerbeerbeerbeerbeerbeerbeerbeer&lt;br /&gt;beerbeerbeerbeerbeerbeerbeerbeerbeerbeer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, where's the beer? Let's go to the bar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109830080516157507?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109830080516157507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109830080516157507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109830080516157507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109830080516157507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/10/barbarbarbarbarbarbarbarbarbarbarbeerb.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109829278060529096</id><published>2004-10-20T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T13:19:40.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Koala&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! You scored 23! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a Koala! You spend your days as a loner eating eucalyptus. Hey didn't anyone ever tell you that stuff is poisonous? That's right eucalyptus will kill most animals, but not you, it just gets you crazy high. Despite your shyness people like you because you're always stoned and easy going. Koalas are notorious for having way too much sex and peeing on people. Try not to do both of those things at the same time. Most Koalas become bus drivers or drug dealers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109829278060529096?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109829278060529096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109829278060529096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109829278060529096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109829278060529096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109761592911582413</id><published>2004-10-12T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T17:18:49.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's another song i like listening to over and over, this one isn't necessarily as listenable for the lyrics as the bob dylan one, but i still love it, and right now, this is the only one i can think of that i could listen to over and over for no reason. and just putting the lyrics couldn't even begin to do justice to either song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mos Def:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La da da......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People climbed into the night like space suits&lt;br /&gt;People stepped into the night like moon boots&lt;br /&gt;Marching like moon troops&lt;br /&gt;In their zoot colored zoot suits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People climbed into the night like cool wells&lt;br /&gt;Shiny bottles in their hands&lt;br /&gt;Drinking their new selves&lt;br /&gt;They say it's their true selves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People climbed up in the night like green trees&lt;br /&gt;They were hanging from the night like green leaves&lt;br /&gt;Buzzing like queen bees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People climbed into the night like space suits&lt;br /&gt;People stomped inside the night&lt;br /&gt;Stomping and stomping and stomping and stomping and stomping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are they going?&lt;br /&gt;What's the rush?&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's embraced but so out of touch&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night-time is when the things get heavy&lt;br /&gt;You feel alone and you want somebody&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness whispers desperate measures&lt;br /&gt;And you're frantic all by yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night-time is when the things get heavy&lt;br /&gt;You feel alone and you want somebody&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness whispers desperate measures&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't make no fast moves&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't make no fast moves&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't make no fast moves&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't make no fast moves--- Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La da da....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People stomped inside the night&lt;br /&gt;Let me climb into the night...&lt;br /&gt;Let me climb...&lt;br /&gt;[vamp to fade]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109761592911582413?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109761592911582413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109761592911582413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109761592911582413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109761592911582413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/10/heres-another-song-i-like-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109759543805720429</id><published>2004-10-12T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T11:37:18.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i slept a whol crapload, mostly because after I wasn't really tired anymore, it was nighttime and there was nothing to do so I kept sleeping. I did go to the sole with my mom and that was pretty good, but other than that it has been all sleep and all work, no play for me, very dull...&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to Bob Dylan right now, and the song I just heard was really nice. It's called make you feel my love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rain is blowing in your face&lt;br /&gt;And the whole world is on your case&lt;br /&gt;I could offer you a warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;To make you feel my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the evening shadows and the stars appear&lt;br /&gt;And there is no one there to dry your tears&lt;br /&gt;I could hold you for a million years&lt;br /&gt;To make you feel my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you haven't made your mind up yet&lt;br /&gt;But I would never do you wrong&lt;br /&gt;I've known it from the moment that we met&lt;br /&gt;No doubt in my mind where you belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue&lt;br /&gt;I'd go crawling down the avenue&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing that I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;To make you feel my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storms are raging on the rollin' sea&lt;br /&gt;And on the highway of regret&lt;br /&gt;The winds of change are blowing wild and free&lt;br /&gt;You ain't seen nothing like me yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could make you happy, make your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;Go to the ends of the earth for you&lt;br /&gt;To make you feel my love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109759543805720429?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109759543805720429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109759543805720429&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109759543805720429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109759543805720429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-slept-whol-crapload-mostly-because.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109743997356092415</id><published>2004-10-10T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T16:26:13.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> http://www.fact-index.com/index.html This site is neat!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109743997356092415?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109743997356092415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109743997356092415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109743997356092415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109743997356092415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/10/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109741147492658099</id><published>2004-10-10T08:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T08:31:14.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hot lesbian action</title><content type='html'>yesterday was homecoming, which was more exciting than usual for me, because it meant that I wouldn't be the only one drinking during the day! It was nice, I got off work at eight in the morning and then started drinking at about ten, which is beer o'clock, and then I drank until I went to see Team America, incidentally, I couldn't tell you a thing about that movie... After the movie I slept until I had to go to work again, it was rad!&lt;br /&gt;Then work was also rad, I worked with the lesbian, who said she wasn't going to hit on me because I wasn't her type, but one of these days, me and the boobs will sway her, I mean, come on, how am I supposed to get any hot lesbian action, if I am not their type? &lt;br /&gt;I went into this part of the museum that is like a little room with some machinery and stuff in it, and when I got off the elevator I noticed that the light was not on, so I was hoping to be able to get from the elevator to the door before the elevator door closed. Which I didn't I got like half way there and then the door closed and it was pitch black, so instead of hyperventalating I tried to find the door, with absolutely no success, so I called the lesbian lady and told her I was stuck because it was dark and I couldn't see a damn thing! But then miraculously I remembered my awesome watch and it's ability to light up!!!!! so I navigated myself to the door, which wasn't easy because I had managed to go past the door into this little square of just wall and machine. I think I might have been walking around in circles, it was crazzzy! Plus I was pretty amazed that I didn't totally freak out. &lt;br /&gt;Also, I fell out of my chair onto my ass, that was funny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109741147492658099?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109741147492658099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109741147492658099&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109741147492658099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109741147492658099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/10/hot-lesbian-action.html' title='hot lesbian action'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109718579084240818</id><published>2004-10-07T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T17:49:50.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, so I know it's been awhile since I updated, but I am a workin girl now, and when I wasn't working, I was sleeping, or drinking...&lt;br /&gt;Which makes this probably a not very interesting post, because I can't really remember what I have been doing. But I can bitch about this one woman at work. I was training with her this week so I will never have to work with her again, but I thought I was going to punch her today. She makes me eat her food, which wouldn't be so bad, if she had tasty food, or I was starving or something, but noooo. I have food, this is a point in my life when I am not actually using beer for food. And all she wants to do is make me eat her freakin food! She gave me some pretzels, maybe it was just the kind of pretzels they were, but they tasted like disinfectant and made me want to gag.  Plus, she is into the disinfectant thing, it might be because one of the late late shift guys has a bid of hygiene problem, but she likes to have things clean. Also, she was really excited when I went to the bathroom, I would explain why, but then I would have to talk about going to the bathroom for more time than I feel is neccessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I got paid today, which means I want to go to the bar now! but where is everyone? Probably being responsible, but damnit, fuck that shit, the bar is calling!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109718579084240818?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109718579084240818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109718579084240818&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109718579084240818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109718579084240818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/10/okay-so-i-know-its-been-awhile-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109637538999065445</id><published>2004-09-28T08:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T08:43:09.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Graveyard </title><content type='html'>shift! Well, last night, this night, something like that, I had my first graveyard shift. It was insane with excitement, I saw a really really really fat raccoon, two really huge spiders that were weird colors and one medium huge spider that was black. Before I went to work though, I helped some people celebrate Monday, but I had to be sort of responsible so I only had one beer and one glass of champagne, I think if I had been a little soused it would have been okay, the people that work this late at night are the kind of people who could pretty much not give a shit about that kind of thing. Although I did hesitate when they asked me if I smoked, because you know, that answer is most of the time, not ciggarettes. Speaking of drugs, they were asking me what bars and stuff I had been to around here and they asked me about the lucky dog, and I was like, wait, I think I have been there, and then it dawned on me why, and well, if you don't know why that's sketchy, you probably aren't old enough. Also, I almost fell on my face once, knocked over a ladder and bumped my head. On a completely different note, I heard this story on the radio about how a police officer saw what looked like a dead guy getting attacked by a pitbull, but when the police officer got to the dog, the person got up and ran off. It turns out the man was trying to be pleasured by the dog and things didn't exactly go well. Just goes to show ya can't trust a dog to do a man's work, or don't put more in the dog's mouth than he can chew, some people.&lt;br /&gt;On that note, i am going to bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109637538999065445?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109637538999065445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109637538999065445&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109637538999065445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109637538999065445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/09/graveyard.html' title='Graveyard '/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109623751957867138</id><published>2004-09-26T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T18:25:19.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid kids</title><content type='html'>I want a shotgun so I can keep them damn kids off my lawn... Today at work it was some festival where there were a bunch of little kids being all stupid and annoying and then some teenagers being all thugy and apparently there were some gang members there too. It was pretty lame, plus a little kid hit me, it wasn't on purpose, he was just hitting his sister and I got in the way, and it didn't hurt because it was a little kid, but still, what the crap? I wonder if I can get workmans comp for this, although it won't even bruise, I feel I should milk it for all its worth. &lt;br /&gt;Monica bought me lunch the other day on her corporate account which was cool. Oh yea, and I went to the Avalon and Embassy in Boston, it was alright, but I blew a whole bunch of money, like fifty bucks for five freakin drinks, and a fifteen dollar cover charge, just to get hit on by some creepy guy, but it was cool because it's good to get out sometimes or something. Last night after work I went to PSK for a little bit which was alright, I saw a few people I haven't seen in a really long time, and got some free beer well sort of...&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am gonna try and stay up really really really really late cause tomorrow is the start of a nice four day late shift for me, woooooeeeeeeeee, oh yea I got paid too, that was nice, it's been awhile since I got anything significant in a paycheck, stupid workstudy jobs. &lt;br /&gt;rock the party that rocks the body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109623751957867138?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109623751957867138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109623751957867138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109623751957867138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109623751957867138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/09/stupid-kids.html' title='stupid kids'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109591603161821970</id><published>2004-09-23T01:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T01:07:11.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I was wearing this dress and it was a little cleavagey and my supervisor told me that they liked to be a little more discreet... Maybe I should work at Hooters where they frown on that kind of discreetness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109591603161821970?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109591603161821970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109591603161821970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109591603161821970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109591603161821970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/09/today-i-was-wearing-this-dress-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109579101816341841</id><published>2004-09-21T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T14:23:38.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>night job</title><content type='html'>Yea, so working at the museum at night is fuckin sweet. Last night, I did a lot of sitting, and some listening to music, and looking at tv moniters, and then walked around like three times, only three, it was soooooooo much better than working there during the day, but I think working there during the day is good too because I can work off some of that beer. Which reminds me, last night one of my coworkers was talking about how the midnight to eight shift sucked because you couldn't get shitfaced beforehand and the other guy was like, well I don't think she (me) is the type of person who is apt to do that. Of course I was thinking, if I had a shift like that I would just have to get shitfaced at like noon, and then you know, sleep it off, although working from midnight to eight with a hangover would probably be difficult... Anyways, I like the fact that everyone I work with thinks I am a sweet and innocent angel, who doesn't really drink. I didn't tell any of them these things, they just assumed, so it's not my fault. But you know, I am not gonna be like, oh you guys have it all wrong, I drink like a fish and smoke like a smoking fish etc etc. I will just let them think what they want to think, and get loaded outside of work...&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, only downside of this shift is it is during jeopardy, luckily ken isn't on this week so I won't be missing anything important, I know you were all worried for me!&lt;br /&gt;Bong!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109579101816341841?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109579101816341841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109579101816341841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109579101816341841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109579101816341841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/09/night-job.html' title='night job'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109562462283242956</id><published>2004-09-19T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T16:10:22.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrr!!!</title><content type='html'>Today be &lt;a href="http://www.talklikeapirate.com"&gt;International Talk Like a Pirate Day&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;I think it's awesome that our friends on the sea can be recognized with this day, it reminds me of Pirate jokes which I find hilarious, like what does th pirate drive? a cARRRR! They are all pretty much like that I haven't thought of any that are actually clever, but still they entertain me endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was pretty fun, hung out with my roommates for awhile who I never see anymore since my mom moved here and she's got the cable and the food and not the flies. Then I hung out with Catherine and we got all eightiesed up, sort of, I just wore jeans, and apparently that just wasn't good enough for some people. Then we went to the eighties party at crow, which sucked ass, either that or I just don't dig that scene like I used to. Either way it was disgustingly hot there and I had been on my feet all day, so I left after about a half hour and two beers. Then I went over to Dan and Mike's where there was a much more low key environment which was nice, because I could sit down and I wasn't sweating up a storm. Saturday I slept on and off all day except when I drove my mom to the Worcester Airport so she could pick up a car to pick up my sister and her stuff with. I didn't see any planes at that airport, I wonder why it's called an airport...&lt;br /&gt;Rented some movies with my sister at Hollywood Video because Blockbuster sucks ass and there isn't a dvd player at this apartment. It took a billion years to rent the movies though because there was something wrong with the computer and it was all crazy like, but we got sent to the back of line, we are not special.On the way back from the video store, got a call about a keg that needed drinking, so I went to Dan and Mike's where they were having a raging party. Lost a game of beiruit, drank lots of beers, felt jaded when the freshman showed up, drank lots more beers. Then today I drove Jeff to the airport so that he could be a movie star! It's so exciting knowing someone in the movies!&lt;br /&gt;Arrrr!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109562462283242956?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109562462283242956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109562462283242956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109562462283242956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109562462283242956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/09/arrr.html' title='Arrr!!!'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109546219065096333</id><published>2004-09-17T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T19:03:10.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jeopardy isn't even freakin on! damnit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109546219065096333?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109546219065096333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109546219065096333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109546219065096333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109546219065096333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/09/jeopardy-isnt-even-freakin-on-damnit.html' title=''/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109546130198253256</id><published>2004-09-17T18:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T18:48:21.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>damnit</title><content type='html'>just damnit. Now that I am off work I want to go do stuff, but noooooo...&lt;br /&gt;I was however totally Gellin like magellin today. Oh and I got a badge with my picture on it and my name, and it says protective services. It doesn't say the art museum's name on it, so potentially I could be protective services for whatever I want. Too bad I don't get a gun or anything, only a walkie talkie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109546130198253256?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109546130198253256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109546130198253256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109546130198253256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109546130198253256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/09/damnit.html' title='damnit'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109538558410054822</id><published>2004-09-17T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T21:46:24.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gellin'</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I started working at WAM, which so far is pretty good. Yesterday and today I worked 9-5 like the average working stiff, and after months and months and months, and months of doing nothing but watching tv, and getting a bigger beer belly, I think it went pretty well. There ain't a whole lot to the job and one of my supervisor's was amazed and my ability to grasp the concept of a split-level in the museum. It took me longer to figure out the layout of sigma pi than the freakin art museum, I swear they must hire some dimwitted people. Either that or they are just really nice and want to make sure that I feel comfortable with everything. But all this job consists of is turning lights on, walking around for six hours, and then turning lights off, there are other things that may or may not come up, which I guess some would consider slightly difficult, but seriously, this crap is easy, I don't know why anyone wouldn't be able to do it, unless they can't keep their mind occupied while they walk around in circles. I think the job might be really entertaining for someone with OCD because they could count how many tiles were in a floor or, making sure they follow the exact same path every time, that could probably occupy their time, although, on the few occasions that we have to deal with people they might run into trouble. Anyway all that freakin walkin and I need to be gellin, so today I after work I went to Walgreen's and bought some gelly things, so hopefully tomorrow when I get off work I won't have to amble around like a half-person half-zombie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work today my mom and I went to the Flying Rhino, and I was too exhausted to eat, they had yummy bread dip though, it rivals that of, say, Vinny Testa's, and they don't give you sooooo much bread that all you eat is bread because you are full by the time you get to the meal. Then they give you a free salad, that doesn't have any lettuce in it, which is fine by me because lettuce ain't great. I don't get salads that have only lettuce, I mean, why not just eat cardboard? The meal though was nice and the waitress was nice, but there was this guy at the bar that was yelling at some other guy at the bar about who was going to the Super Bowl, and I understand football fans especially in New England, where sports fans are truly Fanatics, but there has only been one freakin regular season game, which the Pats barely won. Well, maybe he wouldn't have been so annoying to me, if I had been sitting at the bar, or not just gotten off work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, and yesterday I went to the Boynton and got a pitcher, James got a pasta thingy and I got a sandwhich thingy, and it all cost less (even with tip) than these freakin shoes I bought for work, which turns out are a little bit too impractical, and apparently there is a Payless shoes in the greendale mall, which I was unaware of. Bastards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see, even though I am now somewhat gainfully employed I still don't have a life, but hopefully this will help others procrastinate, or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109538558410054822?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109538558410054822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109538558410054822&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109538558410054822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109538558410054822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/09/gellin.html' title='Gellin&apos;'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109522556750999229</id><published>2004-09-15T04:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T01:19:27.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the dark side!!!</title><content type='html'>So, I was trying to sleep because I have to get up early in the morning, because I am working and stuff, but turns out when you sleep till afternoon, it's hard to get to sleep until after midnight, at least. While I was trying to sleep I remebered this funny thing that happened to me yesterday;&lt;br /&gt;There's this crazy old lady who always calls me and asks for Dianne, or something like that, I can't really understand her, so I programmed her number into my phone as the wrong number, so I wouldn't have to get her crazy on me. Anyway, she called yesterday, and she left a message, because apparently part of her crazy is not being able to realize that the voice message is clearly not who she called. This is what she said "You don't have to call me back, but I have been touching the left one, not the right, you always confuse me about which one I am supposed to touch."&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wants to know what the hell she was talking about, but then another part of me hopes I never have to find out...&lt;br /&gt;Oooo also, while I was not sleeping, Jeff sort of taught me some html crap, and now that really ugly orange, is much less ugly, I just wish I knew exactly what I was changing colors, cause yea, that'd be cool.&lt;br /&gt;I think I might actually like it, I blame Jeff, and suppose I have passed the threshold into full geekdom, since I know stuff I didn't think I wanted to know, about geek stuff. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109522556750999229?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109522556750999229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109522556750999229&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109522556750999229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109522556750999229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/09/dark-side.html' title='the dark side!!!'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109519642516910526</id><published>2004-09-14T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T17:13:45.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pearls of wisdom from karly</title><content type='html'>she works for a food bank in Denver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what my favorite quote is &lt;br /&gt;today- If you have 4 kids you can't afford shut your legs or get &lt;br /&gt;some form of birth control, before you have six kids you can't feed. (it's &lt;br /&gt;my pearl of wisdom but if one more of these ladies, what am I &lt;br /&gt;saying, girls comes in here and cries to me abiout how they need more- food, &lt;br /&gt;diapers, formula, etc. I am going to start saying be responsible. &lt;br /&gt;It is very possible to have sex all the time and not get pregnant. A &lt;br /&gt;mistake is one thing but i find it very hard that you would make the same &lt;br /&gt;mistake SIX TIMES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she loves her job, I mean, totally man, loves it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109519642516910526?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109519642516910526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109519642516910526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109519642516910526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109519642516910526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/09/pearls-of-wisdom-from-karly.html' title='pearls of wisdom from karly'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109519180975087794</id><published>2004-09-14T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T15:56:49.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>string cheese</title><content type='html'>I hate it when my string cheese doesn't pull off right and I have to eat it in chunks instead of umm, strings. My sister's cat doesn't care though, cause I think to her, cheese is cheese, also she has an Elvis lip curl, but it's on the opposite side of her mouth than his, I think. okay, that's all, except&lt;br /&gt;Bong!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109519180975087794?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109519180975087794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109519180975087794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109519180975087794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109519180975087794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/09/string-cheese.html' title='string cheese'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109514106572193752</id><published>2004-09-14T04:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T01:51:05.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>craptastic!</title><content type='html'>I woke up not in a bad mood, but somewhere along the way I just started feeling crappy. Ran into this guy I know and it turns out, as of a week ago, he's a father, that sort of knocked me off my feet. Sometimes there are just some people I can't imagine having kids, and then there they are...&lt;br /&gt;Also, had my first history class today, boy oh boy does it look not hard. Not even in the slightest, like I don't think I will be learning anything new, shouldn't have taken an indroductory history class, oh well, maybe this will ease me back into some sort of scholasticness, but damn, does it have to ease me so easily?&lt;br /&gt;yea, that's it though, tv sucks more late at night, there's like a period of about two hours when it doesn't suck, and the half hour of jeopardy, but then it doesn't do it's job anymore and I have to write these things and play minesweeper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109514106572193752?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109514106572193752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109514106572193752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109514106572193752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109514106572193752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/09/craptastic.html' title='craptastic!'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109509400930969196</id><published>2004-09-13T12:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T12:46:49.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Shot</title><content type='html'>Did you know you can get herpes in the eye? I'm not speaking from personal experience, that's just what the tv told me, and the tv never lies. I wonder how that happens, besides the obvious way, like can sweat give you herpes in the eye? or does someone else who has eye herpes have to touch your eyes, or like cry in to them?&lt;br /&gt;This kept me up last night, because I didn't know the answer...&lt;br /&gt;just in case that wasn't enough for you, here are some words and there definitions, Suck it.&lt;br /&gt;Loquacious - talkative, or apt to tell secrets.&lt;br /&gt;Inchoate - Imperfectly formed or developed.&lt;br /&gt;Penurious - Yielding little; Barren.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109509400930969196?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109509400930969196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109509400930969196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109509400930969196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109509400930969196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/09/money-shot.html' title='Money Shot'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109504348204171770</id><published>2004-09-12T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T22:44:42.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yay football!</title><content type='html'>So, the patriots won, just barely, but still, they won and right now, it's the half but the Broncos are winning, and I have faith they will maintain their lead, or something. Anyways, Friday was pretty cool, because while I was going out of my mind with boredom I decided to go up the dreaded hill, and believe me it's been a long time. My hard work did pay off because catherine and caitlin were in the campus center, and lo and behold, Catherine wanted to go get drinks! I was psyched, seeing as how usually I have to enable people into drinking at three in the afternoon. Also it was cool to hang out with them, since usually they have better things to do. Other than that the weekend was pretty noneventful, tomorrow I start my class, and I am glad to be starting it, but I have to miss jeopardy, and I just don't know what I will do about that. Hopefully my sister will watch and give me a detailed reenactment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109504348204171770?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109504348204171770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109504348204171770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109504348204171770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109504348204171770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/09/yay-football.html' title='yay football!'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8267277.post-109476941861246527</id><published>2004-09-09T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T18:36:58.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a virgin!</title><content type='html'>of online journals! Since my life pretty much revolves around drinking and watching jeopardy, I feel like it's time for me to join the likes of Jeff, and use this for some of my mindless blather. Anyways, I just got a job at the art museum, I get to walk around a lot or something, I can't wait. So, for tonight, now that I have this accomplishment under my belt, I am going to watch jeopardy, and then hopefully sit down with a thirty rack and watch the pats season opener!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8267277-109476941861246527?l=thirtyrack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/feeds/109476941861246527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8267277&amp;postID=109476941861246527&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109476941861246527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8267277/posts/default/109476941861246527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thirtyrack.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-virgin.html' title='i&apos;m a virgin!'/><author><name>helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17176070489656504890</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
