<?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-6476439734077643341</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:33:17.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I think up when I get bored :D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadentrose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476439734077643341/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadentrose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kamd267</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08057660192874321049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsTr_0HTHaI/TU94MgkY38I/AAAAAAAAABk/E2W-lXJfHX8/s220/IMG00103.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476439734077643341.post-7821969195676864829</id><published>2011-02-09T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T16:41:49.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a winter wonderland.... O.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(This is from the 2nd of February)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I walked to the store seeing as the stupid ass plow guys blocked every car on the street with a good 4 feet of snow, ice, and slush...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; So I walked (30 minute walk to Stop and Shop when the weather is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: cyan;"&gt;nice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;, btw), fell on my ass multiple times and the one that hurt the most was in front of the Fire Department, on brick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: cyan;"&gt;(why does the stupid State think brick is a good alternative to concrete? At least concrete isn't cut into rectangles and doesn't add to the pain of falling like bricked sidewalks do..)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I literally lost my legs, landed on my back, and two fire fighters rushed outside to grab the groceries that made it into the street (a good few feet away) and helped me up. They offered me a ride home, but I would have had to wait an hour til their shift got off because all B.F.D.'s are basically on-call due to the weather conditions and a lot of freaking accidents happened today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; One in particular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; I was crossing the street and was half way across the street when I realized I dropped my wallet and had to walk back, no sooner did I make it back to the curb a dumb ass speed up going down the hill, slipped on black ice&lt;i style="color: cyan;"&gt; (even though they were telling people to drive slower than usual)&lt;/i&gt; and hit the freakin' lamp post where&lt;i style="color: cyan;"&gt; I &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: cyan;"&gt;would have been standing once reaching the other side of the sidewalk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: cyan;"&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; I almost shit myself with shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Thankfully it was literally right across the street from the fire department (where I busted my ass) and they were able to get to him before his car shot up in flames. Dumb ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: cyan;"&gt;Where there is mountains upon mountains of ice and snow, why would you &lt;b&gt;want to become speed racer just then?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; It's one hell of a shitty day outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; I am not going back out until the morning when we have to hit the meat store in Quincy &lt;i style="color: cyan;"&gt;(they sell really good meat nom nom nom)&lt;/i&gt; and I must tell you... I love some of my neighbors. Especially the saints next door. They helped Elmer get my step mom's car out of the snow, took them a few hours to do it (would have taken him a hell of a lot longer), but nonetheless, they helped him get it out so I can actually get the rest of the groceries tomorrow.. And the meats!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;=}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; If it gets any colder just call me the Abominable Ducky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Or Diamond Cutter Duck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said that before one of you could. XP&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476439734077643341-7821969195676864829?l=decadentrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadentrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7821969195676864829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decadentrose.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-winter-wonderland-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476439734077643341/posts/default/7821969195676864829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476439734077643341/posts/default/7821969195676864829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadentrose.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-winter-wonderland-o.html' title='It&apos;s a winter wonderland.... O.-'/><author><name>Kamd267</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08057660192874321049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsTr_0HTHaI/TU94MgkY38I/AAAAAAAAABk/E2W-lXJfHX8/s220/IMG00103.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476439734077643341.post-6691981315063176095</id><published>2011-02-09T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T16:33:51.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;My pet peeve is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i style="color: cyan;"&gt;really poor&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;spelling and grammar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I see online posts from other people who look like they never even took the time to answer the questions at hand thoroughly, never used spell check, and go completely off the topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan;"&gt;These are the most commonly misspelled words I see often online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Well- they used it in a sentence that was suppose to say "will"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; 2) Thru- through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: cyan;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; 3) Ironocaly- Ironically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: cyan;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; 4) Collage- college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: cyan;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; 5) Evaryone- everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: cyan;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; 6) Semple- simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: cyan;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt; 7) Evining- evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I wish there was an edit button in the forums...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;I would go edit forum happy in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style="color: cyan;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; All I can do is see the wrong types of words, misspellings, and really horrible grammar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;So I am unable to focus on anything but that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: cyan;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476439734077643341-6691981315063176095?l=decadentrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadentrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6691981315063176095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decadentrose.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-pet-peeve-is-really-poor-spelling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476439734077643341/posts/default/6691981315063176095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476439734077643341/posts/default/6691981315063176095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadentrose.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-pet-peeve-is-really-poor-spelling.html' title=''/><author><name>Kamd267</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08057660192874321049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsTr_0HTHaI/TU94MgkY38I/AAAAAAAAABk/E2W-lXJfHX8/s220/IMG00103.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476439734077643341.post-4714706662838088427</id><published>2011-02-09T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T16:26:01.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: small;"&gt;That movie &lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;Legion&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little old lady had me laughing my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;She reminds me of the crazy cat lady across the street...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wonder if she could climb the walls and ceiling like that...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476439734077643341-4714706662838088427?l=decadentrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadentrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4714706662838088427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decadentrose.blogspot.com/2011/02/random-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476439734077643341/posts/default/4714706662838088427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476439734077643341/posts/default/4714706662838088427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadentrose.blogspot.com/2011/02/random-thought.html' title='Random thought...'/><author><name>Kamd267</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08057660192874321049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsTr_0HTHaI/TU94MgkY38I/AAAAAAAAABk/E2W-lXJfHX8/s220/IMG00103.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476439734077643341.post-4980917519537122246</id><published>2009-05-04T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:51:09.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I give credit to those who set goals and accomplish them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I also give credit to those who set goals and attempt them- whether they fail, it doesn't matter. The fact is they &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRIED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will never understand the meaningless efforts people claim they have attempted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Like those pathetic sewer dwelling robots who will suck a person dry of money, emotions, and heart. Leaving them a voidless shell of what once was a loving, caring, dependable person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To those of you like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU SUCK.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476439734077643341-4980917519537122246?l=decadentrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadentrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4980917519537122246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decadentrose.blogspot.com/2009/05/people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476439734077643341/posts/default/4980917519537122246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476439734077643341/posts/default/4980917519537122246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadentrose.blogspot.com/2009/05/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>Kamd267</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08057660192874321049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsTr_0HTHaI/TU94MgkY38I/AAAAAAAAABk/E2W-lXJfHX8/s220/IMG00103.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476439734077643341.post-8952559406161277329</id><published>2009-05-04T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T03:09:18.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh.. Complainers &gt;:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ever wonder people complain about everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From the way their hair just won't stay in the 'hair do' they had going from that morning all the way down to the traffic? It's seriously like the never ending zoo of &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"why me's?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"this could be better if..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Get off your lazy arses and fix it if it bothers you THAT much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I mean serious now, it is not that hard, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your job sucks eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Get a new one- or stop slacking at the one you have &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and work to improve your skills and move up in your company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stop complaining about it, &lt;strong&gt;do something about it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Think you are too fat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Exercize and eat right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Get off the couch, put down the chips and dip, grab a bottle of water, and hit the gym...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are the only person who can change your weight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can not, so I do not want to hear you crapping on life in the seat next to me because "you gained more weight than you can account for.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yerr... that bag of chips and soda chilling in your bag had &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt; to do with it eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You don't like how your hair looks now that you've gotten older?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Come here.. I have a great pair of scissors and a shaver I could use to fix that problem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I mean if you are seriously going to be complaining about what your hair looks like at this point and time in history where there are so many damn salon products you can test out and try on your head until all of your hair falls out... you better be one of those homeless people on the corner asking me for some spare change... and even then they have better crap to worry about than their hair..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"...spare some change will ya?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now if you are going to complain about how crappy the economy is... all I got for ya is this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;We are screwed now aren't we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I sure as hell vent a lot and complain eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good, get over yourself. If you are that bored and reading this, I must be entertaining some kind of notion in that noggin of yours because If I was seriously annoying as much as you probably are going to say I am,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"meh she is complaining about complaining in a blog.. blah blah blah"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;get over it. there are plenty out there to read.. something about this one must have caught your eye eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think I am done&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"complaining about the complainers"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;More to come :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476439734077643341-8952559406161277329?l=decadentrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadentrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8952559406161277329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decadentrose.blogspot.com/2009/05/meh-complainers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476439734077643341/posts/default/8952559406161277329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476439734077643341/posts/default/8952559406161277329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadentrose.blogspot.com/2009/05/meh-complainers.html' title='Meh.. Complainers &gt;:)'/><author><name>Kamd267</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08057660192874321049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsTr_0HTHaI/TU94MgkY38I/AAAAAAAAABk/E2W-lXJfHX8/s220/IMG00103.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476439734077643341.post-8986524786327800124</id><published>2009-05-04T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T02:16:09.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moths **Cringes**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why do Moths gotta be so damn ugly looking and Fast as all hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I swear Floridian Moths are out to get me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Whenever I am talking to my best bud...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;They start their attack plan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this one is the biggest so far.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and the SOB is perched ontop of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="GVLINK_1_0_0" class="GVAdLink" href="http://www.vampirerave.com/journal/journal_section.php?section=personal&amp;amp;journal=NocturnalMistress#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; moniter.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;slowly fluttering its cotton looking wings thinking as it watches me "Imma get her right thurr... yessir Imma fly around her pretty little head and scare her... yessir I sure is.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Stupid nasty Moths!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can see it now.. the news heading on tomorrows news broadcast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tourist, female age- approximately 22, was brutally attacked and severally injured by what the Locals here call the &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Floridian Devil's Moth*.&lt;/span&gt; It beat its terribly large brown and white cotton wings at her, causing sever head and chest trauma to the young woman. According to witnesses, at approximately 4am, her Father, David, woke up to a loud rapid "beating" noise and ran to his daughters aid, but it was already too late, according to the father, she was already laying on the floor twitching as the Devil Moth watched from his perched seat on the computer moniter. 'She was just talking to her best friend, like she usually does at this time on the 'puter, when out of no where.. the damn thing attacked her.' Local Police are unsure of how badly these attacks can get, but it is known to have a Midget Dog with you at all times, it seems to be their only weakness. More news at 5."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;* made up name- but seems to fit the little punks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476439734077643341-8986524786327800124?l=decadentrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadentrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8986524786327800124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decadentrose.blogspot.com/2009/05/moths-cringes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476439734077643341/posts/default/8986524786327800124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476439734077643341/posts/default/8986524786327800124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadentrose.blogspot.com/2009/05/moths-cringes.html' title='Moths **Cringes**'/><author><name>Kamd267</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08057660192874321049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsTr_0HTHaI/TU94MgkY38I/AAAAAAAAABk/E2W-lXJfHX8/s220/IMG00103.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
