<?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-11973242</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:30:34.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banker by Day, Bartender at Night</title><subtitle type='html'>2 jobs later and still broke</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>265</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-115525456797351257</id><published>2006-08-10T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T17:02:48.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See Ya Later, My Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of my friends are getting ready to move to the big city of Madison. They will be leaving within the next week and I will be very sad to see them go. It's a good oppertunity for them though, especially Laura. Laura will be doing a semester at MATC and after that she will be attending UW Madison. A very hard school to get into but I know Laura will do an exceptional job. I'm very proud of her for doing this for herself. I'm not totally sure why the rest of them are leaving, I believe just to get out of here, but good for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They will all be missed, but I know Heath and I will be visiting often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This here in the black is Steve. Funny, funny man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/1600/000_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/320/000_0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my dear Laura. She's such a sweetheart. And what the hell is Ron doing in the backgroud there!?&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/1600/100_0416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/320/100_0416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And who can forget Greg. For some reason I've always though he reminded me of Joe (ya know, Juicy's brother). I'm not sure why, and I think I'm the only one who sees it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/1600/100_0418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/320/100_0418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't have any picture of Alex, but I know I will miss him too. Actually, I don't think he even lives here right now... But he's intown a lot. And I get confused easily. But I know it will be sad to not see him so often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love these guys.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;The sexy bitch in the yellow is me, DUH)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-115525456797351257?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115525456797351257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=115525456797351257' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/115525456797351257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/115525456797351257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/08/see-ya-later-my-friends.html' title='See Ya Later, My Friends'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-115411042202934082</id><published>2006-07-28T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T11:13:42.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roomies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/1600/100_0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/320/100_0195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the newest house-couple in Rhinelander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/1600/100_0202.a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/320/100_0202.a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heath  should be moving in this weekend while I will be working on it until the end of August... I have alot of shit to move, get rid of, and clean before I can officially be settled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty excited about getting a roommate. I know I lose all my privacy and having everything my way, but hopefully I will be saving more money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-115411042202934082?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115411042202934082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=115411042202934082' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/115411042202934082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/115411042202934082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/07/roomies.html' title='The Roomies'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-115359557485867727</id><published>2006-07-22T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T12:12:54.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hodag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/1600/100_0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/320/100_0116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mmm.... Jason Aldean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/1600/000_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/320/000_0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dave's a bad ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/1600/100_0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/320/100_0149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; June... Don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/1600/100_0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/320/100_0160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Justin, Mel and I... This is the only day I got drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/1600/100_0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/1600/100_0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/320/100_0091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neal McCoy getting offered Jello Shots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/1600/100_0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/320/100_0135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aaron and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/1600/100_0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/320/100_0062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Billy Currington... WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/1600/100_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/320/100_0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Tara, and her huge set of Jugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-115359557485867727?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115359557485867727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=115359557485867727' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/115359557485867727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/115359557485867727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-hodag.html' title='Happy Hodag'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-115232685488064816</id><published>2006-07-07T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T19:47:34.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the Update...</title><content type='html'>I'm confused as hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went from having noone to having 2 great guys who I cannot choose between.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know every little detail of the story, you would think I was trying to fuck with heads... Tom Tom feels this way, along with my good pal Jake and a few others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's the update. I went from the girl who felt sorry for herself because she could'nt find a good man, to the girl who feels sorry for herself because everyones PO'd that she's fucking with boys' heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF... OMG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-115232685488064816?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115232685488064816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=115232685488064816' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/115232685488064816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/115232685488064816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/07/heres-update.html' title='Here&apos;s the Update...'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-115142641398873901</id><published>2006-06-27T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T09:41:46.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the fam...</title><content type='html'>... Or atleast part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/100_3940a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-115142641398873901?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115142641398873901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=115142641398873901' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/115142641398873901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/115142641398873901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/06/meet-fam.html' title='Meet the fam...'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-115125686462247096</id><published>2006-06-25T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T10:34:24.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kiki First</title><content type='html'>I just farted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's not the "first" I am speaking of. Just ask Juicy... I got some good shit stored up in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just farted and let my boyfriend come int0 the room and smell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he asked, "Did you just fart?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied with a, "YUP!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-115125686462247096?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115125686462247096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=115125686462247096' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/115125686462247096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/115125686462247096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/06/kiki-first.html' title='A Kiki First'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-115099950666138345</id><published>2006-06-22T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T11:05:06.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, Juicy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/1600/000_0025.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/320/000_0025.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/1600/000_0017.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/320/000_0017.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-115099950666138345?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/115099950666138345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=115099950666138345' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/115099950666138345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/115099950666138345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-love-you-juicy.html' title='I love you, Juicy'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114710105827632150</id><published>2006-05-08T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T08:10:58.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless</title><content type='html'>Godzilla is wearing &lt;strong&gt;cheap designer imposter &lt;/strong&gt;perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what makes it worse, It is the fake "Obsession" by Calvin Klein...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;HORRIBLE!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114710105827632150?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114710105827632150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114710105827632150' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114710105827632150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114710105827632150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/05/clueless.html' title='Clueless'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114710046091509376</id><published>2006-05-08T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T08:01:00.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now What?</title><content type='html'>I met Charlie about 9 months ago. He had reconnected with Anthony when he moved back to town, and because of this, I then met Charlie. Since that day, Charlie, Anthony and I have spent alot of time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the bars together.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Anthony's to watch movies.&lt;br /&gt;I watched them play Hockey for hours at a time on Anthony's PS2.&lt;br /&gt;I've bitched to Charlie about every little time Anthony pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;I met his girlfriend and we hit it off great.&lt;br /&gt;Charlie and Anthony would come down to the bar for hours on a Saturday night to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's safe to say the 3 of us were pretty damn good friends.&lt;br /&gt;I found out Saturday afternoon that Charlie is leaving to go home for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;In 4 days!!&lt;br /&gt;First Anthony leaves last week (and on bad terms), and now Charlie's leaving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time for The Princess to leave, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114710046091509376?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114710046091509376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114710046091509376' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114710046091509376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114710046091509376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/05/now-what.html' title='Now What?'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114667293813770693</id><published>2006-05-03T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T09:15:38.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Just Yet</title><content type='html'>I called UWO yesterday to see how I was standing in the application process.&lt;br /&gt;Not good news.&lt;br /&gt;They did not look at the dates of this class I plan on taking this summer, so they were looking at me as a transfer student.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to a lady names Barb today and explained to her what was going on. We got everything straightened out and she gave me some bad news.&lt;br /&gt;What they are going to look at is just my highschool transcripts. The class I am taking this summer at Nicolet is needed and will not be on my transcripts (duh! cause I'm taking it this summer). They are going to have to look at my "stuff" again after this class is over.&lt;br /&gt;Which is in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, I'm going to have to reapply in the fall for the spring semester.&lt;br /&gt;Thats okay, because now I can save some money and maybe I'll look at other schools.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114667293813770693?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114667293813770693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114667293813770693' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114667293813770693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114667293813770693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-just-yet.html' title='Not Just Yet'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114658405340083365</id><published>2006-05-02T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T08:34:13.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiki Should be in a Commerical</title><content type='html'>I've had this song in my head for a little while now, and I think it's fun to sing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My bologna has a first name,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's O-S-C-A-R.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My bologna has a second name,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's M-A-Y-E-R.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OOOOhh I love to eat it every day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you ask me why I'll saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause Oscar Mayer has a way w&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ith B-O-L-O-G-N-A.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't I be cute in a commercial?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114658405340083365?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114658405340083365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114658405340083365' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114658405340083365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114658405340083365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/05/kiki-should-be-in-commerical.html' title='Kiki Should be in a Commerical'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114657849602479206</id><published>2006-05-02T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T07:01:36.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One of Those Days</title><content type='html'>"Common sense isn't so common."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, once again, I work with a whole bunch of idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envelopes for the Night Deposit Drop have been out for atleast a week or two. I don't know how many times I mentioned that someone should fill them up, or how many times customers have dropped off deposits that are loose in the drop, but they were never re stocked. Once again, I put more out in the "supply" bin. Suprised? No, you shouldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The currency counter should be shut off and covered every night when closing. Noone ever does this anymore (I too sometimes forget). This morning it was finally shut off, but not covered. Atleast we're half way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A customer who is habitualy off in her deposits decided to try to drop off her deposit using a withdrawel slip instead of a deposit slip. This is the second day in a row. Yesterday she was given more deposit slips. She was also off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just my imagination, but I think I may be one of the smartest people out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114657849602479206?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114657849602479206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114657849602479206' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114657849602479206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114657849602479206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-one-of-those-days.html' title='Another One of Those Days'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114650561472081878</id><published>2006-05-01T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T10:46:54.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Effing Hate It</title><content type='html'>Every time something really small comes up it seems like my whole world is about to end. I get so stressed out and so annoyed that I don't want to even deal with it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Then I get annoyed and crabby and take it out on everyone around me and then it pisses everyone else off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two visits at the Chiro has cost me $420.00 and I still have another $80.00 to go before I reach my non PPO deductable. If I keep going to this chiro and meet me ded. my insurance will only cover 70% of each visits for 12 visits in a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want me going about 3 times a week to try to correct my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I choose to switch to another Chiro that is covered in our network I still need to meet that $250.00 deductable even though I payed $500.00 for a NONPPO provider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT AFFORD THIS SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I know whats wrong with my back and how it def will effect me in the future, I want to keep going. But I can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114650561472081878?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114650561472081878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114650561472081878' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114650561472081878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114650561472081878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/05/effing-hate-it.html' title='Effing Hate It'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114624984580730695</id><published>2006-04-28T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T11:44:06.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crack Head</title><content type='html'>A couple days ago I was laying on my love seat with my head propped up, neck crooked.&lt;br /&gt;After watching a few hours of Top Chef and not moving from that spot I realized my neck was a little sore... No big deal... Happens all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bed, woke up in the morning... CRYING...&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well not crying, but I was in a shit load of pain.&lt;br /&gt;I truly knew what a "stiff neck" meant at this time.&lt;br /&gt;OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept a hot pack on it, iced it, June and Graham rubbed it, took some tylenol, tried to make it feel better.&lt;br /&gt;It actually was feeling much better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Until this morning. It hurts almost as bad as yesterday morning.&lt;br /&gt;I am truly in pain.&lt;br /&gt;So I made an emergency apt with the Chiro across the lot from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my crooked body have to be back there tomorrow... MORE WORK TO MISS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114624984580730695?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114624984580730695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114624984580730695' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114624984580730695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114624984580730695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/crack-head.html' title='Crack Head'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114600081327088843</id><published>2006-04-25T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T14:33:33.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly, I do</title><content type='html'>I want to hate him so much. I truly, truly do. I want him to get out of my life and to never see him again. I need him to just leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll be better once he's gone. I know I can do better. I know I am better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's just so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to just keep reminding myself that he's leaving and it's never going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing I can do about it, no matter how hard I think about it and try to make this better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just nothing I can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;There's just nothing I can do about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114600081327088843?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114600081327088843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114600081327088843' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114600081327088843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114600081327088843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/truly-i-do.html' title='Truly, I do'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114598296661020285</id><published>2006-04-25T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T09:36:06.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn WPS</title><content type='html'>This winter my public service bill was one of the worst bills to come.&lt;br /&gt;I kept my heat at a very low tempature and not once did my one bedroom apartment's public service bill reach less than $150.00&lt;br /&gt;About 2 weeks ago I decided to shut the gas off to my furnace. Not only was the weather warming up, but the pilot light went out and I couldn't get it lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is fucking cold and I wish I wouldn't have turned it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do love feeling way, ghetto-ly poor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114598296661020285?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114598296661020285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114598296661020285' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114598296661020285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114598296661020285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/damn-wps.html' title='Damn WPS'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114588651037528350</id><published>2006-04-24T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T09:26:35.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>Juicy's Back Porch Petting Zoo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114588651037528350?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114588651037528350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114588651037528350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114588651037528350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114588651037528350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114565641786450576</id><published>2006-04-21T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T14:53:37.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOOOHhhhhh BAAAAby!</title><content type='html'>Jim.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... SOOO HOT! He's my mom's age... but beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous eyes. Perfect smile with perfectly pearly-white, straight teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Salt and pepper with a grey facial hair, but it looks so good.&lt;br /&gt;Every Thursday he comes in to cash his payroll check.&lt;br /&gt;And I get really excited.&lt;br /&gt;I always try to waiton him. But, when he pulls up... I turn bright red and probably don't say more than 2 words...Until today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he came in again. Two days in a row. I waited on him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two days in a row, huh?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;Jim, "Only because I missed you so much."&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe, yeah I bet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDIOT!!! I should have confessed my undying love for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114565641786450576?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114565641786450576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114565641786450576' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114565641786450576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114565641786450576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/ooooohhhhhh-baaaaby.html' title='OOOOOHhhhhh BAAAAby!'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114564917908676686</id><published>2006-04-21T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T12:52:59.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem for Our Dear Friend</title><content type='html'>Today June got a phone call from Danny.&lt;br /&gt;Kiki thinks he may have a nice fanny.&lt;br /&gt;His voice is real sexy.&lt;br /&gt;Mary has a dog names Lexi.&lt;br /&gt;We wish he wasn't a MarriedManny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114564917908676686?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114564917908676686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114564917908676686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114564917908676686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114564917908676686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/poem-for-our-dear-friend.html' title='A Poem for Our Dear Friend'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114564523178585779</id><published>2006-04-21T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T11:47:11.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer &amp; Closer Each Day</title><content type='html'>Anthony will be gone in about 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;It's getting kind of sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was his last night of bowling.&lt;br /&gt;Today is his last day at work.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is his going away party at Bugsy's.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the Turkey dinner we've been planning to have before he leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all coming pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting kind of sad... But I can live through it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114564523178585779?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114564523178585779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114564523178585779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114564523178585779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114564523178585779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/closer-closer-each-day.html' title='Closer &amp; Closer Each Day'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114555162393031923</id><published>2006-04-20T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T09:47:03.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's how I Roll</title><content type='html'>In the past several months there have been boys that my peers, coworkers, and friends have tried to hook me up with. Most of them I didn't even give a chance (I know... I'm a bitch.)&lt;br /&gt;Well, 2 of these many I had sort of given a chance to.&lt;br /&gt;Jason is one that I went to lunch with several times and had first met many months ago. He's a nice guy, but works up in the UP most of the summer so I would'nt get to see him alot. That wouldn't have held me back, but he just wasn't doing it for me. We have been keeping in touch but haven't really had a real date. He's cute, nice, and funny. He's a real good guy also... but there's just "something" about him. You know what I mean, Ladies.&lt;br /&gt;He called me last night to chit chat for a bit, see what's going on, and informed me that he now has a new gf.&lt;br /&gt;There goes that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's Josh. Some of you may remember Josh because he's whose house I was at a few weeks ago when I woke up drunk and confused. Now, Josh is a pretty damn good looking kid, but just out of a serious relationship with a psycho so if anything was to happen, I want to take it REAL slow. I don't want to be the rebound girl. But, when Josh would call me, he never ahd anything to say, and couldn't keep on a conversation. He is a real nice guy, easy on the eyes, and his parents already love me.&lt;br /&gt;I was just informed he is now seeing someone.&lt;br /&gt;There goes that one, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.... maybe I shouldn't be so picky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114555162393031923?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114555162393031923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114555162393031923' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114555162393031923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114555162393031923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/thats-how-i-roll.html' title='That&apos;s how I Roll'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114548167388946686</id><published>2006-04-19T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T14:21:14.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Phone Convo</title><content type='html'>June's sittin' over there on the phone with Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are discuissing Joe's "baggie" in his drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says to me.... "Joe doesn't believe that I've never sharted before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Well, I've never sharted either. I mean, I've had some pretty nasty farts before where I had to run to the bathroom and check, but I've never actually sharted before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder why I don't have a boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114548167388946686?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114548167388946686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114548167388946686' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114548167388946686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114548167388946686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/phone-convo_19.html' title='A Phone Convo'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114546556738398015</id><published>2006-04-19T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T09:54:18.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of Those Days</title><content type='html'>I just feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be here (at work), but what's new? I hate this job more and more everyday. Pete, one of the "big wigs" asked me to come into his office.&lt;br /&gt;I knew what it was about.&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, I was late... Again. I had gotten written up, it had been discuised, and I thought we were ready to move on, and I agreed to be good.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the HR biotch came up to "talk to me" about it. She gave me a letter addressed to myself explaing that if I were to be late one more time, I will be terminated. Explaining how since I had been late in the past, and these instances had been documented, it may effect my chance of advancement. Whatever. So now I have been talked to about it twice.&lt;br /&gt;Well Pete brought me into his office to ask me to really try hard to make it here. Told me how I work my ass off and it is recognized. How I am very smart and work very well with customers and I have great chances to move up... Too bad there isn't anywhere to "move up" to.&lt;br /&gt;It just made me feel worse. And made me hate this place more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't necessarily hate the job that I have. It's easy. It's pretty boring. If I were at a bigger branch, maybe I would like it more because I know that somewhere in the future there actually would be a chance for advancement. But not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the people I work for. Even Pete says that his offive is "managed" poorly. I automatically though, &lt;em&gt;well, the manager is the one who is supposed to manage everything, and she's a fuckin' who-er... Atleast someone else sees it...&lt;/em&gt; But that's probably not what he meant by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, that's pissin me off. And then last night someone (a friend.. sort off...) asked me who I was dating these days and all that good stuff.... So once again I got to bring up the fact that I have been single for almost 2 years and how I have sort of, in a way, dated people... but nothin' real special. And how when something good does come along, I either don't want it, or they change their mind, or something stupid happens.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I'm only 20 years old. Have fun, Kristina. Have fun. You have plenty of time.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW THIS! I believe it too, but I miss having someone there for me, to love me, or care about me, that I can care about back. I miss gettin' excited when I get that phone call and I'm happy to talk to them. I miss knowing how someone feels about me, and now being so confused all the time, and pushed around. I really miss having that someone that you can just have sex with ALL THE TIME and it's not just a fuck buddy. UGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go home, and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I am not pregnant, and it's not PMS. I just feel like shit, and I've been feeling like this more and more. Maybe it's because I know Anthony will be leaving real soon. I don't know. But I'm getting tried of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't they make some sort of Happy Pill that will make me feel better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114546556738398015?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114546556738398015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114546556738398015' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114546556738398015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114546556738398015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of Those Days'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114537774483910672</id><published>2006-04-18T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T09:29:04.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Work Convo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mary: "Well your last name is so Italian you should be making lasagna or something."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: "No, I should be getting a shit load of money from the mob."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mary: "Well, if you're that kind of Italian."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: "Aren't we all?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mary: "I don't think they'd like to hear that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114537774483910672?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114537774483910672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114537774483910672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114537774483910672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114537774483910672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/work-convo.html' title='A Work Convo'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114530390852451480</id><published>2006-04-17T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T12:58:28.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Good Thing I'm Pretty</title><content type='html'>"Sandy, it sounds like you're talking through a Gazoo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self explanitory....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114530390852451480?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114530390852451480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114530390852451480' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114530390852451480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114530390852451480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-good-thing-im-pretty.html' title='It&apos;s a Good Thing I&apos;m Pretty'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114528538918616036</id><published>2006-04-17T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T07:49:49.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the Princess</title><content type='html'>My new name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pochahonky, the Indian Princess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am always a princess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114528538918616036?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114528538918616036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114528538918616036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114528538918616036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114528538918616036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-princess.html' title='I am the Princess'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114507136246046098</id><published>2006-04-14T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T20:22:42.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funniest Man Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.danecookfansite.com/images/danecook3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.danecookfansite.com/images/danecook3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pair of Tickets: $226&lt;br /&gt;Gas to Chicago and back: $50&lt;br /&gt;Food while traveling: $30&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Dane Cook live at the Allstate Arena: Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Dane Cook was one of the coolest things ever!!! He was hilarious!! So fully of energy and tons of new material that, suprise suprise, I haden't heard from him yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cost of those tickets were worth every penny and I would do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have his babies :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114507136246046098?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114507136246046098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114507136246046098' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114507136246046098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114507136246046098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/funniest-man-alive.html' title='Funniest Man Alive'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114479369438235237</id><published>2006-04-11T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T15:16:47.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Phone Convo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.group5graphics.com/images/talking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.group5graphics.com/images/talking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at work chatting with June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy, "Kristina Ca... I don't know how to say it, it's for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Hi this is Kris how can I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentleman on phone, "Hi, I believe you waited on me earlier and kept my DL."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm... okay, what's your name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha just kidding. This is Danny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was gonna say! I never forget anyone's DL. &lt;a href="http://www.group5graphics.com/images/talking.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm perfect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah folks, little old me got a phone call all the way in WI from Marriedman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am now cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114479369438235237?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114479369438235237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114479369438235237' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114479369438235237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114479369438235237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/phone-convo.html' title='A Phone Convo'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114470153180552438</id><published>2006-04-10T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T13:38:51.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wish List....</title><content type='html'>Following things can be found in the Slumber Party catalog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tube of "Anal Eaze"&lt;br /&gt;"Like a Virgin" gel&lt;br /&gt;A roll of Bondage Tape&lt;br /&gt;The Love Swing&lt;br /&gt;The "Triple Threat"&lt;br /&gt;The "G-Wiz"&lt;br /&gt;The "Anal Stimulator" (this one is on June's list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but certainly not least&lt;br /&gt;The "Double Header"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114470153180552438?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114470153180552438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114470153180552438' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114470153180552438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114470153180552438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-wish-list.html' title='My Wish List....'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114453598401898786</id><published>2006-04-08T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T15:39:44.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News to me!</title><content type='html'>I didn't know this was possible. (to do in this order)&lt;br /&gt;Get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Black out.&lt;br /&gt;Lock yourself in a bathroom you've never been in before.&lt;br /&gt;Puke. &lt;br /&gt;and Puke.&lt;br /&gt;and Puke.&lt;br /&gt;Pass out.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up in the morning with no idea where you are, because you had blacked out all night and had never been at this house before.&lt;br /&gt;Feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to Josh's dad on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep all day.&lt;br /&gt;Go to pick up your care.&lt;br /&gt;Run into a house and puke some more.&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114453598401898786?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114453598401898786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114453598401898786' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114453598401898786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114453598401898786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/news-to-me.html' title='News to me!'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114434427847489909</id><published>2006-04-06T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T10:24:38.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For my Juicy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.devilducky.com/media/38524/"&gt;What I was talking about&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114434427847489909?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114434427847489909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114434427847489909' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114434427847489909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114434427847489909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/for-my-juicy.html' title='For my Juicy'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114434364272037045</id><published>2006-04-06T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T10:14:09.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Little Tootsies</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday (I think it was Saturday) I stubbed my toe while getting ready for work. It bled a little. No biggie. I wore restricting shoes that night so it never really stopped working. For the next 2 days I wore loose fitting shoes, or sandles.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I wore my tennies while working out and it started to bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I want to cut my toes off.&lt;br /&gt;Is that a normal thing to say when you're in pain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114434364272037045?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114434364272037045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114434364272037045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114434364272037045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114434364272037045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/poor-little-tootsies.html' title='Poor Little Tootsies'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114417657503100418</id><published>2006-04-04T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T11:54:56.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Edumacated</title><content type='html'>I did it. My application to UW-Oshkosh has been submitted. I'm in the process of filing for financial aid. Dad is just waiting to receive his pin number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone keeps telling me that I should be able to get in no problem, including my HS guidance councelor who I met with last week. I'm so excited and nervouse, all at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem I may have is my algebra. I didn't take the Advance Algebra class in HS and it's kind of wanted at UWO. I am enrolled to take it this summer though. 3 hours a day, 3 days a week. There goes making that extra money to save up for spending money this fall. I plan on gettin a job once I get down there anyway. Hear I could make a shit load bartending. Not only do I have the chest, but I also have experience. Should be no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class that I am taking at Nicolet is going to set me back about $400.00. Like I have that money. Plus approx. $150.00 in books. Thank the Lord that one of the girls at the bar just took this class, so I should be able to use her books. Just have to return them when I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bunch of friends who are good in math, or have recently taken a math class, so I will have a bunch of tutors, including Mr. J who is also the one who convinced me to go to Oshkosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really sure what I want to do down there. Something in the medical field. Have been thinking radiology, but I guess Oshkosh doesn't really have a program for that. I could always transfer though. Maybe a lab tech/medical tech (whatever you want to call it). Heard they don't make great money though. But maybe the rack will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... enough babbling. And this time... I PROMISE to post more. I really do. I say that everytime, and I haven't been doing a great job. Naughty me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per Mark and Chris's requests, here is a pic.. Not my chest, but I think it's better than nothing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/320/100_0222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114417657503100418?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114417657503100418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114417657503100418' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114417657503100418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114417657503100418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-edumacated.html' title='So Edumacated'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114227904026506022</id><published>2006-03-13T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T11:44:00.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me Explain</title><content type='html'>I am so pissed off right now (Big suprise, huh?). Because I was down in Chicago I got today off, just in case I didn't come back. I have not done laundry in about a week, so that needs to be done. And then I am out of food, so I need to go grocery shopping, and on top of it it's a shitty day out and I may want to do a little tanning, to make myself feel a little better. I have not gone tanning yet this winter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I prepare to do all this, I go out, warm my car up, brush it off, hop on in and go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorta... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved about 1 inch and got stuck. Back and Forth. Back and forth. I'm not moving. I get out and start shoveling my car out. Still not moving. FINALLY, I get unstuck. Just go get more stuck when I get to the middle of the drive way.  I'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I tell Anthony how I'm stuck and he proceeds to tell me I don't need to be driving anyway. Um, excuse me, who the hell do you think you are??? I'm pretty sure I can take care of myself and I've got shit to do. I got a little pissy with him and he tells me not to be mad at him. I didn't mean to, I'm just frustrated. I tell him this. He still tries to tell me I don't need to go anywhere. YES I DO ASSWHIPE!! UUUUGH!! I could understand if he was my dad, or maybe even my boyfriend. But he's not. Don't try to tell me what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm frustrated even more. And I am still stuck. UUUGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114227904026506022?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114227904026506022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114227904026506022' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114227904026506022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114227904026506022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/03/let-me-explain.html' title='Let me Explain'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114177490140725115</id><published>2006-03-07T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T15:44:01.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Panties are Soggy</title><content type='html'>I am so so so excited!!! (besides the fact that I just burnt my tounge on a chicken pot pie)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be asking yourself "Why is she so excited?" Well folks, it's because Neal McCoy says there are only 123 days until Hodag Country Fest!!! Teeheehee... This little gathering of rednecks and country fans is the highlight of my whole entire year!! (I know.. my life is way more fabulous than yours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lineup??&lt;br /&gt;Wow I'm pumped! Here's why...&lt;br /&gt;Thursday...&lt;br /&gt;Keith Anderson&lt;br /&gt;Charley Pride&lt;br /&gt;Marty's Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday...&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Shupe &amp;amp; The Rubberband&lt;br /&gt;Neal McCoy&lt;br /&gt;Terri Clark&lt;br /&gt;Billy Currington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;The Bellamy Brothers&lt;br /&gt;Diamond Rio&lt;br /&gt;Jason Aldean&lt;br /&gt;Sugarland&lt;br /&gt;Shannon Brown&lt;br /&gt;Josh G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;Rhonda Vincent&lt;br /&gt;Little Big Town&lt;br /&gt;Joe Nichols&lt;br /&gt;Tracy Lawrence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brad Paisley &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus... All the stuff that goes on starting the saturday before.... I'm taking over a week off so it's going to be one big partay for the Keekster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hodag.com"&gt;Here is where all the info is... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIPPEEEE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114177490140725115?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114177490140725115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114177490140725115' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114177490140725115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114177490140725115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-panties-are-soggy.html' title='My Panties are Soggy'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-114090571390776927</id><published>2006-02-25T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T14:15:14.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Go</title><content type='html'>I want to get out of this town. I've been saving most of my bar money aside so that I can have some cash when I move. I went to check it today to see how much was in there because I have taken' some out recently....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's about $1,000.00 missing. I have no idea where it could be. I didn't put it anywhere. I didn't deposit it. Noone has been here recently. I'v been good and have been locking my doors... I don't know where it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so fucking pissed off that I can't even cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does stupid little shit keep happening to me. I have a collection here... and extra bill there... little shit I don't even know as to where they are coming from... UUUUGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard to keep my credit good, and to save money so that I can do something better with my life... and now, I'm getting more and more fucked... UUUUUGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-114090571390776927?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/114090571390776927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=114090571390776927' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114090571390776927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/114090571390776927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/02/lets-go.html' title='Let&apos;s Go'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113995507849949687</id><published>2006-02-14T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T14:11:30.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whore</title><content type='html'>So Dagger and I are pretty much dating, Anthony took me out for dinner last week and we're sposed to go out to dinner for Valentine's day, and I have a lunch date tomorrow with The Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can stop complaining now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113995507849949687?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113995507849949687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113995507849949687' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113995507849949687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113995507849949687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/02/whore.html' title='Whore'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113924888127000810</id><published>2006-02-06T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T10:01:21.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/1600/100_0244.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/320/100_0244.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having way too much fun with my new camera... I should stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113924888127000810?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113924888127000810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113924888127000810' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113924888127000810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113924888127000810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/02/fuck-it.html' title='Fuck it'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113890218234102096</id><published>2006-02-02T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T09:43:02.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>Now that I am not allowed to use the internet at work (and &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; follow the rules) I don't get much blogging time. I don't get alot of time to read, or write. I'm a naughty girl. I'm pretty sure my last 2395324 posts have mentioned the fact that I am naughty and I suck at this, so moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially called "poor"... You need to see my fridge. Oh wait, here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/1600/100_0219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/320/100_0219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that milk is spoiled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I was cleaning my house the other day I found something rather strange... I found these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/320/100_0220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do these belong to anyone?? Because I asked Dagger if they were his, but they're not.... and I don't have any friggin' clue as to who else's they could be!!! I'm almost a little concerened...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who's taking their clothes off in my apartment when I'm not home?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113890218234102096?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113890218234102096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113890218234102096' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113890218234102096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113890218234102096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/02/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113803926749571481</id><published>2006-01-23T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T10:03:11.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Same Pic Played With</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/1600/100_0158.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/320/100_0158.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113803926749571481?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113803926749571481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113803926749571481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113803926749571481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113803926749571481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-same-pic-played-with.html' title='And the Same Pic Played With'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113803915399504344</id><published>2006-01-23T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T09:59:13.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/1600/100_0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/320/100_0158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113803915399504344?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113803915399504344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113803915399504344' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113803915399504344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113803915399504344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-new-haircut.html' title='My new Haircut'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113803887944878730</id><published>2006-01-23T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T09:54:39.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And one other Thing...</title><content type='html'>Anthony has an interview for a job down in Milwaukee today... It's a good job for a good company and if they offer him the job and enough money he will be moving... It's a good thing. For myself too, but wow that's gonna suck. (We're back to being friends again... He hasn't treated me like crap in a long time).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113803887944878730?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113803887944878730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113803887944878730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113803887944878730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113803887944878730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-one-other-thing.html' title='And one other Thing...'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113803871337790694</id><published>2006-01-23T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T09:52:04.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm......</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired. I'm such a bitch, too. I have been a horrible horrible blogger....&lt;br /&gt;I think I should be spanked&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;No I will spank your bottom*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Anywho... I haven't had much to right about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dagger doesn't have bumps. Never did. So that's good news...&lt;br /&gt;What else....&lt;br /&gt;I told Dagger that I was ready for a boyfriend (I think) but he was too drunk to carry on the conversation. It kind of got brought up again but I was being real bitchy so that ended real quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was really slow at the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new hair cut and I think I like it. I just wish I could make it look as good as she made it look when she cut it. There are pictures of me and my new haircut around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work at the bank I have to work at the bar tonight. Again. Third day in a row. But since I'm working tonight for Shannon, she's going to work my Tuesday night so I can celebrate Dagger's birthday with him... &lt;em&gt;Now if only my Aunt Flo wasn't in town... UGH!!! Who can fully celebrate a birthday with that around... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Prolly too much info for you boys... GET OVER IT&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And I'm going to the Twin Cities in a few weeks to visit friends and their going to help me start lookin' for an apt... Don't tell Juciy.... She'll slap me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113803871337790694?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113803871337790694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113803871337790694' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113803871337790694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113803871337790694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/01/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm......'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113752700155645582</id><published>2006-01-17T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T11:43:21.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Again</title><content type='html'>First, The Rules…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The first player of this game starts with the topic "five weird habits of yourself," and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don't forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says "You are tagged" (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, My Habits…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 – Masturbating too much. Every second that I get alone, I'm masturbating. Even when people are around, I'm double clicking that mouse. When I'm in the car, most fun. Friends tell me I may need to take some sort of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 –  Picking my nose. I have many "bats in the cave", especially in the winter when it is dry outside, so everyonce in a while I catch me diggin' for that gold! And now, that I have nails, it makes my job alot easier. I just hate it when I catch myself eating the boogers... Not so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 – Forgetting to put shoes on. I find myself 3-4 days a week walking out the door without sheos. Sometimes, I will be in the middle of my shopping at WalMart before I even realize I don't have shoes on. Public bathrooms are sometimes a problem when it comes to this. And only God knows how much crap is on those bar floors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 – Having sex with a minimum of twelve partners a day. Male, female, shemale or Shims, I can't help it. Bad, bad habit.  I just can't ever get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 – Lying. It's one I'm working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Now, The Tagging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juicy&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. G&lt;br /&gt;HST&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;br /&gt; Xan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113752700155645582?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113752700155645582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113752700155645582' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113752700155645582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113752700155645582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/01/once-again.html' title='Once Again'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113743759990361910</id><published>2006-01-16T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T10:53:19.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Lukas I'm ready for my Casting Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/1600/Hooded_Kiki_112205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/320/Hooded_Kiki_112205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113743759990361910?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113743759990361910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113743759990361910' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113743759990361910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113743759990361910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/01/mr-lukas-im-ready-for-my-casting-call.html' title='Mr. Lukas I&apos;m ready for my Casting Call'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113739259405169752</id><published>2006-01-15T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T22:23:14.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jager What?</title><content type='html'>Kiki doesn't feel too well today. No headache. Bad stomach ache. Kiki drank too much last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Anthony's to meet up with him and Charlie. Ran to some supermarkets to buy the alcohol and alocohol supplies we were missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of booze was drank last night. By ten at night Anthony was passing out and done drinking. Charlie and I went downtown and I got into a bar where I have connections. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Only 81/2 months to go&lt;/em&gt;. Got more drunk there. Had a good time though. Saw people whom I haden't seen in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel like shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113739259405169752?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113739259405169752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113739259405169752' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113739259405169752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113739259405169752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/01/jager-what.html' title='Jager What?'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113700135119617673</id><published>2006-01-11T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T09:42:39.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>Yeah, it's been a while. Almost feel like I'm neglecting you. I'm not. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really blog at work anymore because Juicy, Graham, and I got in lots of trouble for internet use... Don't think Juicy listened. HAHAHA. And I don't have alot of free time to myself at home, so what you get is what you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a bad week so far. Sent in a check for a collection that is effecting my credit report. Something that I didn't even know about until a little while ago. Something I may be taking someone to small claims court for. Just under a hundred bucks. Buddy, I got rent to pay, I can't afford this shit. But then I paid $5 for certified shipping because I want to make sure that the collections agency gets it. And to have the proof that they got it. That annoyed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote out lots of check for bills. I am broke. No more spending money on myself. Nope. Nuh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't sleep at all last night because my friend got hit by a car while on his snowmobile. I guess it was pretty bad. Dagger was riding with him last night when it happened. He literally flew from his sled when he got hit. The sled is approx half of its original size. He was flown down to the Madison area for Emergency surgery at about 2 this morning. He broke his pelvis right in half and his legs are just hanging there, not really connected to anything. He also broke a leg and the bone was still sticking out of it when he was getting onto the chopper. He also had some pretty bad road rash. I'm praying that he'll be okay. He was talking last night a little bit so I think it'll be okay. Dagger and some others were heading down there at about 8 this morning. I was told I would be kept updated on how he's doing. Haven't heard anything yet. Still praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony came to visit me at the bar. He's getting nicer and nicer to me and I don't think I can handle it. He's starting to get lonely and I think he's about ready to find someone to settle down with, atleast for right now. Some kind of commited relationship. I know that girl will never be me so I don't really want to hear it, but I am his friend so I'm always there to listen. I shouldn't care anyway. I have Dagger... Sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my bitching for now... Sorry if I put ya to sleep or annoyed ya with the Anthony talk. Sometimes I can't help it. I need to vent. That's what this shit is here for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Went to the gym last nigt. Ran 1 mile, walked half a mile, ran another mile, then walked another half mile. I have never ran more than a mile my entire life. Last time I ran one was 7th grade. I'm hurting. But it's a good hurt. I've been watching what I eat too. Been kind of naughty here and there but for the most part I've been good. If I don't have the junk food around I won't eat it. At the bar, where I am 3-4 nights a week, there is alot of shitty food. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113700135119617673?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113700135119617673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113700135119617673' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113700135119617673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113700135119617673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/01/sorry_11.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113657501134526020</id><published>2006-01-06T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T11:16:51.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All that?</title><content type='html'>Ring ring. Ring ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Madonna: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: He Madonna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HM: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is Lala or Graham down there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HM: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can I speak to either one of them. Doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HM: I'll give you the one that is closest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheat Thin: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wheat Thin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WT: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you coming up soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WT: Well in a half hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, well can I have Lala or Graham, I mean, that's who I was trying to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WT: Graham, are you going up soon? Kiki has a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graham: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Graham can you do me a favor on your way up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graham: Yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Grab me an orange soda?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113657501134526020?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113657501134526020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113657501134526020' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113657501134526020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113657501134526020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-that.html' title='All that?'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113650465025392216</id><published>2006-01-05T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T15:44:10.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ching Chang Chong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Went to the chinese buffet for dinner. Grabbed 4 fortune cookies on my way out.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Character is much easier kept than recovered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucky Numbers: 28, 15, 37, 48, 39, 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Learn chinese: Pot sticker/Guo-tie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;You are individual interested in progress and the future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucky numbers: 2, 38, 41, 7, 20, 10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Learn chinese: Gift/Li-wu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;If you want the rainbow, you have to tolerate the rain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucky numbers: 10, 8, 22, 47, 5, 36&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Learn chinese: September/Jiu-yue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Consider your impressions; follow them once in a while.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucky numbers: 24, 6, 28, 17, 19, 31&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Learn Chinese: Student/ Xue-sheng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113650465025392216?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113650465025392216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113650465025392216' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113650465025392216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113650465025392216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/01/ching-chang-chong.html' title='Ching Chang Chong'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113641251199611826</id><published>2006-01-04T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T14:08:32.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Completely Content</title><content type='html'>Anthony and I are finally starting to talk like normal again.&lt;br /&gt;We hung out for a while on New Year's eve and we both had alot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;So, things are going alright and this time around I know that he doesn't feel "that way" about me, so I will try to refrain from getting all giddy every time he touches me (like on Sat night, he touched me alot, but I know how he feels, so I wasn't &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; giddy.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113641251199611826?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113641251199611826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113641251199611826' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113641251199611826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113641251199611826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/01/completely-content.html' title='Completely Content'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113632265171792190</id><published>2006-01-03T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T13:10:51.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so ya Know</title><content type='html'>I gave up on the best and worst list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;More worsts than bests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113632265171792190?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113632265171792190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113632265171792190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113632265171792190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113632265171792190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-so-ya-know.html' title='Just so ya Know'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113632230994444605</id><published>2006-01-03T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T13:05:10.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Weekend</title><content type='html'>Friday night hung out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday puking all morning &amp; afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to call into bar. Too sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Sat feeling better went to Bowling Alley with mom and drank water. And sang karaoke. Then went downtown. Feeling better. Started to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bars don't close on New Year's eve so I was out all night. Last time I looked at the clock was 6:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew... and all in one breath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113632230994444605?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113632230994444605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113632230994444605' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113632230994444605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113632230994444605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-years-weekend.html' title='New Year&apos;s Weekend'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113597257721000037</id><published>2005-12-30T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T11:59:04.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch...</title><content type='html'>Ever since &lt;a href="http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-scared.html"&gt;I told Anthony&lt;/a&gt; how I felt about him, we haven't really talked alot. Once in a while a quick conversation here or there, but thats about it. I haven't seen him since mid november.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a really big crush on a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hanging out with Dagger and I like him. I think. Atleast today I do. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Anthony came in today to make his mortgage payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked good... Real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart just broke. All over. Again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113597257721000037?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113597257721000037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113597257721000037' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113597257721000037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113597257721000037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/ouch.html' title='Ouch...'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113596969517853415</id><published>2005-12-30T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T11:08:15.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best/Worst Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>(&lt;em&gt;Now mind you, these will not be in any particular order)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Best:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Starting my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Worst:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Drinking way too much this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113596969517853415?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113596969517853415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113596969517853415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113596969517853415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113596969517853415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/bestworst-pt-1.html' title='Best/Worst Pt. 1'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113587925324896963</id><published>2005-12-29T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T10:00:53.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Totally Cool</title><content type='html'>So, like Juicy has said, everyone seems to be taking a look back at the year 2005. (Worst &amp; Fastest year EVER). Well, I don't really feel like going back and looking at all my past posts. I really don't want to... Doesn't sound like much fun. So I think I'm going to look back on the worst and best moments in the past year, whether I've written about them or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Coming Soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113587925324896963?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113587925324896963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113587925324896963' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113587925324896963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113587925324896963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-totally-cool.html' title='It&apos;s Totally Cool'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113583005831250173</id><published>2005-12-28T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T20:20:58.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe the Patch?</title><content type='html'>My new addiction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Project Runway&lt;/em&gt; on Bravo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113583005831250173?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113583005831250173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113583005831250173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113583005831250173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113583005831250173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/maybe-patch.html' title='Maybe the Patch?'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113578541882918208</id><published>2005-12-28T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T07:56:58.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's MISS Keeks</title><content type='html'>"I just tooted. Sorry."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113578541882918208?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113578541882918208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113578541882918208' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113578541882918208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113578541882918208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/thats-miss-keeks.html' title='That&apos;s MISS Keeks'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113570860401845033</id><published>2005-12-27T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T10:37:48.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Biotch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wolfwoods.com/images/broken%20heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="178" alt="" src="http://www.wolfwoods.com/images/broken%20heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you break up with someone if you're not "technically" with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Dagger, and he's a nice guy. He's cute too. But for some reason, this whole "thing" we're doing just doesn't seem right. And it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very comfortable around him and he makes me feel really good about myself. He respects the fact that I don't want to have sex with him, even though he doesn't know the whole truth to why, but it just doesn't seem right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think part of the reason I'm hanging on for so long is because I'm sick of being alone. I have been single for the whole year of 2005, and it make me feel kind of sad. I know it's no big deal, and I know other people who have gone longer, but I had 2 pretty serious relationships in a row over the last 3 years, and now, I haven't really had anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now, what was I talking about?? Oh yeah... Dagger. So back to my question... Can I break up with someone if we're not technically together?? Does it work like that?? I'm thinking maybe I'm just going to wean myself away from him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113570860401845033?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113570860401845033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113570860401845033' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113570860401845033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113570860401845033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/evil-biotch.html' title='Evil Biotch'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113538582269639107</id><published>2005-12-23T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T16:57:02.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And this is me, excited.</title><content type='html'>Finally! Friday is here. I get a couple days off before it's back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what to do with myself. Dinner is at my house tomorrow night, and tonight there may be a little drinking at my house.... we'll see. I'm trying to convince friends from Hometown to come see me, so I don't have to drive there. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go to Wal Mart and purchase more tree lights... I didn't get enough and I'm sick of staring at a blank tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays, yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113538582269639107?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113538582269639107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113538582269639107' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113538582269639107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113538582269639107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-this-is-me-excited.html' title='And this is me, excited.'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113530829551209903</id><published>2005-12-22T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T19:24:55.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Fuck! What the Hell!?</title><content type='html'>I love the show &lt;em&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/em&gt;. I watch it whenever possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching &lt;em&gt;Bad Santa&lt;/em&gt; I realized that "Loralie Gilmore" (the mom) plays the crazy slut in&lt;em&gt; Bad Santa&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I watch Gilmore Girls the same??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Fuck me Santa!Fuck me Santa!Fuck me Santa!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113530829551209903?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113530829551209903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113530829551209903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113530829551209903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113530829551209903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/holy-fuck-what-hell.html' title='Holy Fuck! What the Hell!?'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113530803996962887</id><published>2005-12-22T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T19:20:40.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asswhipe</title><content type='html'>I'm watching &lt;em&gt;Bad Santa&lt;/em&gt;. Yes, it is funny... but got he is fucking nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times can the word "fuck" be used... and in how many different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;40 Year old Virgin&lt;/em&gt; is next. They say "fuck" and the "p" word alot in that one, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113530803996962887?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113530803996962887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113530803996962887' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113530803996962887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113530803996962887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/asswhipe.html' title='Asswhipe'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113526689737790543</id><published>2005-12-22T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T07:54:57.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' it up When I'm Goin' Down</title><content type='html'>My legs were itching this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scratching them whilst they were up on the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juicy came over with lotion in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs are once again moist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And my panties).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113526689737790543?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113526689737790543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113526689737790543' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113526689737790543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113526689737790543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/livin-it-up-when-im-goin-down.html' title='Livin&apos; it up When I&apos;m Goin&apos; Down'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113526268740055675</id><published>2005-12-22T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T06:44:47.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Turd</title><content type='html'>Last night I made an emergency run to get my Christmas tree. I am having dinner at my house on Christmas Eve and came to the conclusion it wouldn't be a real Christmas dinner without a Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night Dagger and I went Christmas tree searching. I like the fluffy, full kind. I don't want to go in the woods and get one that just doesn't look like a "Christmas tree" So we went searching to every gas station in the town of Nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally found one at the holiday gas station. Last place we were going to stop. I was getting sick of looking. It was twined up but we could tell it would be a good one. We took it back to my place and were going to leave it to thaw out on the porch, (after taking the twine off of course). Yeah, it didn't want to spread out. We left it.  Figuring it would get warmer today, we hoped it would that out in the sun in the front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its still frozen together this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like a giant, green, prickly Poop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113526268740055675?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113526268740055675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113526268740055675' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113526268740055675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113526268740055675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-turd.html' title='Christmas Turd'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113519417365458456</id><published>2005-12-21T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T11:42:53.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas for MEEE</title><content type='html'>Today was the gift exchange at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hade Triscuit this year so I got her &lt;em&gt;Legends of the Fall&lt;/em&gt; on DVD and a little musical santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheat thing had be this year (she also had me last year... She's good). This year she got my a Christmas porcelein doll on a sleigh and 2 fleece blankets. Not the thin kind. The kind that are made at home when you tie all 4 sides together. Their really warm. Well I got 2 of those.&lt;br /&gt;How many did you get?&lt;br /&gt;Ha! That's what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for this gift exchange day everyone brought in food so we had a big feast.&lt;br /&gt;I am not stuffed full.&lt;br /&gt;I could puke.&lt;br /&gt;I may puke.&lt;br /&gt;I think later I will puke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113519417365458456?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113519417365458456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113519417365458456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113519417365458456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113519417365458456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-for-meee.html' title='Christmas for MEEE'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113509113439951993</id><published>2005-12-20T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T07:07:05.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>That fucker sits there and tells me how beautiful I am. And how special I am. And how he's so glad I'm giving him a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;He makes me feel good about myself. And makes me feel special. I truly believe he cares about me and really wants to not fuck it up this time.&lt;br /&gt;He tells me how I make him feel funny, in a good way. And how I am worth waiting for. And how perfect I am. He tells me, and his friends, and my friends, how I am truly his "dream girl" and he wants to really make everything up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night a close friend of mine tells me I'm not the only one he says these things to. He'll say shit like that to other random hoes, and his ex ex girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to say something, but I really don't want it to be true.&lt;br /&gt;I want my friend to have been wrong, and heard wrong, and &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; is true about what he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I can trust him though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113509113439951993?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113509113439951993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113509113439951993' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113509113439951993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113509113439951993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113509077592258152</id><published>2005-12-20T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T06:59:35.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning</title><content type='html'>Sitting in extra office.&lt;br /&gt;Watching staff meeting from Main.&lt;br /&gt;Flag is hanging at half mass.&lt;br /&gt;Because of plane crash?&lt;br /&gt;Upset.&lt;br /&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes are heavy.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be awake.&lt;br /&gt;Still wearing scarf.&lt;br /&gt;Neck is warm.&lt;br /&gt;Going to get yelled at.&lt;br /&gt;Upset.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes are bloodshot.&lt;br /&gt;No, there wasn't drinking last night.&lt;br /&gt;Busy mind today.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be at work.&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;Upset.&lt;br /&gt;Back hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Feet hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Hair is messy.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't shower this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Crabby.&lt;br /&gt;Upset.&lt;br /&gt;Sick of peoples shit.&lt;br /&gt;Tired of getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;And stepped on.&lt;br /&gt;And lied to.&lt;br /&gt;And fucked over.&lt;br /&gt;I could cry.&lt;br /&gt;I am truly hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I could cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113509077592258152?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113509077592258152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113509077592258152' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113509077592258152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113509077592258152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/morning.html' title='Morning'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113501437068575841</id><published>2005-12-19T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T09:46:10.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UUUGH</title><content type='html'>Song in my head: Aerosmith "Love in an Elavator"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part in my head. The only part, is "Love in an elavator. Livin' it up as I'm going down." Over and Over and Over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113501437068575841?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113501437068575841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113501437068575841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113501437068575841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113501437068575841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/uuugh.html' title='UUUGH'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113501424675205721</id><published>2005-12-19T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T09:44:06.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Friend</title><content type='html'>You know what I finally realized I kind of like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Mancow in the Morning.  He's kind of rough, but I think I like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he went off about how lazy America is becoming and how easy we make things for everone. He had a good point.  He is my new friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113501424675205721?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113501424675205721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113501424675205721' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113501424675205721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113501424675205721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-new-friend.html' title='My New Friend'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113497070209832983</id><published>2005-12-18T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T21:38:22.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Let's make my weekend update as short as possible:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was Juicy's party. Fun. Fun. Fun. Bottles of wine were definately consumed. Multiple bottles. Dagger was pissing me off because he was being stupid about our "relationship" so since I was drunk I was getting rather upset. Left Juicy's and went to S&amp;M house. Not sure of what happened there but I'm pretty sure I passed out right away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was up nice and early on Saturday morning because cable guy was coming. He had from 8-10 and got here at 9:30... I could've gotten so much more sleep. Asswhipe.&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Heath and her niece who is about a year and a half old. She was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; cute. We went to eat at Peking. YUM. Me love me some chinese. Mmmm... Baby was being impatient and fussy so we weren't there long. Dropped Heath and Baby back off and went home to meet up with Dagger so that he could kiss my ass and appolagize for being stupid. Of course, I accepted the appology. Still no piece of ass.&lt;br /&gt;Long and boring night of work at the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, today, woke up around 11:30... wanted to have left at 9. Oops. Went to Wausau to get some shopping done. Spent money. Not too much. Done shopping for sister, brother, and mom. Tried to go to head shoppe to get a gift for Heart. They were closed. Dagger and I met up with mom and her current BF at Noodles for some late lunch/early dinner (hahahaha, Juicy). Even yummier. Came home. Made out with Dagger for a bit. Still no ass. Went to work. Slow night. Brought home $44.00... BAD NIGHT!! Sat there from 10-11 all by myself. Oh well!!! Now I'm  home. Not tired. Should go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Side note: Bought a new bra for my deal of the month from VS.... I'm getting bigger. *Tear*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113497070209832983?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113497070209832983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113497070209832983' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113497070209832983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113497070209832983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113477116212193232</id><published>2005-12-16T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T14:12:42.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart will never heal completely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="397" alt="" src="http://www.grimmemennesker.dk/data/media/1/Helmet_Man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Peace out Marriedman&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113477116212193232?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113477116212193232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113477116212193232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113477116212193232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113477116212193232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/peace-out.html' title='Peace Out'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113475477404100316</id><published>2005-12-16T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T09:39:34.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buh nuhuh</title><content type='html'>I CANNOT get over how beautiful this man is. He is not only adorable but he has a GREAT body. I have a couple guyfriends who are into lifting and working out and Ryan Reynold just happens to be their muse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen Amittyvill Horror? When he's getting out of the water and his wet pajama pants are almost falling off... uuuuh.... Wow... So this is what I want for Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.thecinemasource.com/moviesdb/images/RyanReynolds7-350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113475477404100316?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113475477404100316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113475477404100316' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113475477404100316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113475477404100316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/buh-nuhuh.html' title='Buh nuhuh'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113474850387815921</id><published>2005-12-16T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T07:55:03.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAM!!!!</title><content type='html'>Last night Dagger stopped at my house and he watched The O.C. I really wanted to make daiquiris so he went to Wal-Mart with me and we got myself a blender, TP, conditioner, and a gift for Juicy's lil shindig tonight (she's going to love it). While we were waiting in line. For a long time. Slow cashier. Customers who can't use a debit card. Etc. We thought it would be funny, if not disgusting if we just made out in the middle of Wal-Mart. Ya know, just start going at it. Drop everything in our hands maybe take my scarf off and throw it. Fall down on the floor and just start rolling around everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided not to. Thought it might be a little inappropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after our excursion to Wallyworld we went back to my house and made my alcoholic beverage(s). It was fun. And good. Juicy let me use her peeler to peel the potatoes for her party. WORST PEELER EVER!!!! So, I resorted to using a knife. Don't forget I'm slightly retarded. I should wear a helmet. Dagger decided he would help me. And in no time, alto he potatoes were peeled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think 8 lbs is going to be enough....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113474850387815921?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113474850387815921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113474850387815921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113474850387815921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113474850387815921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/bam.html' title='BAM!!!!'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113474718678700867</id><published>2005-12-16T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T07:33:06.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Allowed</title><content type='html'>Now that Christmas is approximately a week away, it is okay to play Christmas music. I announced a rule right after Thanksgiving that there shall be no Christmas music until there is 12 or less days until Chirstmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The princess has spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113474718678700867?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113474718678700867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113474718678700867' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113474718678700867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113474718678700867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-is-allowed.html' title='It is Allowed'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113467707006182025</id><published>2005-12-15T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T07:31:40.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm THAT Special</title><content type='html'>The other day WheatThin brought &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;grapes&lt;/span&gt; as a snack for us tellers. They were sitting on a shelf in the vault. I was back there munchin' on 'em while Saltine was rolling coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to her, "You know what, I feel like Juice. I wonder if they make &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;grape&lt;/span&gt; juice...." And then I took a second to think about what I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saltin just looked at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113467707006182025?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113467707006182025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113467707006182025' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113467707006182025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113467707006182025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-that-special.html' title='I&apos;m THAT Special'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113467326142458485</id><published>2005-12-15T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T11:01:01.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Dating Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For white trash dating Log onto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eHarmonyHills.com"&gt;www.eHarmonyHills.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My profile: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ibiblio.org/dls/pics/2002-10-26/white_trash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm a young, spunky, model/actress. I really love fashion and all things Nascar.  I love to take care of my sisters kids, even though she don't know who the daddy is. I am an expert at make-up and hair artistry. I know all the latest trends and am the local celebrity. I put out on the first date, so I hope thats not a problem.  My husband will be out of jail in 3 years so we gots plenty of time to "you-know-what"... Email me if ya'll are interested. Or you can just srop me a line in my mail box. Mine is the big white trailer on the corner. White the big white fence around it and the sunflowers in the front yard. My 5 kids' bike may be lying in the yard too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer: Not a real site. Locals of Nowhere would understand best. Must have atleast 4 teeth to sign on... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113467326142458485?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113467326142458485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113467326142458485' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113467326142458485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113467326142458485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-dating-service.html' title='New Dating Service'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113448482174199199</id><published>2005-12-13T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T06:40:21.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn.... I thought it Would be More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="'http://www.okcupid.com'" id="slutlink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/slutawards/50.gif" border="1" width="200" height="300" alt="'Cupid" onmouseover="'document.getElementById(" href="http://www.okcupid.com/slut" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113448482174199199?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113448482174199199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113448482174199199' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113448482174199199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113448482174199199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/damn-i-thought-it-would-be-more.html' title='Damn.... I thought it Would be More'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113442623839654876</id><published>2005-12-12T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T14:23:58.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Emmy Goes to...</title><content type='html'>MARRIEDMAN... And his beautiful letter turned poem...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all of you who sent in your resumes/poems/letters/etc... Oh wait, that's right.. I think I got.. ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marriedman got up from his desk, zipped up his pants, and headed out the door. Work had been rough, and so were his hands. I need some lotion, stat. Marriedman thought to himself as he buttoned up his coat. He couldn't get her out of his head. He just had to keep thinking to himself, Marriedman, she's all the way in Wisconsin. But then he remembered something that a girl told him once. She was his 72nd girlfriend, and she was hot. But she didn't give head very good, later, after they broke up, she told him that his taint smelled like burnt ham and cheese whiz. Marriedman thought that maybe if his taint still smelled like said cheese product, the Wisconsin girl would want to be with him. This was a comforting thought; maybe she would want him to pleasure her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, as Marriedman sat behind his desk, pounding at the keys, and his member, he thought of a plan. He would write this girl, this enigma of a woman, so desirable a woman was she, a poem. So, he put down his weeg, and went to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas the ninth of December&lt;br /&gt;Snow fell around the town&lt;br /&gt;Danny was thinking&lt;br /&gt;Of kiki in a nightgown&lt;br /&gt;It dropped to the floor&lt;br /&gt;And away went his breath&lt;br /&gt;"Is this a good time to tell you&lt;br /&gt;that I'm addicted to meth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her look was that of shock&lt;br /&gt;Her smile faded fast&lt;br /&gt;She put back on her clothes&lt;br /&gt;And by him, she blew past&lt;br /&gt;"Wait", shouted MM&lt;br /&gt;but his effort was fleeting&lt;br /&gt;"I came all this way,&lt;br /&gt;for this very special meeting"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned her head slightly&lt;br /&gt;And moved away from the door&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe you" she said&lt;br /&gt;"And wipe that drool of the floor!"&lt;br /&gt;"I know you can't help it&lt;br /&gt;"Most men find that can't"&lt;br /&gt;"It's not that" said MM&lt;br /&gt;"it's that you look like my Aunt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are so very dirty"&lt;br /&gt;Kiki said with a grin&lt;br /&gt;Then she tore off his mullet&lt;br /&gt;As she performed a terrible sin&lt;br /&gt;There was groaning there was laughter&lt;br /&gt;There was even some spanking&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought&lt;br /&gt;This would be a benefit of banking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has no passed&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling grows each day&lt;br /&gt;And now Kiki is sure&lt;br /&gt;That Marriedman is not gay&lt;br /&gt;Never in her life&lt;br /&gt;Has she ever fealt such pleasure&lt;br /&gt;"That" Kiki said&lt;br /&gt;"Is an experience I shall always treasure."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113442623839654876?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113442623839654876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113442623839654876' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113442623839654876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113442623839654876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-emmy-goes-to.html' title='And the Emmy Goes to...'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113440161048187029</id><published>2005-12-12T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T07:33:53.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Really Hit the Gym</title><content type='html'>A customer came into the bank this morning and pointed to my stomach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"How long you have left yet??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I cry now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113440161048187029?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113440161048187029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113440161048187029' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113440161048187029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113440161048187029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/time-to-really-hit-gym.html' title='Time to Really Hit the Gym'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113415733738674803</id><published>2005-12-09T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T12:09:12.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally That Time is Here *Updated*</title><content type='html'>I do not have a full out application for&lt;a href="http://astrangebreedoffreak.blogspot.com/2005/12/pleasing-kiki.html"&gt;"Pleasing kiki"&lt;/a&gt;. But, I am taking resumes. Please atleast include any thing you feel is necessary to tell me about yourself, and what some specialties may be. I will be choosing the "winners" sometime in the near future. I will have alot of thinking to do because I want the best pleaser available. Please do not send in your resume if you are not willing to take off of work for this job. It may take hours, days, or weeks to finish the job. You must be willing to put this opportunity ahead of any other obligations you may have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and just so you know... Anything may happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also, any essays, songs, poems or stories written for me may help.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113415733738674803?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113415733738674803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113415733738674803' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113415733738674803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113415733738674803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/finally-that-time-is-here-updated.html' title='Finally That Time is Here *Updated*'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113408388170020425</id><published>2005-12-08T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T15:18:01.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sword or Dagger?</title><content type='html'>Dagger and I met through friend sometime around the month of March '05. He's a pretty damn good looking young man. The most beautiful eyes! We flirted a little here and there. No big deal. We had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night he decides that if it weren't for Q then he would totally want to be with me. But Q and him are real good friends, and I hate to say it, but Q is definately obsessed with me. We made out alot that night but nothing else happened. I had to drive him to my house because he was drunk and he just crashed on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, by make out alot, I mean, MAKE OUT ALOT. He also kept telling me how he really wishes it could happen... Yadda yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I went out on the lake with my friends, he happened to be there, and he was being an ass the whole time. Later that night I found out that he had gotten back together with his ex. I'm thinking she heard about what was going on and got jealous. So, she wanted him back (Stupid whore. I AM WAY CUTER!! lol). I was really upset. Really pissed. He's so lucky I didn't have sex with him otherwise I would've kicked his ass. We never talked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to a few weeks ago. I had heard through the gossip mill of Nowhere that Dagger and Stupid Whore had broken up. I decided it didn't matter to me anymore so when I saw him at a local tavern I decided I'd suck it up and say hi. We got along very well that night. Ever since, Dagger has been kissing me ass. Way kissing my ass. He keeps asking me out for dinner, keeps wanting to spend tiome with me, he keeps asking me to give him another chance, and keeps telling me how he made a stupid stupid mistake and he wishes he could go back in time. Yeah.. Whatever. LOL. But at the same time I can't help but want to hang out with him. I mean, he's really kissing my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A msg he sent to me a few nights ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;2 me you are unbelievably gorgeous. There isn't a word beautiful enough that could explain you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You make me feel funny in a good way.When I get close to you it's like I panic. I don't know, you just get to me. I want to date you so badly and not just to have sex with you. I wouldn't care if it was for a month, two months, or a year. i like everything about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crock of shit but for now, I'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not getting into my pants though. I will not let him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113408388170020425?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113408388170020425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113408388170020425' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113408388170020425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113408388170020425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/sword-or-dagger.html' title='Sword or Dagger?'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113406242567579877</id><published>2005-12-08T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T09:20:25.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Loves Me</title><content type='html'>I've haven't posted since, what? Friday? If not earlier. I have a lot of catching up to do. Don't want to get too into detail so I will try my hardest not to bore ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I stopped over at Juicy's, hung out with Joe, and then picked up Dagger (I will tell the tale of Dagger later on). Dagger and I just watched TV and passed out someone early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning Dagger and I woke up around noon, but didn't get out of bed till around 2:30. We just laid there and talked. It was nice. Saturday night I worked at the bar and it was very, very, very slow. I didn't make much money and we only sold around 7 Prime Ribs. Christmas time for the bar-business is always kind of weird. After work Dagger got dropped off at my house and was being kind of an ass. He didn't seem drunk but I'm pretty sure he was. We just went to bed probably around 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning Dagger and I woke up around 10:30 and didn't get out of bed till probably around 3. Once again, we talked and talked and laid there. It's really nice. :D Around 7 I went to work at the bar. It was even slower on Sunday. I got around 6 people at the max. I was home and in bed around 11:30. Heart stopped over real quick... And didn't get there until friggin' 2am!!! Henceforth, I was late on Monday morning, so I just called in sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night I went to Money's new house he just moved into with 3 of my other friends. I just stopped around 12 to see the house and say hi. While sitting there I said I would have one beer. One turned to many. It was fun though. Everyone said they would stay up all night with me... And they did. Godzilla's son and I used to have a thing but we don't talk anymore. He was there and we got along great. It was real nice. I had a lot of fun. And I got to make out with GJ. No more though. That was naughty. I was drunk! Never going to happen again. Nope. Nope. Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home around 6 I went to lay down for a minute. I must've thought it was going to sober me up. It didn't. I fell asleep. I woke up around 7:30 and decided I am way too old to be pulling all-nighters. I called in sick to work again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really worn down from working so much too, because I can normally pull an all-nighter anytime. I could go 2 days without sleeping. But I think the lack of sleep I've been getting just caught up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime. I've been trying to be the bestest friend I can be to Juicy. She has way to much shit on her shoulders right now and just about all of it is not her fault. Two of her friends (one of which I really wanted to get to know more, and befriend but I am just so busy all the time) are moving away. And these two have had a lot of drama lately and now it's all being blamed on Juicy (this is what I'm understanding. I may be wrong but it's just what I'm getting). Poor Juicy has now lost two of her real good friends, amd they didn't leave on good terms either. I feel very sad for her. I'm about ready to cry. And it doesn't even effect me. Give Juicy lots of blog-hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make this as short and sweet as possible but it didn't quite work. I got the over abundance of sweetness that I hold will make up for it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113406242567579877?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113406242567579877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113406242567579877' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113406242567579877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113406242567579877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/drama-loves-me.html' title='Drama Loves Me'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113355591659873026</id><published>2005-12-02T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T12:38:38.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tell.fll.purdue.edu/JapanProj/FLClipart/Medical/vomit.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tell.fll.purdue.edu/JapanProj/FLClipart/Medical/vomit.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. G decided to make a comment about my breasticles by using the word "tits". Girls don't use the word tits... (You filthy little girl, you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about how "tits" sounds kinda raunchy I thought of other words I won't use...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example The "C" word. I won't use it. It sounds nasty and it's just down right mean (if you're calling someone by that name)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the word I hate is the "p" word. I won't use it when referring to "it".&lt;br /&gt;I will use it when saying, for example, "Joe, Labbie, Married man, you're all being Pussies". But referring it to the vagina just make me wanna vomit. I can't even say it. I've tried... but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there some kind of help I can get for this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113355591659873026?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113355591659873026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113355591659873026' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113355591659873026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113355591659873026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/potty-mouth.html' title='Potty Mouth'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113347245140510932</id><published>2005-12-01T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T13:48:52.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.informatik.fh-kl.de/~brackly/download/Bilder/mickey-finger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.informatik.fh-kl.de/~brackly/download/Bilder/mickey-finger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I switched with the new Wed Night bartender because she's going out of town. I'm glad that I did because is was very, very busy. It almost felt like a Saturday night. I had a ton of fun and made a shit load of money. More than I did my first Saturday working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I'm sitting at the bank and I get a call from Rugby. (The owner). She cash box is off and he basically was blaming it on me. Everything was normal last night (besides the fact that it was busy). Fuck him. I have been there for six months and we made way more than what its off. If I was going to steal, it would've been for alot more and I would've done it before I made good relationships with people. I work hard for my money and I hate the fact that people rip-off others. It's not fair and I would never do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to think about everyone who was there (yeah, okay buddy... We had a full bar) and right down as much as I remember. Because you know, I have the time to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends who runs a bar down town said they're looking for a new bartender for fri-mon nights... Maybe I should just tell Rugby to fuck off and get a job there. I'd take home ALOT more money, and I'd get to see my friends more often. &lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt; it's right in town, 1/4 of a mile from my house, I'd have a safer ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what happens with Rugby's bar first. I don't want to make it look like I was guilty by leaving right away. Fuck it, we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113347245140510932?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113347245140510932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113347245140510932' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113347245140510932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113347245140510932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/12/fuck-off.html' title='Fuck Off'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113338805873137271</id><published>2005-11-30T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T14:09:56.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Like a Pig in Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://alan.levien.com/alan.happy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://alan.levien.com/alan.happy.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my boots in the mail today. They fit so well. I love 'em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113338805873137271?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113338805873137271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113338805873137271' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113338805873137271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113338805873137271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-like-pig-in-shit.html' title='Happy Like a Pig in Shit'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113337009703279360</id><published>2005-11-30T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T09:02:47.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's all You're Getting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/1600/Eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1671/993/320/Eyes.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113337009703279360?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113337009703279360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113337009703279360' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113337009703279360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113337009703279360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/11/thats-all-youre-getting.html' title='That&apos;s all You&apos;re Getting'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113336808190768625</id><published>2005-11-30T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T08:31:14.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Old Pal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Before I was born, my dad's parents bought me a stuffed rocking horse with a musical box inside. When I was still sleeping in a crib and drinking bottles (you know how the first born grandchild is completely babied) I would sleep with it every night. Not even a whole 3 times through winding it up, and I was asleep. My bottle rested perfectly between the stomach and the rockers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This horse traveled with me throughout my whole life. My dad had it at his house for a while. My grandparents had it at theres, and when I went down to Arizona about 10 years ago to visit my dad, grandma, and grandpa (they had moved down there for a few years), they all made sure I took it home with me. They couldn't believe the music box still worked after all those years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I would visit my my grandparents &amp; dad, or talk to any of them on the phone, they'd ask if I still had my rocking horse and if it still played music. My answer was always "yes" &amp;amp; "yes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was doing alot of moving in the last year and a half I got rid of alot of stuffed animals. I am an adult now. I don't need stuffed teddys and dolls that don't have any signifigants to me. After a couple months of realizing I couldn't find my horse, I thought I had thrown him away also. I was rather upset. That horse has found it's way back to me for about 20 years now, and it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Wednesday before Thanksgiving I was at my mom's house hanging out with my brother and sister and my sister asked if I was missing a t-shirt. And as a matter of fact, I was talking about how I hadn't seen that t-shirt the day before. So when she was giving me that she took me through the attic to show me all the things she's found of mine. I asked her if by any chance she saw a rocking horse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure as shit she said she's seen it. We found it in the attic, but when I went to play the music, it wasn't working too well. The spring must be shot on it. But that horse lasted over 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my dad and told him what happened. He kind of laughed at me and leaned over to my grandpa and said "Kiki's freaking out because her horse isn't playing music."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take it in to get it fixed. We'll have to do major stomach surgery on it, but it must be done. That horse means so much to me. It's been in my life more than my own mother has(Seriously). I don't think there is anyone in this area that could fix a music box, but it means so much to me. It must be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may take it down to Chicago with me next time I go down there. Chicag's a large city so there must be an old man who does it for a hobby. Or maybe there actually will be a repair store. I hope so. I'm still planning on giving it to my first born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113336808190768625?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113336808190768625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113336808190768625' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113336808190768625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113336808190768625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/11/old-pal.html' title='An Old Pal'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113336318821590033</id><published>2005-11-30T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T07:16:42.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I am a Material Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I remember when I was younger I would go to my dad and step mom's just about every weekend and every other holiday. My step mom was kind of a bitch but I loved to see my dad and I loved to see my 3 sisters Hac1 Hac2 &amp; Hac3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one time I was staying there for a weekend and playing hide &amp;amp; seek with The 3 Hacs. I was hiding in the bottom cabinet of a wall unit when my dad yelled for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kiki! Kiki! Your song is on! Get out here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the Television. Madonna's "Material Girl" video was on. I just kind of looked at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is my song? Do I know this song?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I thought you liked it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I think I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my dad and I just stood there watching the Material Girl video together. We watched Madonna dance around in her hot pink dress and bleach blonde hair with her tuxedo's men dancing with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now every time someone says "materialistic" or "material object" I think of that video. And then, I think of my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113336318821590033?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113336318821590033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113336318821590033' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113336318821590033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113336318821590033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-i-am-material-girl.html' title='And I am a Material Girl'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113330061848343381</id><published>2005-11-29T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T13:43:38.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friggin' Idiot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today was the final (I hope) step to our annual compliance training. We have a course that we are taking online this year, and let me tell you... slightly retarded. I think even Mrs. Giggles could get right through it (just kidding Mrs. G-dawg). Well, after reading through the courses I took the "self checks" did the review and went for the final exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Three tries later... I PASSED... I don't like to read about reg's... Not fun. Obviously I wasn't paying attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113330061848343381?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113330061848343381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113330061848343381' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113330061848343381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113330061848343381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/11/friggin-idiot.html' title='Friggin&apos; Idiot'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113328273173034833</id><published>2005-11-29T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T08:45:31.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tst Tst</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No, that is not the sound of a beer can opening. I am being shamed. I've been naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I was going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-wanna-get-physical-physical.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;start working out, eating better, and losing weight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Well, I'm not doing a very good job. I started working extra hours after that and wasn't getting any sleep. I didn't have time to go to the Gym because I was always at work. I didn't have time to eat better because I was on the go and had to eat 30 second meals. Well, I decided this was the week that I was going to start all over again. Damnit! Guess what? I was asked to cover for someone last night, so I couldn't work out. Then I normally work at the bar tonight but another girl and I switched so I work tomorrow night instead, but because of my long weekend I'm too tired to do anything tonight. And then I can't tomorrow night because I will be at work. So I guess I'm going to have to start working out Thursday night? And that's only if it doesn't interfere with my O.C. time. I am watching what I'm eating though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113328273173034833?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113328273173034833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113328273173034833' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113328273173034833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113328273173034833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/11/tst-tst.html' title='Tst Tst'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113328156159849912</id><published>2005-11-29T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T08:26:01.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A-Buhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I worked out at the bar last night and now I feel like shit. All night I was completly tired, and useless. I barely stocked any coolers and I did a half-ass job on the dishes. Today, I feel worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I think my weekend was just rather long and I just need a good nights sleep, maybe a good lay (&lt;em&gt;hey, that sounds like a good idea... who could I call...?&lt;/em&gt;), and to just chilaxe. I'm thinking of renting &lt;em&gt;Spaceballs&lt;/em&gt;. I haven't seen that movie in FOR-EV-ER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'll call Heart and see if he wants to hang for bit. Maybe do my dishes for me. Just kidding. He had to put his dog down last night. I'm not 100% sure why, but I think it may because he's bitten Heart's mom a couple times... Not good. We're thinking She may have caused the dog to freak out, but still... Not a good thing to have a PitBull that bites. Dangerous! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So I'm just sitting here at work. Bored. Trying not to fall asleep. And all this typing is making my hands and wrists hurt even more (Damn cold air).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113328156159849912?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113328156159849912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113328156159849912' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113328156159849912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113328156159849912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/11/buhhhhhhh.html' title='A-Buhhhhhhh'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113321275494233110</id><published>2005-11-28T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T13:19:14.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Nutshell</title><content type='html'>Well I mostly kept ya posted on how my weekend went. But I didn't do a very good job at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I, Kiki the Cake, am now going to re-cap on this weekend's events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed Night - Hung out with the bro and the sis. We went to see Harry Potter. Passed out on The Mom's couch while doing my Laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs Morn - Got a late start but left the house by 7:00am to meet The mom at work at start heading down to Chicago. Weather wasn't the greatest. Very windy. By the time we got an hour south to mom's work, much better. Mom drove until we got to the Portage area then I drove the rest of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs afternoon - Got to The Grandma's house and helped cook. I made the&lt;br /&gt;Antique broccoli (didn't even try it), Corn soufflé, and mashed potato's. Other members of the family came over and we had our dinner. I had one plate and thought I was going to vomit. Normally I eat about 100 plates. Mom and I finished off two bottles of White Zin... NUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - The Mom and The Grandma went shopping early to get what sales they could. Also, to get the kids' presents (yes, this includes me.) Then we all went downtown together and did more shopping. Borders, Marshall Field's, and Old Navy were the few stops we made. It was very cold and noone really felt like doing major shopping. We ordered an extra large S.O.B. (Sausage Onion and Barbecue Sause) Pizza from Rosati's. YUMMAY!!! So good. I miss that shit. We were lazy the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Mom, Bro, and Sis all went to Woodfield mall. We ate at The Rainforest Cafe and Mom bought me a $10.95 Mai Tai. It was good though. And we got to keep the cup that lights up and flashes. We did our shopping and spent way to much. But that's what Chicago's all about. Right? On our way back from the mall my brother just had to stop at White Castle and try a slider. YUCK! I think that was the worst "hamburger" I have ever had. I can't believe people actually eat those!! We got back to my grandma's apt and just chilled. Thanksgiving left overs were eatin by all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Drove home. Long Drive. Uncomfortable. Boring. We got home and then I had to turn around and go to work at the bar...&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LONG WEEKEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113321275494233110?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113321275494233110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113321275494233110' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113321275494233110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113321275494233110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-nutshell.html' title='In a Nutshell'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113320334376768506</id><published>2005-11-28T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T10:42:23.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Be Tagged</title><content type='html'>Well, I didn't get Tagged, and I didn't want to be tagged, but I saw that Labbie tagged JoeFish, and JoeFish wasn't going to comply, plus I was bored, so look what I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I was doing ten years ago:&lt;/strong&gt; I was 10. I was in 5th grade and I was litle miss popularity. All I cared about was clothes, and friends, and beating up on my little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I was doing five years ago:&lt;/strong&gt; I was 15 years old and on my Sophomore year in high school. I had been just over a year into my first job. And loving it. I didn't have any bills to pay, and my only worry was making it to state for Solo &amp; Ensemble and Dance Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I was doing one year ago: &lt;/strong&gt;I was working at the bank I am currently at, and one night a week "short-girling" at the bar downtown. Heath and I partied alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I did yesterday: &lt;/strong&gt;I drove home from the longest week of my entire life. As soon as I got home I ate my last pizza for a long time and got read to work at the bar. I only had about an hour in between getting home and leaving for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five snacks I enjoy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tostitos &amp;amp; Salsa&lt;br /&gt;2. Pretzels with mustard.&lt;br /&gt;3. Jalapeno potato chips&lt;br /&gt;4. Cheese &amp;/or Sausage &amp;amp; crackers&lt;br /&gt;5. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Songs to which I know all the words&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Gretchen Wilson's "Redneck Woman"&lt;br /&gt;2. Rebecca Lynn Howard's "Forgive"&lt;br /&gt;3. Sara Evan's "Tonight"&lt;br /&gt;4. Kelly Clarkson's "Since You've been Gone"&lt;br /&gt;5. Foo Fighter's "Best of You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Things I would do with $100 Million:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to College&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy a home in the mountains&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy a Home at some remote resort on secluded Caribbean Island&lt;br /&gt;4. Invest&lt;br /&gt;5. Go visit all my blogger buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Places to run away:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cabo San Lucas&lt;br /&gt;2. Colorado&lt;br /&gt;3. Roma, Italia&lt;br /&gt;4. La Moille, IL&lt;br /&gt;5. Key West, FL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five bad habits that I have (only five?):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Biting my nails. I have cut back to clipping them all the time instead&lt;br /&gt;2. Sleeping in that extra fifteen minutes that not only does not help, but makes me late to work&lt;br /&gt;3. Procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;4. Not trusting anyone at all. One must earn my trust first&lt;br /&gt;5. Snacking &amp; Eating uncontrolably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five things I like doing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Making out&lt;br /&gt;2. Bitching about co-workers &amp;amp; tattling on them&lt;br /&gt;3. Singing&lt;br /&gt;4. Shoopping&lt;br /&gt;5. CakeFive things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five thing I would never wear:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spandex.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hot Pants/Short Shorts&lt;br /&gt;3. A size 2. I could before, but never again!!&lt;br /&gt;4. FUBU. Oh hell's no!&lt;br /&gt;5. Any of Puff Daddy's clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Favorite TV Shows:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. The O.C., Foc Thursdays&lt;br /&gt;2. Friends, Reruns!!! 7 nights a week on just about every chanell!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Late nights on Cartoon Network&lt;br /&gt;4. Anything on the Discovery Channel&lt;br /&gt;5. MTV Reality shows... I'm a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Biggest Joys In My Life&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. My friends&lt;br /&gt;2. Shopping&lt;br /&gt;3. My family, most days.&lt;br /&gt;4. Going to Sports events. High school, pro, college, you name it, I have fun&lt;br /&gt;5. Dancing &amp;amp; Singing. That is what I would love to do after school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Favorite Toys:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bob&lt;br /&gt;2. My Cell Phone&lt;br /&gt;3. My Alero&lt;br /&gt;4. If I had a laptop I know it would be right here.&lt;br /&gt;5. Did I mention Bob??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag.... &lt;a href="http://www.astrangebreedoffreak.blogspot.com"&gt;Ja-Uicy&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113320334376768506?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113320334376768506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113320334376768506' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113320334376768506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113320334376768506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-wanna-be-tagged.html' title='I Wanna Be Tagged'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113319626479933923</id><published>2005-11-28T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T08:44:24.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Book Collection</title><content type='html'>When I was down in Chicago this past weekend one of the stops we made was at Borders. It is a big bookstore. In case you didn't know. This weekend I decided that I need to start some sort of book collection. I look dumb without any books at home. So far, I've purchased "The Wedding and "4 Blondes". These were not my first selections. My first selection was the following book, of which, I did not purchase. But I do see that online, it is about half the price, so I may be pulling out my debit card and buying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0743496256.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It is very shiny and would look good on my coffee table. &lt;em&gt;Or&lt;/em&gt; Juicy and I were considering buying an extra copy and sending it to Labbie. Just thinkin' aboutca darlin'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113319626479933923?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113319626479933923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113319626479933923' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113319626479933923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113319626479933923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-book-collection.html' title='My Book Collection'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113305649352214784</id><published>2005-11-26T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T17:54:53.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.buildabear.com/ProductImages/BABW_US/Large/2458_7371L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.buildabear.com/ProductImages/BABW_US/Large/2458_7371L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I spent another hundred bucks at the mall today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did finally give my little sister her birthday present. Her birthday was Febuary and I wanted to take her to Build-a-Bear Workshop, but the closest one to my town in Appleton. So, now that we went to Woodfield I was able to take her. She got a little bear with a hockey outfit on, because she plays hockey. I got the same bear in a different shade but I dressed it as a ballerina. We named them Pucky and Reena. Can you figure out which is which? Her bear even has glasses just like her. It's so cute. And really, they aren't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; expensive. I thought they would be more. But once you put the clothes on, and get the extra accessories, it kind of adds up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://altura.speedera.net/ccimg.catalogcity.com/210000/210400/210447/products/thumb10420896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px" height="160" alt="" src="http://altura.speedera.net/ccimg.catalogcity.com/210000/210400/210447/products/thumb10420896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got another scarf and another pair of sunglasses. I also bought myself a few other things. Hey,&lt;br /&gt;I paid my bills for this pay period so I can spend a little extra money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113305649352214784?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113305649352214784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113305649352214784' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113305649352214784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113305649352214784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/11/not-again.html' title='Not Again'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113302140602336746</id><published>2005-11-26T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T08:10:06.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oosps</title><content type='html'>Well I spent plenty of money yesterday downtown. I am done with my sister and my brother. The rest of money spent was for me. :D I'm annoyed with my mom and grandma already. I could kick them both in the teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Mom is rushing me to jump in the shower so that we can go to Woodfield mall. (Best mall ever!) So I shall be off.&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113302140602336746?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113302140602336746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113302140602336746' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113302140602336746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113302140602336746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/11/oosps.html' title='Oosps'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113278119070114337</id><published>2005-11-23T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T13:26:30.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Cloud of Camel Dust</title><content type='html'>I am off!! Off the the wonderful world of Chicago!! Yay me. I'm going down for Thanksgiving to visit my grandma, cousins, etc... It should be fun!! Then Friday we do all of out "Day after Thanksgiving" shopping. I hate how the "day after thanksgiving" shopping has become so commercial though. I used to just go out with my grandma because we were together at that time of year, and it's been a family tradition. Now, everyone and their mother just &lt;em&gt;has &lt;/em&gt;to go out at 5am for their stupid Tickle-me Elmo's and Furby's. We go down to on State street the the big stores, so I guess it's not so ghetto. I'm sometimes lucky enough to get to eat underneath the big Christmas tree in the Walnut Room at Marshall Field's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably be able to post about my adventures in Chi-town while I'm down there because the Grandma has a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a Happy Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS. IT IS NOT CALLED TURKEY DAY!!!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113278119070114337?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113278119070114337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113278119070114337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113278119070114337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113278119070114337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-cloud-of-camel-dust.html' title='In a Cloud of Camel Dust'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113277504714155205</id><published>2005-11-23T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T11:44:07.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friggin' Genius!!</title><content type='html'>So Chicken Lala grabbed a Lifesaver out of our new little candy jar and asked, "I wonder who came up with the idea of a Lifesaver. I mean, who thinks of a candy and puts a whole in the middle".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I responded with my ingenius answer, "Well, because they're &lt;em&gt;Lifesavers&lt;/em&gt; so incase you choke on them there's a whole in the middle so you can still breath. So it &lt;em&gt;Saves your Life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all just laughed at me and said "You're too cute, Kiki."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made sense to me. I thought it actually sounded pretty smart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113277504714155205?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113277504714155205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113277504714155205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113277504714155205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113277504714155205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/11/friggin-genius.html' title='Friggin&apos; Genius!!'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113276535148659928</id><published>2005-11-23T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T09:04:08.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First One</title><content type='html'>Today I decided to up &amp;amp; email Anthony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinkin' about shopping for Christmas and I wanted to buy myself a Laptop. So, I emailed him asking how much he paid when he recently purchased him... Here's the Convo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kiki: Hey how much did you pay for your laptop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anthony: Are you still mad at me or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K: I don't know. Haven't decided yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A: Well, let me know when you decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K: It's not that I'm mad at you. I mean, you didn't do anything to make me mad. I'm just kind of upset, but it's not your fault at all. I just don't really wanna talk to you that much right now.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about getting a laptop when I go down to Chicago, and I was just wondering about how much you paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A: I paid about $1100.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Well just in case I don't get a chance to talk to you for the rest of the day, have fun in Chicago and have a good Thanksgiving. Drive Safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading that last email reminds me of the fact that he actually does care about me. I just wish he cared about me the way I wanted him to. :'( I think I've decided that I just need to get over it and move on. By the time I finally move on, I won't feel weird around him, and I won't get upset about everything he does with every other WHORE in town (lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna spend time with him again. Like we used to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113276535148659928?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113276535148659928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113276535148659928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113276535148659928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113276535148659928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-one.html' title='First One'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113268641413386253</id><published>2005-11-22T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T11:06:54.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Li'l Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://altura.speedera.net/ccimg.catalogcity.com/210000/212900/212925/Products/9484013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="273" alt="" src="http://altura.speedera.net/ccimg.catalogcity.com/210000/212900/212925/Products/9484013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm am so happy right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cruisin' around on &lt;a href="http://www.ebay.com"&gt;Ebay&lt;/a&gt; and found the boots I wanted &lt;em&gt;last year&lt;/em&gt; for Christmas. I wanted them more than anything else, but when my Grandma went to get them for me, they were all out. She couldn't find them anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were around $60.00 last winter and I got them for less than $45.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THANK THE LORD FOR &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11973242-113268641413386253?l=girloftheshots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/feeds/113268641413386253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11973242&amp;postID=113268641413386253' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113268641413386253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11973242/posts/default/113268641413386253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girloftheshots.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-lil-blogger.html' title='Happy Li&apos;l Blogger'/><author><name>kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00504340748331736786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i280/capellokid/000_0017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11973242.post-113338527384291496</id><published>2005-11-21T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T13:16:14.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Not to Tease... 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