<?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-5292402481598167081</id><updated>2011-12-01T04:51:51.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Boring Blog Ever</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog of blatant blandness</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-4295463568120179207</id><published>2011-05-30T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T18:59:24.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel a Stupid Sense of Superiority</title><content type='html'>When the mosquitoes are biting other people in my backyard and not me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-4295463568120179207?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4295463568120179207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=4295463568120179207' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/4295463568120179207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/4295463568120179207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-feel-stupid-sense-of-superiority.html' title='I Feel a Stupid Sense of Superiority'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-1043968977105536379</id><published>2010-03-27T05:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T05:43:50.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think...</title><content type='html'>I need to meet Donald Sutherland and everything will be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-1043968977105536379?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-6976259666126446092</id><published>2010-03-27T05:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:06:30.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Shuffles Makes Everything Good Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S639S5uGWrI/AAAAAAAAA10/CAMPAH6v-wE/s1600/MisterShufflesAvatar1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453293224989186738" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S639S5uGWrI/AAAAAAAAA10/CAMPAH6v-wE/s320/MisterShufflesAvatar1.png" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 192px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 182px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.salon.com/blog/beth_mann/2010/03/28/mr_shuffles_makes_me_smile"&gt;He's a special elephant who lived when he wasn't supposed to. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-6976259666126446092?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6976259666126446092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=6976259666126446092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/6976259666126446092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/6976259666126446092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2010/03/mr-shuffles-saved-my-life.html' title='Mr. Shuffles Makes Everything Good Again'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/S639S5uGWrI/AAAAAAAAA10/CAMPAH6v-wE/s72-c/MisterShufflesAvatar1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-7531499092882838469</id><published>2010-03-24T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T15:25:50.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dolls</title><content type='html'>I like to refer to any pill I take as "my dolls." This includes aspirin and vitamins. If I can't find them, I like to say, "Where are my dolls?" real dramatic-like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-7531499092882838469?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7531499092882838469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=7531499092882838469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/7531499092882838469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/7531499092882838469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-dolls.html' title='My Dolls'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-7652708039234466394</id><published>2010-03-24T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T15:24:01.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hair Dryer Broke</title><content type='html'>The nozzle fell off and heating element was exposed. It was bright red and horrific looking! Like some sci-fi weapon. I fixed it but still...I know what lurks beneath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-7652708039234466394?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7652708039234466394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=7652708039234466394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/7652708039234466394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/7652708039234466394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-hair-dryer-broke.html' title='My Hair Dryer Broke'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-5345381829318458246</id><published>2010-03-24T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T15:16:47.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Beth Droped by Today</title><content type='html'>She brought me a gift bag. It had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 teabags&lt;br /&gt;1 can of lentil soup&lt;br /&gt;The first season of Friday Night Lights&lt;br /&gt;2 beers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sick or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-5345381829318458246?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5345381829318458246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=5345381829318458246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/5345381829318458246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/5345381829318458246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2010/03/other-beth-droped-by-today.html' title='The Other Beth Droped by Today'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-6144291402582260530</id><published>2010-03-24T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T15:14:05.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Use a Recipe when I make Cookies</title><content type='html'>I just wing it. This makes me feel like a revolutionary, in a very small way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-6144291402582260530?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6144291402582260530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=6144291402582260530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/6144291402582260530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/6144291402582260530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-use-recipe-when-i-make-cookies.html' title='I Don&apos;t Use a Recipe when I make Cookies'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-880445150643893766</id><published>2010-03-24T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T15:11:47.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pete Gave me a Hat</title><content type='html'>He made it himself. He knits. It's a huge hat. I don't like it. I won't put it in my drawer because that means I own it. So it lies on my bureau, taking up space. I'm beginning to resent that hat even though it was a kind gesture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-880445150643893766?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/880445150643893766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=880445150643893766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/880445150643893766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/880445150643893766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2010/03/pete-gave-me-hat.html' title='Pete Gave me a Hat'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-3149390950203514568</id><published>2009-11-23T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T06:03:00.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Keep Leaving my Bike out in the Rain</title><content type='html'>This makes me feel irresponsible. Each time it rains, I vow to change. But I do not. My bike is getting rusty. What can I do  to break this vicious cycle?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-3149390950203514568?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3149390950203514568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=3149390950203514568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/3149390950203514568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/3149390950203514568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-keep-leaving-my-bike-out-in-rain.html' title='I Keep Leaving my Bike out in the Rain'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-8819780668144582084</id><published>2009-11-20T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:19:28.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of a Good Can Opener</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kitchenniche.ca/images/can%20opener%20dalla%20piazza%2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 192px;" src="http://www.kitchenniche.ca/images/can%20opener%20dalla%20piazza%2011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It can't be stressed enough. A good can opener is worth its weight in gold. Don't scrimp. Don't get the cheapos. It's not worth it in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, not electric ones. You don't want to depend on something electric to open your cans. Think about it. And really, if you don't have enough energy to use a hand-held can opener, you should give it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-8819780668144582084?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8819780668144582084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=8819780668144582084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/8819780668144582084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/8819780668144582084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2009/11/importance-of-good-can-opener.html' title='The Importance of a Good Can Opener'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-9640957720924414</id><published>2009-10-05T11:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:08:34.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Haven't Found Black Thong</title><content type='html'>I've pretty much given up hope on ever finding them. (&lt;a href="http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2009/06/have-you-seen-my-black-thong-underwear.html"&gt;Read post for full story.&lt;/a&gt;) There's hardly a day that goes by that I don't reach into my underwear drawer and wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-9640957720924414?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/9640957720924414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=9640957720924414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/9640957720924414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/9640957720924414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2009/10/still-havent-found-black-thong.html' title='Still Haven&apos;t Found Black Thong'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-7213151696162891475</id><published>2009-10-05T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:44:32.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange Spot on New Shirt!</title><content type='html'>How is it possible? And what is it? I just bought it. I can only imagine what gross thing it could be. Damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-7213151696162891475?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7213151696162891475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=7213151696162891475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/7213151696162891475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/7213151696162891475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2009/10/orange-spot-on-new-shirt.html' title='Orange Spot on New Shirt!'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-2671030598806404570</id><published>2009-09-05T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:50:03.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glitter in Car - Just in Case</title><content type='html'>I have a little vial of glitter in my car. Its been in their for years. I keep wondering why I keep it there...what event will I attend where I will say to self, "It's a good thing I have that glitter in the car."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-2671030598806404570?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2671030598806404570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=2671030598806404570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/2671030598806404570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/2671030598806404570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2009/10/glitter-in-car-just-in-case.html' title='Glitter in Car - Just in Case'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-1117586269265954080</id><published>2009-08-31T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:56:10.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Roommate Left his Soap Here and it Grosses me Out a Little</title><content type='html'>It's deodorant soap and it reeks of crappy, guy-scented stuff. I want to throw it out but I keep forgetting. Plus I'll have to touch it and its slimy. I wonder when I'll ever get to it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once while in the shower, I fantasized about sending him the bar of soap in an envelope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-1117586269265954080?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1117586269265954080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=1117586269265954080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/1117586269265954080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/1117586269265954080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-roommate-left-his-soap-here-and-it.html' title='My Roommate Left his Soap Here and it Grosses me Out a Little'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-3559385559678195266</id><published>2009-06-17T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T07:01:01.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you seen my Black Thong Underwear?</title><content type='html'>I've lost my favorite pair of underwear and I'm curious if you've seen them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most thong underwear is meant to slowly torture you. It's worse than water boarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this pair? Torture free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now they're gone. Where could they be? I've looked behind my bed. I've looked in my closet. I've looked...they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where they are?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-3559385559678195266?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3559385559678195266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=3559385559678195266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/3559385559678195266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/3559385559678195266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2009/06/have-you-seen-my-black-thong-underwear.html' title='Have you seen my Black Thong Underwear?'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-4924167820646025154</id><published>2009-06-17T06:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T06:53:07.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edgar Allan Poe Stamps</title><content type='html'>My friend gave me Edgar Allan Poe stamps and they're gorgeous. I swore to never use them. Hung on my wall, I stared at them lovingly. They are the untouchable stamps, meant for collecting only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's until my cable bill was due and I realized I had no regular stamps. One Poe, gone. Then my car registration needed renewed. Two Poes gone. Then my passport needed renewed. Three, four Poes gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining Poes give me dirty looks now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-4924167820646025154?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4924167820646025154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=4924167820646025154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/4924167820646025154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/4924167820646025154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2009/06/edgar-allan-poe-stamps.html' title='Edgar Allan Poe Stamps'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-4639664096117139962</id><published>2009-06-17T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T06:49:26.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muffler Tape!</title><content type='html'>What is this glorious tape I've discovered? Is it magical? Has it been spun by angels? No doubt. No doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wound this glorious tape around a rusted hole in my muffler and the whistling has disappeared! Forever! Never to torture my ears (or others).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffler tape, I think I love you. No, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-4639664096117139962?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4639664096117139962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=4639664096117139962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/4639664096117139962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/4639664096117139962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2009/06/muffler-tape.html' title='Muffler Tape!'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-3032858887300451349</id><published>2009-05-05T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:33:12.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hairdresser Bleeds</title><content type='html'>My hairdresser nicked her hand on her scissors while cutting my hair today. She started bleeding a fair amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet her blood is in my hair right now and I'm not okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I could wash my hair though it looks really good right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-3032858887300451349?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3032858887300451349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=3032858887300451349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/3032858887300451349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/3032858887300451349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-hairdresser-bleeds.html' title='My Hairdresser Bleeds'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-3074195434503174825</id><published>2009-05-05T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:28:09.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Levee Breaks</title><content type='html'>One of the best stripteases I've ever seen was at All in the Family Lounge, a legendary, seedy strip club in Philly. The woman danced to Zeppelin's When the Levee Breaks. Now when I hear that song, I feel compelled to get naked or have sex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-3074195434503174825?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3074195434503174825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=3074195434503174825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/3074195434503174825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/3074195434503174825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-levee-breaks.html' title='When the Levee Breaks'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-5685332113650398112</id><published>2009-04-03T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:12:26.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling Person by Dog's Name</title><content type='html'>My friends' father is Chip. His dog is Buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taken me about two years to get that straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my friend Kenneth visited, I pointed out the father and told him to go introduce himself to Buddy. Which he did. "Hey, Buddy, it's nice to meet you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awkward for all parties, even for the dog who perked up his ears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-5685332113650398112?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5685332113650398112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=5685332113650398112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/5685332113650398112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/5685332113650398112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2009/04/calling-person-by-dogs-name.html' title='Calling Person by Dog&apos;s Name'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-6233803739321007597</id><published>2009-02-05T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:27:22.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherries and Arsenic</title><content type='html'>I stuck a pound of cherries in a juicer yesterday, pits and all (I figured the pits were good for you too, so why not?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach started hurting after an hour. I went online and read that cherry pits contain trace amounts of arsenic and can kill you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how little I cared. As a matter of fact, I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did Beth die?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cherries. She cherried herself to death."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-6233803739321007597?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6233803739321007597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=6233803739321007597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/6233803739321007597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/6233803739321007597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/cherries-and-arsenic.html' title='Cherries and Arsenic'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-506505355652749274</id><published>2009-02-05T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:25:00.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Goose, a Lake and Me</title><content type='html'>Went for a run near a lake yesterday. I stopped to stretch and scared away a big flock of geese. I apologized to them but they flew off anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One goose remained and got out of the lake and plopped down right next to me! I was so flattered. He tucked his bill in his feathers and napped. What trust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that roused her was a gunshot in the distance. I felt sad for her. Gunshots must always fill her with terror. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate hunters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the tables will turn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-506505355652749274?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/506505355652749274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=506505355652749274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/506505355652749274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/506505355652749274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/goose-lake-and-me.html' title='A Goose, a Lake and Me'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-5894826570126392424</id><published>2009-02-05T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:17:22.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing Food makes me Comfortable</title><content type='html'>I love the people in my life who feel comfortable enough with me to take food from my plate without asking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's closeness, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like doing the same with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-5894826570126392424?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5894826570126392424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=5894826570126392424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/5894826570126392424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/5894826570126392424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/sharing-food-makes-me-comfortable.html' title='Sharing Food makes me Comfortable'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-449267969852425209</id><published>2009-02-05T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:14:31.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive Fast, Take Chances</title><content type='html'>My friend Scott has some pretty eccentric relatives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time he leaves their home after a night of revelry, they say, "Drive fast, take chances." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me giggle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-449267969852425209?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/449267969852425209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=449267969852425209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/449267969852425209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/449267969852425209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/drive-fast-take-chances.html' title='Drive Fast, Take Chances'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-4111312588827470237</id><published>2009-01-07T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:12:02.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do the Local Lesbian Librarians Hate Me?</title><content type='html'>I don't know what I've done to these women but the dislike is palpable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may go gay just to appease them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to the library a lot, after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-4111312588827470237?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4111312588827470237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=4111312588827470237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/4111312588827470237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/4111312588827470237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-do-local-lesbian-librarians-hate-me.html' title='Why do the Local Lesbian Librarians Hate Me?'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-6193953662787516641</id><published>2009-01-02T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:04:12.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Turtlenecks</title><content type='html'>kinda work on everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should own one black turtleneck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proclamation has been made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go forth and carry the word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-6193953662787516641?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6193953662787516641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=6193953662787516641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/6193953662787516641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/6193953662787516641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/black-turtlenecks.html' title='Black Turtlenecks'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-2353428375314274250</id><published>2009-01-02T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:47:30.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Like When</title><content type='html'>people say "sweet" in that weird, used-to-be trendy way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want them to stop using that expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do I contact?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a committee?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-2353428375314274250?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2353428375314274250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=2353428375314274250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/2353428375314274250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/2353428375314274250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-like-when.html' title='I Don&apos;t Like When'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-243351023832849679</id><published>2008-12-14T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T06:26:22.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whispering</title><content type='html'>I love when someone whispers in my ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just melt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-243351023832849679?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/243351023832849679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=243351023832849679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/243351023832849679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/243351023832849679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/whispering.html' title='Whispering'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-6051068861357560286</id><published>2008-12-14T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T06:25:49.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still Have Trouble</title><content type='html'>processing that Robert Palmer is dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; dead? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shouldn't be dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-6051068861357560286?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6051068861357560286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=6051068861357560286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/6051068861357560286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/6051068861357560286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-still-have-trouble.html' title='I Still Have Trouble'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-3598690282480321931</id><published>2008-12-12T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:52:02.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's cold but...</title><content type='html'>my black padded bra keeps my breasts warm in the winter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're like sexy mittens for my boobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-3598690282480321931?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3598690282480321931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=3598690282480321931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/3598690282480321931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/3598690282480321931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-cold-but.html' title='It&apos;s cold but...'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-8289582101816655947</id><published>2008-12-10T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:53:44.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>While I Like the Act of Cuddling...</title><content type='html'>I don't like word. Especially when men use it. Same holds true with "snuggling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't like the word "supper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boyfriend of mine used the word "tummy" once and my libido dropped like a thermometer on a desert night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-8289582101816655947?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8289582101816655947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=8289582101816655947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/8289582101816655947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/8289582101816655947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/while-i-like-act-of-cuddling.html' title='While I Like the Act of Cuddling...'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-5331926105761401130</id><published>2008-12-01T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T15:38:50.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nihilistic Chocolate Chip Thoughts</title><content type='html'>The other day, I went to the grocery store with my friend Peggie. I bought a bag of chocolate chips. Peggie pointed out that they were on sale and I should get two bags. I thought to myself, "God, who knows if I'll be alive to use the second bag. Better not." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of positive thinking, working it magic again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-5331926105761401130?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5331926105761401130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=5331926105761401130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/5331926105761401130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/5331926105761401130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/nihilistic-chocolate-chip-thoughts.html' title='Nihilistic Chocolate Chip Thoughts'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-2944991952018734028</id><published>2008-12-01T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T15:35:50.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Time I Take a Bath...</title><content type='html'>I bring a book or a magazine into the bathroom with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I get in the water, I slip into some zombie-like self-hypnosis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for small miracles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-2944991952018734028?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2944991952018734028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=2944991952018734028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/2944991952018734028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/2944991952018734028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/every-time-i-take-bath.html' title='Every Time I Take a Bath...'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-2772634744200453894</id><published>2008-11-26T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T06:15:43.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl from Ipanema...</title><content type='html'>has always given me the creeps. It sounds like a song some weird guy lurking in a playground would sing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-2772634744200453894?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2772634744200453894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=2772634744200453894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/2772634744200453894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/2772634744200453894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/girl-from-ipanema.html' title='The Girl from Ipanema...'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-1110582076992797520</id><published>2008-11-22T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:15:39.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Replacement Windows...Will the Fun Never End?</title><content type='html'>I need replacement windows asap. Cold, old house. Thing is, the best guy is the most expensive guy and I don't know what to do. He also accepts credit cards. I feel incapacitated with indecision. This indecision could cost me my life, I fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-1110582076992797520?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1110582076992797520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=1110582076992797520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/1110582076992797520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/1110582076992797520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/replacement-windowswill-fun-never-end.html' title='Replacement Windows...Will the Fun Never End?'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-7892641646227275548</id><published>2008-11-22T07:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:11:25.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Only Like Coffee Hot</title><content type='html'>As well as soup. They both have to be very hot. I don't like beverages lukewarm. I just won't drink it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-7892641646227275548?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7892641646227275548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=7892641646227275548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/7892641646227275548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/7892641646227275548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-only-like-coffee-hot.html' title='I Only Like Coffee Hot'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-6067475489204208372</id><published>2008-11-20T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T15:44:12.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clint called my Bedroom Sexy</title><content type='html'>Clint, good friend and oldest of &lt;a href="http://blackholeswhitelines.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html"&gt;the brothers&lt;/a&gt;, walked in my bedroom last year and said, "Beth, your bedroom is sexy." I was really flattered and still think about that comment. I feel like I don't have all of the fancy or new things that I'd like. Sometimes this house feels likes its falling down around me..but somehow my bedroom still manages to radiate a sexy vibe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I could only have &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sex&lt;/span&gt; in it. That would make it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; sexy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-6067475489204208372?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6067475489204208372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=6067475489204208372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/6067475489204208372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/6067475489204208372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/clint-called-my-bedroom-sexy.html' title='Clint called my Bedroom Sexy'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-8417665178493855838</id><published>2008-11-05T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T06:55:14.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Took an Awesome Shot of a Crow</title><content type='html'>I really think I should send it into National Geographic. It's near perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall keep you waiting, with baited breath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-8417665178493855838?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8417665178493855838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=8417665178493855838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/8417665178493855838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/8417665178493855838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-took-awesome-shot-of-crow.html' title='I Took an Awesome Shot of a Crow'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-1163649970210547643</id><published>2008-11-05T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T07:30:11.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Panties in the Wind (sung to Elton John tune)</title><content type='html'>The wind was blowing so hard today that when I pulled my underwear off the line in the backyard, they blew out of my hand. I went running after them, as they flew across the yard. It was a pretty funny picture, chasing pink panties in circles. First time I laughed all week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-1163649970210547643?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1163649970210547643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=1163649970210547643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/1163649970210547643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/1163649970210547643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/like-panties-in-wind-sung-to-elton-john.html' title='Like Panties in the Wind (sung to Elton John tune)'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-3937941802421675740</id><published>2008-11-04T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:26:58.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dental Floss Thingie Broke</title><content type='html'>You know the metal thing that you use to cut off a piece of dental floss? The metal thing built into the little box of floss? Well, it broke. Now I use a an old nail that sticks out of the wall in order to cut the floss. I'm alright with the alternative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-3937941802421675740?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3937941802421675740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=3937941802421675740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/3937941802421675740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/3937941802421675740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-dental-floss-thingie-broke.html' title='My Dental Floss Thingie Broke'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-1336317093708692064</id><published>2008-11-04T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T05:47:50.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Went Back to a Yard Sale for a Coffee Maker</title><content type='html'>My coffee maker broke. I remembered seeing one at a yard sale the previous week. I didn't feel like buying a new one so I went to their house and knocked on their door a week later. They still had the coffee maker. They sold it to me for $2. An older Jewish couple from Yonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LATE BREAKING NEWS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coffee maker DOES NOT have a "sneak-a-cup" feature, so I'm a little disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-1336317093708692064?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1336317093708692064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=1336317093708692064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/1336317093708692064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/1336317093708692064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-went-back-to-yard-sale-for-coffee.html' title='I Went Back to a Yard Sale for a Coffee Maker'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-5723430229108200350</id><published>2008-11-04T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:31:09.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wear Patchouli Sometimes</title><content type='html'>But privately. I don't wear it around others. Everyone has all these crazy views on patchouli. I can't take all the controversy. So I wear it when I know I'll be by myself. It's just easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-5723430229108200350?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5723430229108200350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=5723430229108200350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/5723430229108200350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/5723430229108200350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-wear-patchouli-sometimes.html' title='I Wear Patchouli Sometimes'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-9049389069800739909</id><published>2008-11-04T16:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:30:21.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Recently Switched from Lemonade to Limeade</title><content type='html'>This is actually kind of a big deal. I love pink lemonade. Have for years. It tastes good and makes me feel special and girly all over. Recently, I tried limeade at my friend's house and I liked it better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do because limeade isn't as girly. What kind of effect could this have on me, I wonder?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-9049389069800739909?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/9049389069800739909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=9049389069800739909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/9049389069800739909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/9049389069800739909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-recently-switched-from-lemonade-to.html' title='I Recently Switched from Lemonade to Limeade'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-1267358532750357834</id><published>2008-11-04T16:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:29:42.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got the Power</title><content type='html'>When I go for my run on the beach, I like to listen to the 80's tune "I've Got the Power." I'm a little embarrassed I like a song that has "work out" written all over it. What's next? Eye of the Tiger?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-1267358532750357834?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1267358532750357834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=1267358532750357834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/1267358532750357834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/1267358532750357834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-got-power.html' title='I&apos;ve Got the Power'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-7898121068156582776</id><published>2008-11-04T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:29:08.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingerless Gloves</title><content type='html'>I have a pair of old grey gloves. I recently cut off the fingers. I wear them and they make me feel special and I'm not sure why. It's Fall and they just make me feel kinda cool...bohemian or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd like to be buried with them on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-7898121068156582776?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7898121068156582776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=7898121068156582776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/7898121068156582776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/7898121068156582776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/fingerless-gloves.html' title='Fingerless Gloves'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-9143699921090568588</id><published>2008-11-04T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T09:50:50.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Long Do We Have to Keep Up this Bathing Thing?</title><content type='html'>There's times when I'm washing my hair and I think, "I can't fucking do this anymore. I'm tired of bathing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many more times am I going to have to wash my hair?" I'm bored with it. Bored to tears. It just feels stupid after a while. Same, same, same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-9143699921090568588?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/9143699921090568588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=9143699921090568588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/9143699921090568588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/9143699921090568588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-long-do-we-have-to-keep-up-this.html' title='How Long Do We Have to Keep Up this Bathing Thing?'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-5956801939217676964</id><published>2008-11-04T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:46:16.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Classical Music...</title><content type='html'>can really stress me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-5956801939217676964?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5956801939217676964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=5956801939217676964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/5956801939217676964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/5956801939217676964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/sometimes-classical-music.html' title='Sometimes Classical Music...'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-4148944360824805357</id><published>2008-11-04T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T05:54:49.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regarding Sheryl Crow's song "I Wanna Soak up the Sun"</title><content type='html'>When I first heard this song, I thought it was a spoof. It could be the worst song ever but "We Built this City on Rock and Roll" gives Crow's tune a real run for it's money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should never ever mention sun protection in your song (see lyrics below.) It just sucks the rock and roll right out of the it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, lyrics that use the phrase "rock and roll" are not very rock and roll either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl breaks both rules with the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna soak up the sun&lt;br /&gt;Got my 45 on&lt;br /&gt;So I can rock on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...rhyming "on" with "on" is a little  simple-minded as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LATE BREAKING NEWS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura and Lori emailed me, wondering whether "45" might be referencing vinyl records. I did some research. It looks like Ms. Crow &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; referring to sunblock but either way, the song remains annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-4148944360824805357?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4148944360824805357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=4148944360824805357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/4148944360824805357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/4148944360824805357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/regarding-sheryl-crows-song-i-wanna.html' title='Regarding Sheryl Crow&apos;s song &quot;I Wanna Soak up the Sun&quot;'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-4798382302509446256</id><published>2008-11-03T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:43:54.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Like the White Stripes</title><content type='html'>At all. It's taken me a while to realize it because I thought I did...but I don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-4798382302509446256?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4798382302509446256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=4798382302509446256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/4798382302509446256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/4798382302509446256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-like-white-stripes.html' title='I Don&apos;t Like the White Stripes'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-8176970174482073995</id><published>2008-11-03T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:11:24.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish Hickies were back in Vogue</title><content type='html'>I really enjoyed getting hickies years ago. They were kind of a bite on your neck but not really. So territorial and a little sadistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Amanda can give you a really big hickey in about 1 second, maybe even less. It's very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I miss them. But I guess you can't go walking around with hickies on your neck at some point of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this sad and I wanted to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-8176970174482073995?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8176970174482073995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=8176970174482073995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/8176970174482073995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/8176970174482073995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-wish-hickies-were-back-in-vogue.html' title='I Wish Hickies were back in Vogue'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-817459368434811264</id><published>2008-11-03T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:40:59.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Spider has Set Up Shop in My Outdoor Shower</title><content type='html'>He (or she - do they have sexes?) has set up quite an elaborate web from one shampoo bottle to the next. I don't know what to do because I need to use those shampoos. But he (or she) did a lot of work and I feel a little badly ruining his (or her) home. I figure I'll use some other shampoos for a while until I figure out my next move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do say hello to the spider upon entering the stall. I love creatures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-817459368434811264?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/817459368434811264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=817459368434811264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/817459368434811264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/817459368434811264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/spider-has-set-up-shop-in-my-outdoor.html' title='A Spider has Set Up Shop in My Outdoor Shower'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-5182677317352495580</id><published>2008-11-03T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T12:59:46.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People on Decks Annoy Me</title><content type='html'>When I walk on the beach or sometimes even in my backyard, I'll see someone from a deck, mindlessly staring at me. That's because all of the houses here are humongous. I find it really annoying. What are you, royalty? I'm not your personal sideshow. Go stare at your crumbling marriage or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-5182677317352495580?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5182677317352495580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=5182677317352495580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/5182677317352495580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/5182677317352495580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/people-on-decks-annoy-me.html' title='People on Decks Annoy Me'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-3980605526503007874</id><published>2008-11-03T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T06:36:16.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just watched an old Genesis video on YouTube</title><content type='html'>And read the commentary underneath. "Great video" "Band was better with Gabriel" etc. And then out of nowhere, there's a comment that reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have 3 pears of pants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what about it tickled my fancy - the misspelling, the "apropos of nothing " quality - but I just keep laughing about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292402481598167081-3980605526503007874?l=youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3980605526503007874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292402481598167081&amp;postID=3980605526503007874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/3980605526503007874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292402481598167081/posts/default/3980605526503007874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-watched-old-genesis-video-on.html' title='Just watched an old Genesis video on YouTube'/><author><name>Lunachick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8SmVqGeIFgA/TJ5c0eYE_FI/AAAAAAAAA-8/lEMJSRQRFOg/S220/DSCF0161.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
