<?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-7142539072991781706</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:31:20.067-05:00</updated><category term='humpday'/><category term='mtb4'/><category term='nfl sunday'/><category term='one tree hill'/><category term='antm'/><category term='greek'/><category term='howard university'/><category term='dc'/><category term='jonas brothers'/><category term='dvr'/><category term='choke'/><category term='emcee'/><category term='gossip girls'/><category term='fall'/><category term='chuck palahniuk'/><category term='america&apos;s next top model'/><category term='fall television'/><category term='making the band 4'/><title type='text'>liveLAUGHlove : a new perspective.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-2152240413954869691</id><published>2008-11-12T18:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:04:24.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith Olbermann's Prop 8 Comment "The Human Heart"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JalfEfZVk_M&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JalfEfZVk_M&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finall&lt;wbr&gt;y tonig&lt;wbr&gt;ht as promi&lt;wbr&gt;sed, a Speci&lt;wbr&gt;al Comme&lt;wbr&gt;nt on the passa&lt;wbr&gt;ge, last week,&lt;wbr&gt; of Propo&lt;wbr&gt;sitio&lt;wbr&gt;n Eight&lt;wbr&gt; in Calif&lt;wbr&gt;ornia&lt;wbr&gt;, which&lt;wbr&gt; resci&lt;wbr&gt;nded the right&lt;wbr&gt; of same-&lt;wbr&gt;sex coupl&lt;wbr&gt;es to marry&lt;wbr&gt;, and tilte&lt;wbr&gt;d the balan&lt;wbr&gt;ce on this issue&lt;wbr&gt;, from coast&lt;wbr&gt; to coast&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some param&lt;wbr&gt;eters&lt;wbr&gt;, as prefa&lt;wbr&gt;ce. This isn'&lt;wbr&gt;t about&lt;wbr&gt; yelli&lt;wbr&gt;ng, and this isn'&lt;wbr&gt;t about&lt;wbr&gt; polit&lt;wbr&gt;ics, and this isn'&lt;wbr&gt;t reall&lt;wbr&gt;y just about&lt;wbr&gt; Prop-&lt;wbr&gt;8. And I don'&lt;wbr&gt;t have a perso&lt;wbr&gt;nal inves&lt;wbr&gt;tment&lt;wbr&gt; in this:&lt;wbr&gt; I'm not gay, I had to strai&lt;wbr&gt;n to think&lt;wbr&gt; of one membe&lt;wbr&gt;r of even my very exten&lt;wbr&gt;ded famil&lt;wbr&gt;y who is, I have no perso&lt;wbr&gt;nal stori&lt;wbr&gt;es of close&lt;wbr&gt; frien&lt;wbr&gt;ds or colle&lt;wbr&gt;agues&lt;wbr&gt; fight&lt;wbr&gt;ing the preju&lt;wbr&gt;dice that still&lt;wbr&gt; perva&lt;wbr&gt;des their&lt;wbr&gt; lives&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet to me this vote is horri&lt;wbr&gt;ble. Horri&lt;wbr&gt;ble. Becau&lt;wbr&gt;se this isn'&lt;wbr&gt;t about&lt;wbr&gt; yelli&lt;wbr&gt;ng, and this isn'&lt;wbr&gt;t about&lt;wbr&gt; polit&lt;wbr&gt;ics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story&lt;wbr&gt; conti&lt;wbr&gt;nues below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about&lt;wbr&gt; the.&lt;wbr&gt;.. human&lt;wbr&gt; heart&lt;wbr&gt;, and if that sound&lt;wbr&gt;s corny&lt;wbr&gt;, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you voted&lt;wbr&gt; for this Propo&lt;wbr&gt;sitio&lt;wbr&gt;n or suppo&lt;wbr&gt;rt those&lt;wbr&gt; who did or the senti&lt;wbr&gt;ment they expre&lt;wbr&gt;ssed,&lt;wbr&gt; I have some quest&lt;wbr&gt;ions,&lt;wbr&gt; becau&lt;wbr&gt;se, truly&lt;wbr&gt;, I do not.&lt;wbr&gt;.. under&lt;wbr&gt;stand&lt;wbr&gt;. Why does this matte&lt;wbr&gt;r to you? What is it to you? In a time of imper&lt;wbr&gt;manen&lt;wbr&gt;ce and fly-&lt;wbr&gt;by-&lt;wbr&gt;night&lt;wbr&gt; relat&lt;wbr&gt;ionsh&lt;wbr&gt;ips, these&lt;wbr&gt; peopl&lt;wbr&gt;e over here want the same chanc&lt;wbr&gt;e at perma&lt;wbr&gt;nence&lt;wbr&gt; and happi&lt;wbr&gt;ness that is your optio&lt;wbr&gt;n. They don'&lt;wbr&gt;t want to deny you yours&lt;wbr&gt;. They don'&lt;wbr&gt;t want to take anyth&lt;wbr&gt;ing away from you. They want what you want -- a chanc&lt;wbr&gt;e to be a littl&lt;wbr&gt;e less alone&lt;wbr&gt; in the world&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only now you are sayin&lt;wbr&gt;g to them -- no. You can'&lt;wbr&gt;t have it on these&lt;wbr&gt; terms&lt;wbr&gt;. Maybe&lt;wbr&gt; somet&lt;wbr&gt;hing simil&lt;wbr&gt;ar. If they behav&lt;wbr&gt;e. If they don'&lt;wbr&gt;t cause&lt;wbr&gt; too much troub&lt;wbr&gt;le. You'&lt;wbr&gt;ll even give them all the same legal&lt;wbr&gt; right&lt;wbr&gt;s -- even as you'&lt;wbr&gt;re takin&lt;wbr&gt;g away the legal&lt;wbr&gt; right&lt;wbr&gt;, which&lt;wbr&gt; they alrea&lt;wbr&gt;dy had. A world&lt;wbr&gt; aroun&lt;wbr&gt;d them,&lt;wbr&gt; still&lt;wbr&gt; ancho&lt;wbr&gt;red in love and marri&lt;wbr&gt;age, and you are sayin&lt;wbr&gt;g, no, you can'&lt;wbr&gt;t marry&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What if someb&lt;wbr&gt;ody passe&lt;wbr&gt;d a law that said you could&lt;wbr&gt;n't marry&lt;wbr&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep heari&lt;wbr&gt;ng this term "&lt;wbr&gt;re-&lt;wbr&gt;defin&lt;wbr&gt;ing" marri&lt;wbr&gt;age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this count&lt;wbr&gt;ry hadn'&lt;wbr&gt;t re-&lt;wbr&gt;defin&lt;wbr&gt;ed marri&lt;wbr&gt;age, black&lt;wbr&gt; peopl&lt;wbr&gt;e still&lt;wbr&gt; could&lt;wbr&gt;n't marry&lt;wbr&gt; white&lt;wbr&gt; peopl&lt;wbr&gt;e. Sixte&lt;wbr&gt;en state&lt;wbr&gt;s had laws on the books&lt;wbr&gt; which&lt;wbr&gt; made that illeg&lt;wbr&gt;al.&lt;wbr&gt;.. in 1967.&lt;wbr&gt; 1967.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paren&lt;wbr&gt;ts of the Presi&lt;wbr&gt;dent-&lt;wbr&gt;Elect&lt;wbr&gt; of the Unite&lt;wbr&gt;d State&lt;wbr&gt;s could&lt;wbr&gt;n't have marri&lt;wbr&gt;ed in nearl&lt;wbr&gt;y one third&lt;wbr&gt; of the state&lt;wbr&gt;s of the count&lt;wbr&gt;ry their&lt;wbr&gt; son grew up to lead.&lt;wbr&gt; But it's worse&lt;wbr&gt; than that.&lt;wbr&gt; If this count&lt;wbr&gt;ry had not "&lt;wbr&gt;re-&lt;wbr&gt;defin&lt;wbr&gt;ed" marri&lt;wbr&gt;age, some black&lt;wbr&gt; peopl&lt;wbr&gt;e still&lt;wbr&gt; could&lt;wbr&gt;n't marry&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;wbr&gt;black&lt;wbr&gt; peopl&lt;wbr&gt;e. It is one of the most overl&lt;wbr&gt;ooked&lt;wbr&gt; and cruel&lt;wbr&gt;est parts&lt;wbr&gt; of our sad story&lt;wbr&gt; of slave&lt;wbr&gt;ry. Marri&lt;wbr&gt;ages were not legal&lt;wbr&gt;ly recog&lt;wbr&gt;nized&lt;wbr&gt;, if the peopl&lt;wbr&gt;e were slave&lt;wbr&gt;s. Since&lt;wbr&gt; slave&lt;wbr&gt;s were prope&lt;wbr&gt;rty, they could&lt;wbr&gt; not legal&lt;wbr&gt;ly be husba&lt;wbr&gt;nd and wife,&lt;wbr&gt; or mothe&lt;wbr&gt;r and child&lt;wbr&gt;. Their&lt;wbr&gt; marri&lt;wbr&gt;age vows were diffe&lt;wbr&gt;rent:&lt;wbr&gt; not "&lt;wbr&gt;Until&lt;wbr&gt; Death&lt;wbr&gt;, Do You Part,&lt;wbr&gt;" but "&lt;wbr&gt;Until&lt;wbr&gt; Death&lt;wbr&gt; or Dista&lt;wbr&gt;nce, Do You Part.&lt;wbr&gt;" Marri&lt;wbr&gt;ages among&lt;wbr&gt; slave&lt;wbr&gt;s were not legal&lt;wbr&gt;ly recog&lt;wbr&gt;nized&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know,&lt;wbr&gt; just like marri&lt;wbr&gt;ages today&lt;wbr&gt; in Calif&lt;wbr&gt;ornia&lt;wbr&gt; are not legal&lt;wbr&gt;ly recog&lt;wbr&gt;nized&lt;wbr&gt;, if the peopl&lt;wbr&gt;e are.&lt;wbr&gt;.. gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uncou&lt;wbr&gt;ntabl&lt;wbr&gt;e in our histo&lt;wbr&gt;ry are the numbe&lt;wbr&gt;r of men and women&lt;wbr&gt;, force&lt;wbr&gt;d by socie&lt;wbr&gt;ty into marry&lt;wbr&gt;ing the oppos&lt;wbr&gt;ite sex, in sham marri&lt;wbr&gt;ages,&lt;wbr&gt; or marri&lt;wbr&gt;ages of conve&lt;wbr&gt;nienc&lt;wbr&gt;e, or just marri&lt;wbr&gt;ages of not knowi&lt;wbr&gt;ng -- centu&lt;wbr&gt;ries of men and women&lt;wbr&gt; who have lived&lt;wbr&gt; their&lt;wbr&gt; lives&lt;wbr&gt; in shame&lt;wbr&gt; and unhap&lt;wbr&gt;pines&lt;wbr&gt;s, and who have,&lt;wbr&gt; throu&lt;wbr&gt;gh a lie to thems&lt;wbr&gt;elves&lt;wbr&gt; or other&lt;wbr&gt;s, broke&lt;wbr&gt;n count&lt;wbr&gt;less other&lt;wbr&gt; lives&lt;wbr&gt;, of spous&lt;wbr&gt;es and child&lt;wbr&gt;ren.&lt;wbr&gt;.. All becau&lt;wbr&gt;se we said a man could&lt;wbr&gt;n't marry&lt;wbr&gt; anoth&lt;wbr&gt;er man, or a woman&lt;wbr&gt; could&lt;wbr&gt;n't marry&lt;wbr&gt; anoth&lt;wbr&gt;er woman&lt;wbr&gt;. The sanct&lt;wbr&gt;ity of marri&lt;wbr&gt;age.&lt;br /&gt;How many marri&lt;wbr&gt;ages like that have there&lt;wbr&gt; been and how on earth&lt;wbr&gt; do they incre&lt;wbr&gt;ase the "&lt;wbr&gt;sanct&lt;wbr&gt;ity" of marri&lt;wbr&gt;age rathe&lt;wbr&gt;r than rende&lt;wbr&gt;r the term,&lt;wbr&gt; meani&lt;wbr&gt;ngles&lt;wbr&gt;s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this,&lt;wbr&gt; to you? Nobod&lt;wbr&gt;y is askin&lt;wbr&gt;g you to embra&lt;wbr&gt;ce their&lt;wbr&gt; expre&lt;wbr&gt;ssion&lt;wbr&gt; of love.&lt;wbr&gt; But don'&lt;wbr&gt;t you, as human&lt;wbr&gt; being&lt;wbr&gt;s, have to embra&lt;wbr&gt;ce.&lt;wbr&gt;.. that love?&lt;wbr&gt; The world&lt;wbr&gt; is barre&lt;wbr&gt;n enoug&lt;wbr&gt;h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is stack&lt;wbr&gt;ed again&lt;wbr&gt;st love,&lt;wbr&gt; and again&lt;wbr&gt;st hope,&lt;wbr&gt; and again&lt;wbr&gt;st those&lt;wbr&gt; very few and preci&lt;wbr&gt;ous emoti&lt;wbr&gt;ons that enabl&lt;wbr&gt;e us to go forwa&lt;wbr&gt;rd. Your marri&lt;wbr&gt;age only stand&lt;wbr&gt;s a 50-&lt;wbr&gt;50 chanc&lt;wbr&gt;e of lasti&lt;wbr&gt;ng, no matte&lt;wbr&gt;r how much you feel and how hard you work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are peopl&lt;wbr&gt;e overj&lt;wbr&gt;oyed at the prosp&lt;wbr&gt;ect of just that chanc&lt;wbr&gt;e, and that work,&lt;wbr&gt; just for the hope of havin&lt;wbr&gt;g that feeli&lt;wbr&gt;ng.&lt;br /&gt;With so much hate in the world&lt;wbr&gt;, with so much meani&lt;wbr&gt;ngles&lt;wbr&gt;s divis&lt;wbr&gt;ion, and peopl&lt;wbr&gt;e pitte&lt;wbr&gt;d again&lt;wbr&gt;st peopl&lt;wbr&gt;e for no good reaso&lt;wbr&gt;n, this is what your relig&lt;wbr&gt;ion tells&lt;wbr&gt; you to do? With your exper&lt;wbr&gt;ience&lt;wbr&gt; of life and this world&lt;wbr&gt; and all its sadne&lt;wbr&gt;sses,&lt;wbr&gt; this is what your consc&lt;wbr&gt;ience&lt;wbr&gt; tells&lt;wbr&gt; you to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your knowl&lt;wbr&gt;edge that life,&lt;wbr&gt; with endle&lt;wbr&gt;ss vigor&lt;wbr&gt;, seems&lt;wbr&gt; to tilt the playi&lt;wbr&gt;ng field&lt;wbr&gt; on which&lt;wbr&gt; we all live,&lt;wbr&gt; in favor&lt;wbr&gt; of unhap&lt;wbr&gt;pines&lt;wbr&gt;s and hate.&lt;wbr&gt;.. this is what your heart&lt;wbr&gt; tells&lt;wbr&gt; you to do? You want to sanct&lt;wbr&gt;ify marri&lt;wbr&gt;age? You want to honor&lt;wbr&gt; your God and the unive&lt;wbr&gt;rsal love you belie&lt;wbr&gt;ve he repre&lt;wbr&gt;sents&lt;wbr&gt;? Then Sprea&lt;wbr&gt;d happi&lt;wbr&gt;ness -- this tiny,&lt;wbr&gt; symbo&lt;wbr&gt;lic, seman&lt;wbr&gt;tical&lt;wbr&gt; grain&lt;wbr&gt; of happi&lt;wbr&gt;ness -- share&lt;wbr&gt; it with all those&lt;wbr&gt; who seek it. Quote&lt;wbr&gt; me anyth&lt;wbr&gt;ing from your relig&lt;wbr&gt;ious leade&lt;wbr&gt;r or book of choic&lt;wbr&gt;e telli&lt;wbr&gt;ng you to stand&lt;wbr&gt; again&lt;wbr&gt;st this.&lt;wbr&gt; And then tell me how you can belie&lt;wbr&gt;ve both that state&lt;wbr&gt;ment and anoth&lt;wbr&gt;er state&lt;wbr&gt;ment,&lt;wbr&gt; anoth&lt;wbr&gt;er one which&lt;wbr&gt; reads&lt;wbr&gt; only "do unto other&lt;wbr&gt;s as you would&lt;wbr&gt; have them do unto you.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are asked&lt;wbr&gt; now, by your count&lt;wbr&gt;ry, and perha&lt;wbr&gt;ps by your creat&lt;wbr&gt;or, to stand&lt;wbr&gt; on one side or anoth&lt;wbr&gt;er. You are asked&lt;wbr&gt; now to stand&lt;wbr&gt;, not on a quest&lt;wbr&gt;ion of polit&lt;wbr&gt;ics, not on a quest&lt;wbr&gt;ion of relig&lt;wbr&gt;ion, not on a quest&lt;wbr&gt;ion of gay or strai&lt;wbr&gt;ght. You are asked&lt;wbr&gt; now to stand&lt;wbr&gt;, on a quest&lt;wbr&gt;ion of.&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;wbr&gt;love.&lt;wbr&gt; All you need do is stand&lt;wbr&gt;, and let the tiny ember&lt;wbr&gt; of love meet its own fate.&lt;wbr&gt; You don'&lt;wbr&gt;t have to help it, you don'&lt;wbr&gt;t have it appla&lt;wbr&gt;ud it, you don'&lt;wbr&gt;t have to fight&lt;wbr&gt; for it. Just don'&lt;wbr&gt;t put it out. Just don'&lt;wbr&gt;t extin&lt;wbr&gt;guish&lt;wbr&gt; it. Becau&lt;wbr&gt;se while&lt;wbr&gt; it may at first&lt;wbr&gt; look like that love is betwe&lt;wbr&gt;en two peopl&lt;wbr&gt;e you don'&lt;wbr&gt;t know and you don'&lt;wbr&gt;t under&lt;wbr&gt;stand&lt;wbr&gt; and maybe&lt;wbr&gt; you don'&lt;wbr&gt;t even want to know.&lt;wbr&gt;..It is, in fact,&lt;wbr&gt; the ember&lt;wbr&gt; of your love,&lt;wbr&gt; for your fello&lt;wbr&gt;w *&lt;wbr&gt;*&lt;wbr&gt;perso&lt;wbr&gt;n...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just becau&lt;wbr&gt;se this is the only world&lt;wbr&gt; we have.&lt;wbr&gt; And the other&lt;wbr&gt; guy count&lt;wbr&gt;s, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the secon&lt;wbr&gt;d time in ten days I find mysel&lt;wbr&gt;f concl&lt;wbr&gt;uding&lt;wbr&gt; by turni&lt;wbr&gt;ng to, of all thing&lt;wbr&gt;s, the closi&lt;wbr&gt;ng plea for mercy&lt;wbr&gt; by Clare&lt;wbr&gt;nce Darro&lt;wbr&gt;w in a murde&lt;wbr&gt;r trial&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what he said,&lt;wbr&gt; fits what is reall&lt;wbr&gt;y at the heart&lt;wbr&gt; of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was readi&lt;wbr&gt;ng last night&lt;wbr&gt; of the aspir&lt;wbr&gt;ation&lt;wbr&gt; of the old Persi&lt;wbr&gt;an poet,&lt;wbr&gt; Omar-&lt;wbr&gt;Khayy&lt;wbr&gt;am," he told the judge&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It appea&lt;wbr&gt;led to me as the highe&lt;wbr&gt;st that I can visio&lt;wbr&gt;n.&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was in my heart&lt;wbr&gt;, and I wish it was in the heart&lt;wbr&gt;s of all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I be writt&lt;wbr&gt;en in the Book of Love;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do not care about&lt;wbr&gt; that Book above&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;wbr&gt;Erase&lt;wbr&gt; my name,&lt;wbr&gt; or write&lt;wbr&gt; it as you will,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I be writt&lt;wbr&gt;en in the Book of Love.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Good night&lt;wbr&gt;, and good luck.&lt;/b&gt;&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/7142539072991781706-2152240413954869691?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/2152240413954869691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=2152240413954869691&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2152240413954869691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2152240413954869691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/11/finall-y-tonig-ht-as-promi-sed-speci-al.html' title='Keith Olbermann&apos;s Prop 8 Comment &quot;The Human Heart&quot;'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-1627588617354292720</id><published>2008-11-12T09:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:30:47.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flopyourvote.com/images/detail/Obamaflop_292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 321px;" src="http://www.flopyourvote.com/images/detail/Obamaflop_292.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay seriously, how cute are these?&lt;br /&gt;They're on &lt;a href="http://www.flopyourvote.com/index.php"&gt;sale&lt;/a&gt;, and is a really unique political souvenir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-1627588617354292720?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/1627588617354292720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=1627588617354292720&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/1627588617354292720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/1627588617354292720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-seriously-how-cute-are-these.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-5959464088175317536</id><published>2008-11-11T10:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:18:40.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sunbuggies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images-production.ideeli.com/attachments/762583/MichaelKors_206_0001_550x550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 287px;" src="http://images-production.ideeli.com/attachments/762583/MichaelKors_206_0001_550x550.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;michael kors MODERN OVAL sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;Probably shouldn't do it right? Right. ... maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images-production.ideeli.com/attachments/762283/MichaelKors_Black001_001_550x550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 287px;" src="http://images-production.ideeli.com/attachments/762283/MichaelKors_Black001_001_550x550.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Black maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-5959464088175317536?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/5959464088175317536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=5959464088175317536&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/5959464088175317536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/5959464088175317536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunbuggies.html' title='sunbuggies.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-1985967742856680980</id><published>2008-11-11T08:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:07:03.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.opentable.com/img/promo/stimulus08_490x170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 170px;" src="http://www.opentable.com/img/promo/stimulus08_490x170.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's like Restaurant Week all over again! Hopefully my faves are participating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-1985967742856680980?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/1985967742856680980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=1985967742856680980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/1985967742856680980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/1985967742856680980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-like-restaurant-week-all-over-again.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-7196001922452543193</id><published>2008-11-07T08:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T08:52:31.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.tumblr.com/egKU8ok94fyh3kqdLqVpFLcEo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 600px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/egKU8ok94fyh3kqdLqVpFLcEo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-7196001922452543193?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7196001922452543193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7196001922452543193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-5960118713328884892</id><published>2008-11-07T08:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T08:53:52.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Obama Sticker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://pol.moveon.org/shepstickers/?id=15071-9495651-Fv4wnQx&amp;amp;t=1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 513px;" src="https://s3.amazonaws.com/s3.moveon.org/images/shep_large.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Click to photo to be taken to the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-5960118713328884892?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/5960118713328884892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=5960118713328884892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/5960118713328884892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/5960118713328884892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/11/free-obama-sticker.html' title='Free Obama Sticker.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-5658111581958875091</id><published>2008-11-05T15:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:10:28.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember, remember, the 4th of November ... 2008.</title><content type='html'>A very important day in history. A day some thought they'd never live to see - some thought they'd never see in this lifetime. But it's happened, we've elected our 44th President of the United States. And that president just so happens to be African-American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My president is Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought it? Yes, we all wanted change and we all so desperately believed it would happen ... but for it to actually unfold right before our eyes? Mind boggling. I spent the better part of the evening watching the Election Night 2008 coverage at Bar 1331 in Washington DC. After discovering that my Polymers exam that was scheduled for the next day was canceled, I had to go out amongst like minded people. It's a cozy space, and they had themed food and refreshments (my favorite being the right wings and left wings, heh) with people mingling around on laptops, on cell phones - but all eyes kept going back to the big screens strategically placed around the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nerve wracking. The anxiety was electrifying, and when the polls started being tallied it just increased in fervor. When Obama was (un)officially declared the next president, it was all anti-climatic for me. Just like .. "oh, he won, yay." For such a big election I wanted them to drag it out ... make us suffer ... and then have a huge announcement at the end. But with the landslide victory with which he won I knew that wasn't going to happen. As the screen travelled over the seas of expectant, crying, overjoyed faces ... I wondered why I didn't feel that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel that. There were no tears from me - until now. As I sit here and write this, the magnitude of what has transpired less than 24 hours ago has finally hit me. My president is Black. My president looks just like me. Barack Hussein Obama is the 44th president of the United States. The change we so eagerly wanted ... is the change we're going to get. The tears keep streaming down my face when I think of how different this nation will be. I was a part of a major moment in history - and when I tell my children they can be anything they want to be, they'll know it's the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-5658111581958875091?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/5658111581958875091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=5658111581958875091&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/5658111581958875091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/5658111581958875091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/11/remember-remember-4th-of-november-2008.html' title='Remember, remember, the 4th of November ... 2008.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-8025196366318563286</id><published>2008-11-05T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:14:28.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;isobamapresident.com at 9:46pm, November 4, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SRGvUAKy16I/AAAAAAAAAQY/5hTr8KdXLdw/s1600-h/obamaalmost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Barack Obama's Acceptance Speech in Chicago, Ill.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:+2;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sen. Barack Obama's Acceptance Speech in Chicago, Ill.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; CQ Transcripts Wire &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, November 5, 2008;  12:02 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; [*] OBAMA: Hello, Chicago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible, who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time, who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's the answer told by lines that stretched around schools and churches in numbers this nation has never seen, by people who waited three hours and four hours, many for the first time in their lives, because they believed that this time must be different, that their voices could be that difference.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Hispanic, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled. Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been just a collection of individuals or a collection of red states and blue states.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OBAMA: We are, and always will be, the United States of America.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's the answer that led those who've been told for so long by so many to be cynical and fearful and doubtful about what we can achieve to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this date in this election at this defining moment change has come to America.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; It's the answer that led those who've been told for so long by so many to be cynical and fearful and doubtful about what we can achieve to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this date in this election at this defining moment change has come to America.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A little bit earlier this evening, I received an extraordinarily gracious call from Senator McCain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Senator McCain fought long and hard in this campaign. And he's fought even longer and harder for the country that he loves. He has endured sacrifices for America that most of us cannot begin to imagine. We are better off for the service rendered by this brave and selfless leader.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I congratulate him; I congratulate Governor Palin for all that they've achieved. And I look forward to working with them to renew this nation's promise in the months ahead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OBAMA: I want to thank my partner in this journey, a man who campaigned from his heart, and spoke for the men and women he grew up with on the streets of Scranton...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... and rode with on the train home to Delaware, the vice president-elect of the United States, Joe Biden.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I would not be standing here tonight without the unyielding support of my best friend for the last 16 years...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... the rock of our family, the love of my life, the nation's next first lady...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... Michelle Obama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; (APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sasha and Malia...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... I love you both more than you can imagine. And you have earned the new puppy that's coming with us...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(LAUGHTER)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... to the new White House.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And while she's no longer with us, I know my grandmother's watching, along with the family that made me who I am. I miss them tonight. I know that my debt to them is beyond measure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To my sister Maya, my sister Alma, all my other brothers and sisters, thank you so much for all the support that you've given me. I am grateful to them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OBAMA: And to my campaign manager, David Plouffe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OBAMA: ... the unsung hero of this campaign, who built the best -- the best political campaign, I think, in the history of the United States of America.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To my chief strategist David Axelrod...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... who's been a partner with me every step of the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To the best campaign team ever assembled in the history of politics...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... you made this happen, and I am forever grateful for what you've sacrificed to get it done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But above all, I will never forget who this victory truly belongs to. It belongs to you. It belongs to you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I was never the likeliest candidate for this office. We didn't start with much money or many endorsements. Our campaign was not hatched in the halls of Washington. It began in the backyards of Des Moines and the living rooms of Concord and the front porches of Charleston. It was built by working men and women who dug into what little savings they had to give $5 and $10 and $20 to the cause.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It grew strength from the young people who rejected the myth of their generation's apathy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... who left their homes and their families for jobs that offered little pay and less sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It drew strength from the not-so-young people who braved the bitter cold and scorching heat to knock on doors of perfect strangers, and from the millions of Americans who volunteered and organized and proved that more than two centuries later a government of the people, by the people, and for the people has not perished from the Earth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is your victory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OBAMA: And I know you didn't do this just to win an election. And I know you didn't do it for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You did it because you understand the enormity of the task that lies ahead. For even as we celebrate tonight, we know the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest of our lifetime -- two wars, a planet in peril, the worst financial crisis in a century.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even as we stand here tonight, we know there are brave Americans waking up in the deserts of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan to risk their lives for us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are mothers and fathers who will lie awake after the children fall asleep and wonder how they'll make the mortgage or pay their doctors' bills or save enough for their child's college education. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; There's new energy to harness, new jobs to be created, new schools to build, and threats to meet, alliances to repair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even in one term. But, America, I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I promise you, we as a people will get there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AUDIENCE: Yes we can! Yes we can! Yes we can!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OBAMA: There will be setbacks and false starts. There are many who won't agree with every decision or policy I make as president. And we know the government can't solve every problem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I will always be honest with you about the challenges we face. I will listen to you, especially when we disagree. And, above all, I will ask you to join in the work of remaking this nation, the only way it's been done in America for 221 years -- block by block, brick by brick, calloused hand by calloused hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What began 21 months ago in the depths of winter cannot end on this autumn night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; OBAMA: This victory alone is not the change we seek. It is only the chance for us to make that change. And that cannot happen if we go back to the way things were.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It can't happen without you, without a new spirit of service, a new spirit of sacrifice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism, of responsibility, where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not only ourselves but each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let us remember that, if this financial crisis taught us anything, it's that we cannot have a thriving Wall Street while Main Street suffers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In this country, we rise or fall as one nation, as one people. Let's resist the temptation to fall back on the same partisanship and pettiness and immaturity that has poisoned our politics for so long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's remember that it was a man from this state who first carried the banner of the Republican Party to the White House, a party founded on the values of self-reliance and individual liberty and national unity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those are values that we all share. And while the Democratic Party has won a great victory tonight, we do so with a measure of humility and determination to heal the divides that have held back our progress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As Lincoln said to a nation far more divided than ours, we are not enemies but friends. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn, I may not have won your vote tonight, but I hear your voices. I need your help. And I will be your president, too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OBAMA: And to all those watching tonight from beyond our shores, from parliaments and palaces, to those who are huddled around radios in the forgotten corners of the world, our stories are singular, but our destiny is shared, and a new dawn of American leadership is at hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To those -- to those who would tear the world down: We will defeat you. To those who seek peace and security: We support you. And to all those who have wondered if America's beacon still burns as bright: Tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our nation comes not from the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity and unyielding hope. (APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's the true genius of America: that America can change. Our union can be perfected. What we've already achieved gives us hope for what we can and must achieve tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This election had many firsts and many stories that will be told for generations. But one that's on my mind tonight's about a woman who cast her ballot in Atlanta. She's a lot like the millions of others who stood in line to make their voice heard in this election except for one thing: Ann Nixon Cooper is 106 years old. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; (APPLAUSE) OBAMA: She was born just a generation past slavery; a time when there were no cars on the road or planes in the sky; when someone like her couldn't vote for two reasons -- because she was a woman and because of the color of her skin. And tonight, I think about all that she's seen throughout her century in America -- the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we can't, and the people who pressed on with that American creed: Yes we can. At a time when women's voices were silenced and their hopes dismissed, she lived to see them stand up and speak out and reach for the ballot. Yes we can. When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs, a new sense of common purpose. Yes we can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AUDIENCE: Yes we can. OBAMA: When the bombs fell on our harbor and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved. Yes we can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AUDIENCE: Yes we can. OBAMA: She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that "We Shall Overcome." Yes we can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AUDIENCE: Yes we can. OBAMA: A man touched down on the moon, a wall came down in Berlin, a world was connected by our own science and imagination.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this year, in this election, she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote, because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours, she knows how America can change.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes we can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AUDIENCE: Yes we can. OBAMA: America, we have come so far. We have seen so much. But there is so much more to do. So tonight, let us ask ourselves -- if our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see? What progress will we have made?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is our time, to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth, that, out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope. And where we are met with cynicism and doubts and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people: Yes, we can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you. God bless you. And may God bless the United States of America.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(APPLAUSE)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;END&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-6919104446916929239?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/11/05/AR2008110500013.html' title='Sen. 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Barack Obama&apos;s Acceptance Speech in Chicago, Ill.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-411289126738428005</id><published>2008-11-04T23:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:24:16.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My President is Black.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Barack Hussein Obama II&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44th President of the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.20.2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-411289126738428005?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/411289126738428005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=411289126738428005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/411289126738428005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/411289126738428005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-president-is-black.html' title='My President is Black.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-1913455242040350903</id><published>2008-11-04T22:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:24:59.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://isbushpresident.com/"&gt;http://isbushpresident.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ispalinpresident.com/"&gt;http://ispalinpresident.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ismccainpresident.com/"&gt;http://ismccainpresident.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://isobamapresident.com/"&gt;http://isobamapresident.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-1913455242040350903?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/1913455242040350903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=1913455242040350903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/1913455242040350903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/1913455242040350903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/11/httpisbushpresident.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-7038137999889622655</id><published>2008-11-04T20:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:24:22.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.tumblr.com/zk2Z35IWTfwhw4ivOcOkFlyeo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 344px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/zk2Z35IWTfwhw4ivOcOkFlyeo1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How I'm feeling at this exact moment. Obama wins MD and DC. VA too close to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-7038137999889622655?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7038137999889622655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7038137999889622655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-im-feeling-at-this-exact-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-981311743363208148</id><published>2008-11-04T19:45:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:20:32.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Night 2008.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.google.com/logos/electionday2008.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 110px;" src="http://www.google.com/logos/electionday2008.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;America will find out who their next President will be within the next couple of hours. It's kind of scary and nerve-wracking ... the uncertainty of it all. Honestly, it can go either way in  my opinion. But whatever  happens I am proud of my peers. Even if their reasons for going out to the polls today were wrong and misguided - I am glad that everyone went out and exercised their right; a right so many have worked so hard for and ultimately died for. We've finally gotten the point - only &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WE &lt;/span&gt;can make a difference. We are the future and we are responsible for who we put in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm proud of America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now polls are closing around the nation one by one, and as I type I am watching the Election Night 2008 coverage on CNN. It's so mind boggling, it appears to be so conflicted with their projections and whatnot. Mostly I'm anxious to see what's happened in the battleground states ... my state being one of them. I'd like to feel my 6:15am vote in 42degree weather made an inkling of difference. Fingers crossed. We don't want a repeat of the 2004 election fiasco. Not at all. I predict riots if it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-981311743363208148?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/981311743363208148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=981311743363208148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/981311743363208148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/981311743363208148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-night-2008.html' title='Election Night 2008.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-8690578944510705362</id><published>2008-11-04T19:07:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:40:01.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Thanks for John Legend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wellmonttheatre.com/u/i/4/54100b00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 504px;" src="http://www.wellmonttheatre.com/u/i/4/54100b00.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SRDkBTT5MoI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0kqid0vk9w0/s1600-h/johnlegendtix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SRDkBTT5MoI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0kqid0vk9w0/s400/johnlegendtix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264958675410825858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John Legend at the Wellmont in NJ, Thanksgiving Weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, we're SO there. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; slaggiekins. &lt;img goomoji="35D" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/e/35D" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-8690578944510705362?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/8690578944510705362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=8690578944510705362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/8690578944510705362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/8690578944510705362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-yes-were-so-there.html' title='Give Thanks for John Legend.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SRDkBTT5MoI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0kqid0vk9w0/s72-c/johnlegendtix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-2109196164532672457</id><published>2008-11-04T18:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:39:11.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.tumblr.com/bhKTvCKNAfvdx25g5bXuZJEVo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 254px;" src="http://data.tumblr.com/bhKTvCKNAfvdx25g5bXuZJEVo1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-2109196164532672457?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2109196164532672457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2109196164532672457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-5198040376544738137</id><published>2008-11-04T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:36:39.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow the Election.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Excellent summary via &lt;a href="http://toomuchnick.com/post/57849530/how-to-watch-the-election" mce_href="http://toomuchnick.com/post/57849530/how-to-watch-the-election"&gt;nickdouglas&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;BUSY? SKIP TO THE EXECUTIVE SUMMARY AT THE END.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. When the polls close:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.huffingtonpost.com/gen/46566/original.jpg" mce_src="http://images.huffingtonpost.com/gen/46566/original.jpg" width="426" height="354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(map from &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/10/30/election-results-electora_n_139361.html" mce_href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/10/30/election-results-electora_n_139361.html"&gt;Huffington Post&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. What states matter:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://www.fivethirtyeight.com/2008/11/what-mccain-win-looks-like.html" mce_href="http://www.fivethirtyeight.com/2008/11/what-mccain-win-looks-like.html"&gt;the prediction models at Fivethirtyeight.com&lt;/a&gt;, McCain absolutely can’t win without &lt;b&gt;Florida, Georgia, Missouri, Indiana and Montana&lt;/b&gt;. He has less chance of winning without taking both &lt;b&gt;Ohio and North Carolina&lt;/b&gt; than you do of wearing a condom and getting HIV.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. What states matter in what order:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I distilled this from &lt;a href="http://www.newsweek.com/id/167186" mce_href="http://www.newsweek.com/id/167186"&gt;538’s Nate Silver&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At 6 PM EST, most of Indiana’s polls close. An early call for McCain means hold onto your butts (because it indicates unpredicted McCain support); an early call for Obama means pop the champagne (for the inverse reason).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At 7, the rest of Indiana closes and a McCain win isn’t as meaningful. But at the same time Virginia, Georgia, and most of Florida close. If Virginia goes Obama, again, champagne. Same for Florida. If Obama wins his long-shot Georgia because of the record number of black early voters, then call a Republican and do your best Nelson “Ha ha!” because this whole map’s going blue.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At 7:30, Ohio and North Carolina close. Bad voter turnout here actually helps Obama, thanks to his huge lead in early votes. Either way, by now McCain probably has to win both or…finally…champagne.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At 8, Pennsylvania wraps up. But the projections may be off depending on which votes are counted first. Again, if you’re still holding onto your butts, keep a grip.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At 9, if Obama is still struggling, he’d better win Colorado. But not much chance it’ll come down to this.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXECUTIVE SUMMARY&lt;br /&gt;AT THIS TIME, IF OBAMA HASN’T SWEPT:&lt;br /&gt;6 PM: McCain needs to not &lt;i&gt;already&lt;/i&gt; lose Indiana.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7 PM: McCain needs Florida and Virginia.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7:30: McCain needs Ohio and North Carolina.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8: McCain probably needs Pennsylvania.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9: McCain needs Colorado.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-5198040376544738137?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/5198040376544738137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=5198040376544738137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/5198040376544738137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/5198040376544738137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/11/follow-election.html' title='Follow the Election.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-8154304736618087524</id><published>2008-10-31T12:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:01:58.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Anti-Halloweensters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQs2FIKZmzI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xwwHLfFtKBw/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMDUuanBn%3F%3D-708765"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQs2FIKZmzI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xwwHLfFtKBw/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMDUuanBn%3F%3D-708765" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263360051230907186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Posted in the window of every business on K Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-8154304736618087524?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/8154304736618087524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=8154304736618087524&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/8154304736618087524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/8154304736618087524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/anti-halloween.html' title='The Anti-Halloweensters.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQs2FIKZmzI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xwwHLfFtKBw/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMDUuanBn%3F%3D-708765' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-1367944506437416863</id><published>2008-10-31T11:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:40:29.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;New rules: I will stop calling George Bush a jackass when he stops calling me a terrorist: Either you are with us, or you are with the terrorists. I will stop calling John McCain an ass when he stops calling Barack Obama a socialist at every dog and pony show on the Straight Talk Express tour. I will stop calling Sarah Palin a bitch when she stops calling Obama a terrorist sympathizer. And I will stop calling Sarah Palin a bitch when she stops calling the parts of the country where I don’t live more Pro-American than the part of the country where I do live. And &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I will definitely stop calling Sarah Palin a bitch when she stops acting like a bitch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL! Ohhhh snap. These little old ladies are pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://margaretandhelen.wordpress.com/2008/10/28/what-was-i-thinking-when-i-called-sarah-palin-a-bitch/" mce_href="http://margaretandhelen.wordpress.com/2008/10/28/what-was-i-thinking-when-i-called-sarah-palin-a-bitch/"&gt;What was I thinking when I called Sarah Palin a bitch? « Margaret and Helen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://theoriginaljoefisher.tumblr.com/" mce_href="http://theoriginaljoefisher.tumblr.com/"&gt;theoriginaljoefisher&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-1367944506437416863?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/1367944506437416863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=1367944506437416863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/1367944506437416863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/1367944506437416863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-rules-i-will-stop-calling-george.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-2859982815105944089</id><published>2008-10-31T08:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:43:34.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Audrey Day, because I said so.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.tumblr.com/Wsmanmqq79e54f0fOiIzw4Ok_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 458px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/Wsmanmqq79e54f0fOiIzw4Ok_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-2859982815105944089?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2859982815105944089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2859982815105944089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-is-audrey-day.html' title='Today is Audrey Day, because I said so.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-5534819667528783217</id><published>2008-10-31T08:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:39:37.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.tumblr.com/BqW1NiIh6dy9gm36Vm33uhg5o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 500px;" src="http://data.tumblr.com/BqW1NiIh6dy9gm36Vm33uhg5o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bebelestrange.tumblr.com/post/50414618" mce_href="http://bebelestrange.tumblr.com/post/50414618"&gt;bebelestrange&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;another one of Audrey Hepburn posing with ‘Ip’, 1958 (via &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/bobwilloughby" mce_href="http://flickr.com/photos/bobwilloughby"&gt;Bob Willoughby&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-5534819667528783217?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/5534819667528783217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/5534819667528783217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/bebelestrange-another-one-of-audrey.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-2116775714968208788</id><published>2008-10-31T08:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:36:57.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.tumblr.com/paHWAHHO8fpn338v0Hbqcn7Ko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 654px;" src="http://data.tumblr.com/paHWAHHO8fpn338v0Hbqcn7Ko1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-2116775714968208788?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/2116775714968208788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=2116775714968208788&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2116775714968208788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2116775714968208788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_31.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-2757795771785712949</id><published>2008-10-30T10:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:19:03.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQnBlj3J2lI/AAAAAAAAAPg/rSUve7oG08I/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwOTkuanBn%3F%3D-750308"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQnBlj3J2lI/AAAAAAAAAPg/rSUve7oG08I/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwOTkuanBn%3F%3D-750308" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262950490585029202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Totally going to freeze my ass off. FUN.&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-2757795771785712949?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/2757795771785712949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=2757795771785712949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2757795771785712949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2757795771785712949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/img00099jpg.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQnBlj3J2lI/AAAAAAAAAPg/rSUve7oG08I/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwOTkuanBn%3F%3D-750308' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-1180662486316184177</id><published>2008-10-30T08:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:29:26.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.tumblr.com/BAxQAJRP8fgfyjwlOUG7b3Beo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 210px;" src="http://data.tumblr.com/BAxQAJRP8fgfyjwlOUG7b3Beo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But sometimes it is the only thing we can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-1180662486316184177?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/1180662486316184177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=1180662486316184177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/1180662486316184177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/1180662486316184177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/but-sometimes-it-is-only-thing-we-can.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-864082792023275939</id><published>2008-10-30T08:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:28:11.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.thebreastcancersite.com/charityusa_vitalstream_com/ctg/p3/ad/en/458x230october2_081029154439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 458px; height: 230px;" src="http://cdn.thebreastcancersite.com/charityusa_vitalstream_com/ctg/p3/ad/en/458x230october2_081029154439.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did it guys! We hit our Pink Ribbon Challenge goal and gave&lt;br /&gt;700 underprivileged women (and counting!) a free mammogram.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my e-mail lists, MySpace friends, and the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-864082792023275939?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/864082792023275939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=864082792023275939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/864082792023275939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/864082792023275939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-did-it-guys-we-hit-our-pink-ribbon.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-2953174124644655678</id><published>2008-10-29T10:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:48:34.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you. Bob Harris, &lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;L&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ost in Translation&lt;/i&gt; (via &lt;a href="http://webcat.tumblr.com/" mce_href="http://webcat.tumblr.com/"&gt;webcat&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-2953174124644655678?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/2953174124644655678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=2953174124644655678&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2953174124644655678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2953174124644655678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-you-know-who-you-are-and-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-5291296970380769521</id><published>2008-10-29T09:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:33:46.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I've learned that no matter how good a friend someone is, they're going to hurt you every once in awhile and you must forgive them for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, we do things. Some, we wish we had never done and some we wish we could replay a million times, but they make us who we are and, in the end, they shape and detail us. If we were to reserve them, we wouldn't be the person we are today. So, just live. Make mistakes and have wonderful memories. But, never second guess who you are, where you've been and, most importantly, where you're going.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-5291296970380769521?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/5291296970380769521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=5291296970380769521&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/5291296970380769521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/5291296970380769521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-learned-that-no-matter-how-good.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-60931605435180104</id><published>2008-10-28T10:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:43:16.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Birthday Poem, ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_UserViewCommentsControl_viewComments_commentRepeater_ctl45_bodyLabel"&gt;&lt;center&gt;A Birthday Poem~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun shines, moon glows&lt;br /&gt;and home girl is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;tiny, but she brings more to&lt;br /&gt;sight; now my view is full&lt;br /&gt;bright eyes, a nice smile&lt;br /&gt;so classy yet &lt;b&gt;sassy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing to her own beat&lt;br /&gt;too sweet, never trashy&lt;br /&gt;Duke street's best asset&lt;br /&gt;best smile i've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;she giggles like she's tickled&lt;br /&gt;best style and everything&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't appreciate&lt;br /&gt;these words then i'll kick her;&lt;br /&gt;A poem written for a face&lt;br /&gt;who's now old enough to buy liquor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dizzy Crane&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-60931605435180104?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/60931605435180104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=60931605435180104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/60931605435180104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/60931605435180104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-birthday-poem-ever.html' title='Best Birthday Poem, ever.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-2493799491451292137</id><published>2008-10-28T09:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:17:21.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.tumblr.com/BAxQAJRP8flcm80ikxr3Msmko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 350px;" src="http://data.tumblr.com/BAxQAJRP8flcm80ikxr3Msmko1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fear is the opposite of everything you are, and so has an effect of opposition to your mental and physical health. &lt;i&gt;Fear is worry magnified&lt;/i&gt;. Fools worry; the wise prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-2493799491451292137?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/2493799491451292137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=2493799491451292137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2493799491451292137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2493799491451292137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/fear-is-opposite-of-everything-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-8402349505620969019</id><published>2008-10-28T08:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:09:59.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Ribbon Challenge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thebreastcancersite.com/clickToGive/home.faces;jsessionid=57914ECF786A9809D5844C794EB1CC92.ctgProd03"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 458px; height: 230px;" src="http://cdn.thebreastcancersite.com/charityusa_vitalstream_com/ctg/p3/ad/en/458x230october2_081027085556.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the banner to give at the Breast Cancer Site.&lt;br /&gt;Only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; days left, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;453&lt;/span&gt; mammograms funded.&lt;br /&gt;Help us get to 500 in 5 days so the sponsors will fund an extra 200.&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is click, it's easy and painless .. and for a good cause. Get to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-8402349505620969019?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/8402349505620969019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=8402349505620969019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/8402349505620969019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/8402349505620969019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/pink-ribbon-challenge.html' title='Pink Ribbon Challenge.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-7037995933061995463</id><published>2008-10-27T09:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:32:32.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.st12.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/pierresilber_2022_366099572"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 478px; height: 650px;" src="http://us.st12.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/pierresilber_2022_366099572" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being a honeybee for Halloween. ^ That is my costume.&lt;br /&gt;Rooftop party in NYC with the old Seton Hall gang, can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*N.B: Must buy fishnets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-7037995933061995463?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/7037995933061995463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=7037995933061995463&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7037995933061995463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7037995933061995463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-being-honeybee-for-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-356558595659404652</id><published>2008-10-27T08:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:46:29.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.tumblr.com/Uv0ID4CiS9nbw2wtffIrWFta_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQOsJPw0_6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/fXLtHioq6c8/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261238064549003170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-7159678143581844524?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/7159678143581844524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=7159678143581844524&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7159678143581844524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7159678143581844524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/dressing-room-goofs.html' title='Dressing Room Goofs'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQOsIlAOdKI/AAAAAAAAAPI/DTCoEHdZ8TI/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-7950316891826752696</id><published>2008-10-25T00:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:41:02.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Weekend Pt. 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQKnxdtSAhI/AAAAAAAAAO4/qlSeKn55GdQ/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwODIuanBn%3F%3D-789713"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQKnxdtSAhI/AAAAAAAAAO4/qlSeKn55GdQ/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwODIuanBn%3F%3D-789713" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260951782952141330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vanilla Honey Bee icecream. This is now my new favorite.&lt;br /&gt;Best. Flavor. Ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-7950316891826752696?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/7950316891826752696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=7950316891826752696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7950316891826752696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7950316891826752696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday-weekend-pt-3.html' title='Birthday Weekend Pt. 3'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQKnxdtSAhI/AAAAAAAAAO4/qlSeKn55GdQ/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwODIuanBn%3F%3D-789713' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-6186469356320704497</id><published>2008-10-24T21:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T00:40:09.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Weekend Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQJ3ZVPtxaI/AAAAAAAAAOw/d849GsvCLrM/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwODEuanBn%3F%3D-705754"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQJ3ZVPtxaI/AAAAAAAAAOw/d849GsvCLrM/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwODEuanBn%3F%3D-705754" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260898591805654434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Medium hot Peri-peri chicken, cole slow, corn on the cob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-6186469356320704497?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/6186469356320704497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQJ3ZVPtxaI/AAAAAAAAAOw/d849GsvCLrM/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwODEuanBn%3F%3D-705754' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-3544869848326799022</id><published>2008-10-24T21:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T00:39:00.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Weekend Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQJ2fLvxuYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/htVgJ__XEeQ/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNzkuanBn%3F%3D-772028"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQJ2fLvxuYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/htVgJ__XEeQ/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNzkuanBn%3F%3D-772028" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260897592823363970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quinta de Cidro Chardonnay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-3544869848326799022?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/3544869848326799022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=3544869848326799022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/3544869848326799022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/3544869848326799022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday-weekend-pt-1.html' title='Birthday Weekend Pt. 1'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQJ2fLvxuYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/htVgJ__XEeQ/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNzkuanBn%3F%3D-772028' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-1747599577679391566</id><published>2008-10-24T18:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T18:04:17.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img401.imageshack.us/img401/6396/canadaes4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 184px;" src="http://img401.imageshack.us/img401/6396/canadaes4.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-1747599577679391566?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/1747599577679391566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=1747599577679391566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/1747599577679391566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/1747599577679391566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_4947.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-7344819453070420435</id><published>2008-10-24T14:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T14:55:52.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.tumblr.com/BAxQAJRP8eyfei8xvvsX6MCSo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 100px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/BAxQAJRP8eyfei8xvvsX6MCSo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-7344819453070420435?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/7344819453070420435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=7344819453070420435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7344819453070420435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7344819453070420435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-2702326507382811242</id><published>2008-10-24T07:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T07:49:39.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="464" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NTkyNjQ4"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NTkyNjQ4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="464" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; take this election seriously anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-2702326507382811242?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/2702326507382811242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=2702326507382811242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2702326507382811242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2702326507382811242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/does-anyone-really-take-this-election.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-1523371075732343035</id><published>2008-10-23T20:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:53:24.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQEbh9gdT3I/AAAAAAAAAOg/9diQHQ3e9m8/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNjkuanBn%3F%3D-751577"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQEbh9gdT3I/AAAAAAAAAOg/9diQHQ3e9m8/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNjkuanBn%3F%3D-751577" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260516110005784434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQEbh-pE7kI/AAAAAAAAAOY/dsEWg7lQFGY/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNzMuanBn%3F%3D-750994"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQEbh-pE7kI/AAAAAAAAAOY/dsEWg7lQFGY/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNzMuanBn%3F%3D-750994" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260516110310370882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;Birthday lunch at &lt;a href="http://www.vapianointernational.com/index.html"&gt;Vapiano DC&lt;/a&gt; with Kevin: Tacchino Piccante, yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-1523371075732343035?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/1523371075732343035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=1523371075732343035&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/1523371075732343035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/1523371075732343035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/sent-from-my-verizon-wireless_23.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQEbh9gdT3I/AAAAAAAAAOg/9diQHQ3e9m8/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNjkuanBn%3F%3D-751577' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-1657824573250589615</id><published>2008-10-23T15:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:12:05.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQDqBNUWKJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xvsFsXyBZqY/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNzQuanBn%3F%3D-776073"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQDqBNUWKJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xvsFsXyBZqY/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNzQuanBn%3F%3D-776073" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260461671244507282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If nothing else, I love my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-1657824573250589615?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/1657824573250589615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=1657824573250589615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/1657824573250589615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/1657824573250589615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-nothing-else-i-love-my-job.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQDqBNUWKJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xvsFsXyBZqY/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNzQuanBn%3F%3D-776073' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-4767100469285617137</id><published>2008-10-23T13:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:19:45.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, Happy Fucking Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQC1mQJ_38I/AAAAAAAAAOI/1oRHU7EWQVY/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNjYuanBn%3F%3D-757384"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQC1mQJ_38I/AAAAAAAAAOI/1oRHU7EWQVY/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNjYuanBn%3F%3D-757384" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260404033545297858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;Too bad I won't be going.&lt;br /&gt;That was OUR thing. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;But thanks, eh? You actually listened, remembered and got what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-4767100469285617137?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/4767100469285617137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=4767100469285617137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/4767100469285617137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/4767100469285617137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/yeah-happy-fucking-birthday.html' title='Yeah, Happy Fucking Birthday.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SQC1mQJ_38I/AAAAAAAAAOI/1oRHU7EWQVY/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNjYuanBn%3F%3D-757384' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-1187775983167144817</id><published>2008-10-23T12:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:11:09.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.tumblr.com/BAxQAJRP8fcnxmo3cHVYbrmro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 525px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/BAxQAJRP8fcnxmo3cHVYbrmro1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-1187775983167144817?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/1187775983167144817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=1187775983167144817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/1187775983167144817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/1187775983167144817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-6896256614391210402</id><published>2008-10-23T10:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:36:59.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is my birthday and I am not doing a thing for it.&lt;br /&gt;No celebratory drinks, booty dance, dinner ... nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I plan on going to a spa, getting a much needed massage,&lt;br /&gt;mani/pedi, and possibly my hair done. Whenever I get&lt;br /&gt;home from that I am going to clean and go straight(ish) to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm so over birthdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;“ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people&lt;br /&gt;to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAVE BARRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-6896256614391210402?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/6896256614391210402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=6896256614391210402&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/6896256614391210402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/6896256614391210402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-6628243485776847902</id><published>2008-10-23T08:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T08:53:39.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JIM MORRISON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-6628243485776847902?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/6628243485776847902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=6628243485776847902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/6628243485776847902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/6628243485776847902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/people-are-afraid-of-themselves-of.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-3955100720657977702</id><published>2008-10-22T14:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:23:47.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SP9t200lyEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Wunx4OzLer0/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNjguanBn%3F%3D-755668"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SP9t200lyEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Wunx4OzLer0/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNjguanBn%3F%3D-755668" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260043678451615810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Healthful lunch from &lt;a href="http://www.choptsalad.com/indexflash.htm"&gt;CHOP'T&lt;/a&gt; : chop't poboy salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-3955100720657977702?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/3955100720657977702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=3955100720657977702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/3955100720657977702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/3955100720657977702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/sent-from-my-verizon-wireless.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SP9t200lyEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Wunx4OzLer0/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNjguanBn%3F%3D-755668' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-8929035691627071691</id><published>2008-10-22T13:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:56:43.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always envied people I see going running in the middle of the day.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had that luxury. When asked where I see myself in the future?&lt;br /&gt;The answer will be most definitely "being able to jog at 1:30 in the afternoon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-8929035691627071691?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/8929035691627071691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=8929035691627071691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/8929035691627071691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/8929035691627071691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-always-envied-people-i-see-going.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-2898654094512627535</id><published>2008-10-22T13:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:54:25.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Diddy at HU Homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SP9jlOjoqfI/AAAAAAAAAN4/9epIKJcoMUA/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNTcuanBn%3F%3D-724626"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SP9jlOjoqfI/AAAAAAAAAN4/9epIKJcoMUA/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNTcuanBn%3F%3D-724626" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260032381005900274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;Diddy &amp;amp; Tigger Out-Swagger After Party at LOVE&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly enough (or not) he showed up with Cassie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-2898654094512627535?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/2898654094512627535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=2898654094512627535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2898654094512627535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2898654094512627535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/diddy-at-hu-homecoming.html' title='Diddy at HU Homecoming'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SP9jlOjoqfI/AAAAAAAAAN4/9epIKJcoMUA/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNTcuanBn%3F%3D-724626' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-9191629479854523071</id><published>2008-10-22T11:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:50:41.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>d. sedaris on undecided voters</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I look at these people and can’t quite believe that they exist. Are they professional actors? I wonder. Or are they simply laymen who want a lot of attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. “Can I interest you in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-9191629479854523071?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.newyorker.com/humor/2008/10/27/081027sh_shouts_sedaris?currentPage=1' title='d. sedaris on undecided voters'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/9191629479854523071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=9191629479854523071&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/9191629479854523071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/9191629479854523071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/d-sedaris-on-undecided-voters.html' title='d. sedaris on undecided voters'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-7745744463091214751</id><published>2008-10-22T10:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:57:43.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SHOWS I NEED TO CATCH UP ON:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;House&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heroes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Greek&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Entourage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;True Blood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boston Legal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CSI: Miami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CSI: New York&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Law &amp;amp; Order: SVU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Damn, that is a whole lot of television.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-7745744463091214751?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/7745744463091214751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=7745744463091214751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7745744463091214751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7745744463091214751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/shows-i-need-to-catch-up-on-house.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-7776233912847073998</id><published>2008-10-22T10:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:39:42.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't updated my Breast Cancer awareness project in over 10 days&lt;br /&gt;But, I haven't given up on it - I still take a picture everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Mass upload coming soon. Check the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sassiecat"&gt;FLICKR&lt;/a&gt; for updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-7776233912847073998?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/7776233912847073998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=7776233912847073998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7776233912847073998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7776233912847073998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-havent-updated-my-breast-cancer.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-7979519635360582310</id><published>2008-10-22T08:31:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:44:05.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt; I think you're so full of it, full of it&lt;br /&gt;You just don't know when to let up&lt;br /&gt;I think you're so arrogant, arrogant&lt;br /&gt;But you think you're so much better&lt;br /&gt;I think it ain't healthy for me to judge&lt;br /&gt;you by your flaws and that's why I could&lt;br /&gt;criticize, but I put that aside - to focus on you and I (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you believe you'll do best without me&lt;br /&gt;then I'll let it go, it's over;&lt;br /&gt;but I had no doubt that we could've worked it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF YOU LEAVE&lt;/span&gt;" musiq featuring Mary J. Blige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had diverted to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TUMBLR&lt;/span&gt; for a while, but there's a nice comfortability to Blogger that I just can't leave alone for too long. So, I just made it look EXACTLY like it, and here I am once again. I love the sheer simplicity, it suits me. I've also taken up writing again, on paper, in a notebook. Shocking, right? But there's such a strange, weirdly validating and self-fulling sensation to getting your thoughts out, as is; no going back and deleting and editing - just my thoughts - raw and uncensored. Precisely what I need right now. I'm at a place where I have to evaluate my life and what I want out of it and I believe me employing a little whole brain thinking, as opposed to right and left separately will do me a world of good. I'll be less inclined to be ruled by emotion, and less inclined to be cold and calculating. A happy medium: the best of both worlds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-7979519635360582310?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/7979519635360582310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=7979519635360582310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7979519635360582310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7979519635360582310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-youre-so-full-of-it-full-of-it.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-938469483212504018</id><published>2008-10-03T08:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:40:09.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Make Me Happy Today:</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's Friday and the sun is shining.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The prospect of sushi consumption for lunch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk of Hope team is in the works.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day 3 of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breast Cancer Awareness Month&lt;/span&gt; project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Check the &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/sassiecat/sets/72157607649804336/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;. for the days so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My birthday is in 20 days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;20 days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;20 days!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;- I haven't made a solid plan yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got my ticket for FL. Going down the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13th-17th&lt;/span&gt;. Yayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.tumblr.com/Aq6tNd7h9aerjyhjccL8lOEP_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 133px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/Aq6tNd7h9aerjyhjccL8lOEP_400.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-938469483212504018?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/938469483212504018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=938469483212504018&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/938469483212504018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/938469483212504018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/10/lions-tigers-bears.html' title='Things That Make Me Happy Today:'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-5359381282000541056</id><published>2008-09-25T15:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:04:01.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't apologize.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But I was wrong, and I freely admit that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply don't apologize because I feel as if I have nothing to apologize about. I'm tired of always being sorry. Contrary to popular belief, I'm not a "sorry girl"; so how I got into this role I so actively shunned is beyond me. So I am not sorry - but I recognize I was wrong. I didn't speak to you when I called you back because I didn't want to say anything I won't mean forever, and anything I could have possibly said to you then would have been just that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-left: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.8ex; padding-left: 1ex;" class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I am not a machine. If you prick me, I will be bleed. If I am happy, I will smile. If I am sad, I will cry. And if I'm disappointed? I damn sure will show it. Why? Because I'm a sensitive human being. Perhaps overly sensitive but that, I've found, is not something I can control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote that in my blog the other day, and it is scary how much it is still resounding, however many days later. No, I am not irrational or dramatic or ridiculous, I am human. A human that still hasn't gotten over your last disappointment it seems, regardless of what good came out of it in the end. There was no closure, no understanding, nothing was resolved. And I blame you. Not fully, but mostly. Of course I'm to blame a bit - I am never without fault in any situation; but you let things unfold in the most unhealthy ways possible and this is what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I did not want to talk later. I wanted to talk then. Later is when there's enough time for the anger to implode, for the bad feelings to fester, and for the dramatics to escalate. But it's always "later" with you. Dealing with issues right as they happen doesn't fit neatly into the little calendar you don't bother sticking to anyway. There is never the right time. And then the right time ceases to exist, it never comes, and all the emotional (that might be a stretch) baggage gets carried along, bumbling along on the mental carousel until .... well you know what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crash and burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but you never do anything wrong. Me schlepping over to your side of town, in the cold and threatening in rain was not for my health. Actually, that is very bad for my health, as you already know. It might have been a misunderstanding, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. But this "it's not my problem" attitude did not help things much, in fact it made things exponentially worse. To be fair, that lashing out was a long time coming. And to be honest, it really wasn't just you. It was everything from this week so far; the flakiness, disappointments, general antagonist attitude towards the human race, not all having to do with you. So perhaps you simply just drew the short end of the stick. My compounded anger found itself combusting on you, not because you did anything terribly wrong but because you were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I can do that right? That's what best friends are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't apologize, but you should know I know that I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&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/7142539072991781706-5359381282000541056?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/5359381282000541056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=5359381282000541056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/5359381282000541056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/5359381282000541056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-apologize.html' title='I don&apos;t apologize.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-3480871235279591578</id><published>2008-09-23T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:37:17.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not a machine.</title><content type='html'>If you prick me, I will be bleed. If I am happy, I will smile. If I am sad, I will be cry.And if I'm disappointed? I damn sure will show it. Why? Because I'm a sensitive human being. Perhaps overly sensitive but that, I've found, is not something I can control. Despite my new found insight into the world and my place in it, despite my all new old attitude towards approaching life; generally not giving a damn and doing whatever I want - I can't help but fall right back into the same old routine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I expect so much from the human race?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's common knowledge that the world has reached a point where its never been, a point where the entire planet seems to be one consecutive letdown after the next. Not discounting the fact that peace is the "new thing to believe" in, the world as we know it is positively shoddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why then do I act surprised when people behave in a predictable manner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, maybe I want something to believe. &lt;br /&gt;Something to reedem the human race. Pfft! Good luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via Blackberry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-3480871235279591578?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/3480871235279591578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=3480871235279591578&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/3480871235279591578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/3480871235279591578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-not-machine.html' title='I am not a machine.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-8122463828926214143</id><published>2008-09-10T12:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T12:27:29.127-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humpday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='america&apos;s next top model'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making the band 4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one tree hill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mtb4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greek'/><title type='text'>Is it officially ... fall?</title><content type='html'>It sure feels like it. It's barely above 70 today and I've had to don a sweater and boots. Eek! I wanted summer to last, I really did ... but change isn't so bad either. I'm already thinking of all the pretty scarves and gorgeous boots I'll buy :D see? Better already. Methinks it's time to order that supercute fall coat I've been eying for a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy HumpDay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really Wednesday already? The week is flying by really fast, which is good because the weekend will soon be here so I can relax and whatnot (in theory)  Acclimating to the new work and school schedule was not as hard as I imagined. Yes, I have really long days but it's not so bad. Usually I finish all my homework in time to watch my shows so I can't complain too much! Speaking of shows, I need to find people who watch any or all of the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gossip Girls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Secret Life of the American Teenager (season ended yesterday?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Greek&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making the Band 4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;America's Next Top Model&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Geesh! That's a lot of shows, right? It is. That handy dandy DVR is a Godsend, I'd definitely miss every last one of them if it wasn't for it. Right now all these seasons are shaping up to be reallly good so if you watch it, let me know, so I can have someone to talk to about them whenever I get around to watching them. I can't really go "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT HAPPENED&lt;/span&gt;" to someone who doesn't watch ... and everyone thinks my shows are gay. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-rolls eyes-&lt;/span&gt; whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone's week is going by smoothly. If not, chin up. It'll get better. It always does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-8122463828926214143?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/8122463828926214143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=8122463828926214143&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/8122463828926214143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/8122463828926214143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-it-officially-fall.html' title='Is it officially ... fall?'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-1001076576524078630</id><published>2008-09-07T16:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T16:49:28.294-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonas brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='howard university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nfl sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuck palahniuk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emcee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dc'/><title type='text'>NFL Sunday.</title><content type='html'>Whoa. Neglected this thing much? Much. I've been busy with this thing called life, forgive me. Everytime I think I'm back for good, something throws a monkey wrench in my plans. Which isn't bad but sucks for this bloggy! :( Quick update with what's been up with me as of late, before I go get off this thing and get ready for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colts&lt;/span&gt; to play later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I got a new job, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;back in DC&lt;/span&gt; that's pretty awesome. It's close to where the 3 of my bestests work so I have a different lunch date everyday -giggles- I love it. I definitely couldn't do that when I worked in lameo Virginia. And it pays a whole lot more, which is a plus. AND I get to travel. Not sure how that'll work with school and stuffs but we'll cross that bridge when we get there. Possibly going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;, that'll be a nifty early birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+/- School started a few weeks ago, and it's been quite hectic. Buttloads of money on books and supplies, but when I think I only have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 semesters&lt;/span&gt; ... to go it's all worth it. But it's pretty hard doing it all by myself. Miss Independent, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the two biggest things that have happened, and they've been taking up a lot of my time. SO much time in fact, I haven't taken a picture in ages. Yes I know it's shocking. But that's that. I had a shoot scheduled for this weekend but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hurricane Hannah"&lt;/span&gt; or whatever it turned out to be rained on the parade, literally. So the weekend has been crawling by lazily. Spent most of the rainy Saturday reading my book of the week. It's called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Choke&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chuck Palahniuk&lt;/span&gt;. He's quickly becoming one of my favorite modern day fiction writers. Satirical horror stories - his writing style is definitely amazing. If I wanted to be a writer, I'd want to be just like him. :) Aceface likes him too, we're his groupies. You guys should check him out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the rain stopped and D and I ended up going to this music club for an emcee battle thingie. It was so interesting to see what people responded to ... the person with the best lyrical content didn't always win ... people just reacted to punchlines. Which is so sad punchlines can only get you so far. On the plus side, there was an emcee there that reminded me of Common :x he was my favorite, and he won. Ohhhh yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been lazy all day today ... it's gorgeous out but I've had to study and what not. In between OD'ing on Law &amp;amp; Order and CSI. I've been SO busy I've had SO many episodes piled up, I'm trying to catch up! It's a ridiculous amount though, I doubt I ever will. Well, I'm off to go attempt to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-jams to JB-&lt;/span&gt; they're my new guilty pleasure, and so cute to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SMQ7_auhSSI/AAAAAAAAANE/vQ7rWA-_Bhc/s1600-h/JonasBrothers1028x768TigerBeat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SMQ7_auhSSI/AAAAAAAAANE/vQ7rWA-_Bhc/s320/JonasBrothers1028x768TigerBeat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243381826858338594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*EDIT: I was definitely in the middle of updating Marsypan! You psychic lady you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peaceluvanmusiq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-1001076576524078630?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/1001076576524078630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=1001076576524078630&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/1001076576524078630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/1001076576524078630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/09/nfl-sunday.html' title='NFL Sunday.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SMQ7_auhSSI/AAAAAAAAANE/vQ7rWA-_Bhc/s72-c/JonasBrothers1028x768TigerBeat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-7230782948821687376</id><published>2008-08-18T09:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:06:14.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Summertime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s32.photobucket.com/flash/player.swf?file=http://vid32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/celebratorybootydance.flv" width="408" height="321"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been gone for a minute but I'm back :) How has everyone been??&lt;br /&gt;Time to catch up on all the blogs I've missed, woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-7230782948821687376?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/7230782948821687376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=7230782948821687376&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7230782948821687376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7230782948821687376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-summertime-bloggers.html' title='Happy Summertime'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-6544015931000402276</id><published>2008-08-08T23:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:42:44.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>888</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/888.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was in Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-6544015931000402276?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/6544015931000402276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=6544015931000402276&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/6544015931000402276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/6544015931000402276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/08/888.html' title='888'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-6213108547384135179</id><published>2008-08-07T22:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:26:26.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshua Allen, ftw!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/joshuaallen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua, is America's favorite dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;-runs around my apartment-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/kateeshean.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, Joshua Allen and Katee Shean.&lt;br /&gt;I called it from the start, Joshua and Katee:&lt;br /&gt;BEST. COUPLE. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go to the tour on November 10th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-6213108547384135179?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/6213108547384135179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=6213108547384135179&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/6213108547384135179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/6213108547384135179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/08/joshua-allen-ftw.html' title='Joshua Allen, ftw!'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-5638270371100413051</id><published>2008-08-06T12:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:05:26.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funambulism.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/rice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/"&gt;www.freerice.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/"&gt;www.freerice.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/"&gt;www.freerice.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For each word you get right, they donate 20 grains of rice to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UN World Food Program&lt;/span&gt; to help end hunger. It's a fun, easy way to help the cause, and also very good mental exercise! I play at work when I have a few minutes of downtime. So far got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3,600&lt;/span&gt; grains of rice donated. Great pick me up on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hump Day&lt;/span&gt;, knowing you're helping so many, by doing so little. At least once a day, people. Can go a long way. So bookmark and have fun testing/boosting your vocabulary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's only Wednesday and I can't wait for this week to be over. It's been so stressful. What with no phone, apartment hunting, school schedule revising and revising and revising again .. I'm surprised I'm not sitting here pulling my hair out. That'd be enough to do it for sure. So I called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asurion&lt;/span&gt; (the insurance for my phone) and they claim there was no airtime on a phone I use EVERY DAY so they can't process my claim. Can you believe that? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;$5.99&lt;/span&gt; a month for 2 years and when I actually need to use it ... I can't? GTFOH. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(\(o.O)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not going to get the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iPhone/Instinct&lt;/span&gt;. After exhaustingly extensive research I've found they both have a lot of bugs, and I'd rather wait to that's at a minimum to get either one. And the waiting list for the iPhone is like 3 weeks =\ it IS only a month after it dropped so I should've figured that. For now I'll keep my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slide&lt;/span&gt;, change my plan, and maybe upgrade to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LX&lt;/span&gt;;call it a day. -shrugs- I need to direct my monies to more important things anyway. Luxuries like new phones aren't really in the budget but I tried to fit it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, I only have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;20 credits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; left to graduate. WOOT?! Yes. And right now, what the revising and re-revising and re-re-revising, I'm debating whether I can do it all in one semester.  It's doable, but I'd be insane to. And would not be able to have any other responsibilities. Which I do. Sometimes I which I was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;complacent career student&lt;/span&gt;, look where being independent has got me? Far, yes, but I miss having that 3 month summer break and no job and mooching off my parents. :( Mooching, ftw. Too bad that won't and can't happen. Bmmr. Anyhoo, those are the dilemmas of Stacey. Feels like I'm walking a tightrope, trying not to fall. That's where the blog title comes from; means tightrope walking. It's also the word in my freerice.com screenshot. Thought that was ironic so I decided to blog these tidbits, keep you guys updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone else's week is going smoothly! I try to stay in the loop but it's hard, being so ridiculously busy and such. Fill me in guise. :) I'm interested, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH OH OH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for Fall TV!! Even though I'll be too busy to watch :(( DVR FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/topmodel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;America's Next Top Model&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;New &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;House&lt;/span&gt; too, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;, and a host of other new shows that look interesting. woop woop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-5638270371100413051?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/5638270371100413051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=5638270371100413051&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/5638270371100413051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/5638270371100413051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/08/funambulism.html' title='Funambulism.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-6130939703591406326</id><published>2008-08-04T21:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:20:06.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What fresh hell.</title><content type='html'>I lost my phone today. Well, I - yeah I donno. Either way it's gone. It was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dash&lt;/span&gt;, not the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sidekick&lt;/span&gt;, so I'm not as upset as I COULD be but, that means no phone calls, until I get a new phone. Yahoo, AIM and textiing for the next 2 weeks. Maybe. I'm thinking I should just go ahead and get the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iPhone &lt;/span&gt;now, it's been almost a month since the new one came out so maybe it's good on the bugs and stuffs. I'm also looking at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Instinct&lt;/span&gt;. Sprint has service &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyyywhereee&lt;/span&gt;. Gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/iphone_instinct.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-scratches head in confusion-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-6130939703591406326?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/6130939703591406326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=6130939703591406326&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/6130939703591406326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/6130939703591406326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-fresh-hell.html' title='What fresh hell.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-7632679475242124672</id><published>2008-08-03T16:56:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:18:42.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New BlogSpot address:&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change your links, guise!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you want to be added to my list of blogs, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, it's been a long weekend. Long, exhausting, and a lot of other words that describe ... length. LMAO. Ah boy. It's been a lazy Sunday though, for sure. I've watched like 3 or 4 movies whilst I've been changing my layout (like it?) and editing pictures. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt; was actually a pretty decent movie. Glad I didn't make someone buy it because it was THAT great to own it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harold and Kumar: Escape From Guantanamo Bay&lt;/span&gt; was pretty fun too. It was kinda crude and disgusting but I chuckled a bit. Them going to White Castle was for sure funnier. Go figure.  Also watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Misma Luna&lt;/span&gt; (Under The Same Moon). That was so touching. It's a Mexican film about the urgent love between a son and his mother. The kid, Carlitos, when hisgrandmother dies, he sets off for the United States, attempting the perilous journey that includes a border crossing near El Paso and making his way to Los Angeles to somehow find his mother who left 4 years prior to make a better life for him. Go rent it if you get a chance, I def. recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estelle&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hard Rock Cafe&lt;/span&gt; was awesome. She was pretty fabbo live. I didn't expect it. And she wears braces, I SO didn't know that. I only noticed after editing the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/IMG_0346.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/IMG_0348.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/IMG_0235.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/IMG_0298.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sassiecat/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt; for the rest of the pics. Go on, go on, You want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday I had a Photo Shoot. It wasn't bad at all. I haven't looked in depth at the pictures since I downloaded them to my computer but so far, all's well. :) I've been super busy with just about everything so I haven't been around much but hopefully things'll cool down this week. -crosses fingers- Alas, I must go clean and stuffs. I should make these fools clean up after they completely dismantled my living room. Too bad I can't blame the rest of the mess on them. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm Audi 5000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(^_^)v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, stole that from Noah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ACEFACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I earlobe you lots, hope it's going great. I'll be calling to bug you later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-7632679475242124672?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/7632679475242124672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=7632679475242124672&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7632679475242124672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7632679475242124672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/08/whew.html' title='Whew.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-3835022602688082741</id><published>2008-07-31T12:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T12:30:08.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>These are the times.</title><content type='html'>I am so freaking exhausted. I need a day or two of just sleep, really. S'ridic. I'm so hungry too :( I didn't bring anything in for lunch so I'll have to go out. It's all cloudy and threatening to be a stormnado (Firefox says that's not a word, but it SO is, psh) so I'm not sure how I feel about that as yet. Will probably go at 1, instead of the usual 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I had a shoot for a CD cover, that I ultimately had to design. At the very last minute, mind you. Remind me to learn how to say no. Only, I knew if I didn't do it it'd look like shit and didn't want to risk that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The version they decided to go with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other two versions I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/12-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one do you guys like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I haven't done much of work work at work and that's fine. I'm too tired anyway, and my hunger is taking over my miiiind. Arrrgh! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-stares wistfully out the window- &lt;/span&gt;I wasnt to go home and crawl under my nice soft sheets on my supremely comfortable bed. Speaking of home, I'll probably be starting the apartment hunt soon. Perhaps I'll get a condo, idk. My lease is up in December so I have some time. I may or may not get a roommate, I'd save soooo much money, money I could be using to buy myself pretty things. Or saving. Yeah, saving, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate I've been ridiculously busy. I have a lot of different projects with the music, the photography,  I have absolutely no time to rest. But I'll always make time for fun! ;D Going to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estelle &lt;/span&gt;at the Hard Rock Cafe tomorrow. Should be fun and interesting. Maybe I'll get some good pictures out of it, that'd be pretty schweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-3835022602688082741?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/3835022602688082741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=3835022602688082741&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/3835022602688082741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/3835022602688082741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/07/these-are-times.html' title='These are the times.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-2591347088801781812</id><published>2008-07-28T09:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:57:27.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock the Bells with bells on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROCK THE BELLS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesomeness&lt;br /&gt;(In a word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun. Maybe a little too much fun because I'm for sure dragging along at work right now. I didn't get home til' 11:30, so I was out there for over 12 hours. Best 12 hours ever. Best hip-hop festival, ever. For all the people who are going on other dates, you'll have a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/rtbpands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Peanut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/rtbsandt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Trey.&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, totally wasn't ready for that picture. Oops?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See the dress I made? -giggles- It says "When I didn't have a mic, I rapped on headphones" and it's signed by Madlib. If you don't know who Madlib is you suck. But yeah, it was a big hit. I had people coming up to me asking where I got. -giggles like a piglet- =] It was definitely fun. Pictures will be on flickr when I get a chance to mess with all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-2591347088801781812?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/2591347088801781812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=2591347088801781812&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2591347088801781812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2591347088801781812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/07/rock-bells-with-bells-on.html' title='Rock the Bells with bells on.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-4763569196956444126</id><published>2008-07-26T08:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T09:16:34.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do It Yourself!</title><content type='html'>Is it weird that I am filled with glee at the prospect of a DIY project? I'm starting to think so. I mean, there's nothing wronggg with it; I just get super excited when I think up another project to start ^_^ I don't need a hobby, I got one. And I'm so handy and junk is awesome fun. Yeps. Today I'm going to paint my 2 bookcases and I've recruited Peanut to help me so it doesn't take forever and a day. I'm thinkng ... black with white swirls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll match my rug that's white with black swirls. Schweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I found this nifty video on how to convert a t-shirt into a dress that I'll probably try out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/1245976/how_to_convert_a_t_shirt_in_a_sexy_dress.swf" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/1245976/how_to_convert_a_t_shirt_in_a_sexy_dress/"&gt;How to Convert A T-shirt in A Sexy Dress - video powered by Metacafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this totallly wicked shirt that I would love to wear to the festival tomorrow. Except for the fact that it's about ... 4 sizes too large? Cool project, no? I thnk so. I just don't want to ruin the shirt if I mess up so I'll probably practice on one I don't care about. I always seem to find (extra) shirts around here that clearly don't belong to me as I could probably live in them if my heart so desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-stretches-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am up way too early. As usual. I've resigned to my fate of never sleeping late so it's cool. More time to be productive anyway. Last night went to see Stepbrothers! at around 10:30. The movie was freaking hilarious. I don't know if it was the apple martinis I had with dinner but I was giggling like a piglet the entire time. There's one scene that's just absurdly disgusting but I would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/span&gt; recommend it. Everyone go see it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-pushes y'all towards the nearest theater-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://64.13.248.103/images/poster-stepbrothers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-giggles-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey crushcake! How was your show? You'll probably tell me before you see this but, couldn't hurt to ask. I was doing internal good luck wishing, did you get it? At least you made it there, lmao. Sillybutt&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other fabulous news, I got my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DSLR&lt;/span&gt; yesterday! I totally was NOT expecting it this soon. I told the retardo people at Canon to email me when it's shipped. But surprise (or not) they didn't and I came home to find it sitting outside my door. I was expecting my new planner/agenda book and I assumed that was it until I thought ... "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait, there is no planner on God's green that is this heavy&lt;/span&gt;" and I was right! I haven't had much of a chance to mess around with it yet but, soon. So now I have to go to the rental office at 10am when they open to get my planner. Stupid post office. It could have totally fit in the mail box. Yeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/100_0709.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hell yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I must be going. I have to go clean up before Peanut gets here and takes his vacuum home. I've had it for like, 2 months now and just now going to use it. Procrastination is a bitch. So let me stop. Toodles, noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-4763569196956444126?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/4763569196956444126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=4763569196956444126&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/4763569196956444126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/4763569196956444126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-it-yourself.html' title='Do It Yourself!'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-2545697561972446418</id><published>2008-07-24T14:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T15:45:28.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>w00t !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess who's going to Rock the Bells on Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-runs around in circles-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;MEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/rock-the-bells-2008-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-2545697561972446418?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/2545697561972446418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=2545697561972446418&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2545697561972446418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2545697561972446418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/07/w00t.html' title='w00t !'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-6026201250195477326</id><published>2008-07-21T12:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:33:57.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My cornerstone, you're who I go to&lt;br /&gt;Love that you've shown&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't compare to any I've known&lt;br /&gt;You're the exception, treasure&lt;/blockquote&gt;Wowza, haven't posted in a few days eh? It's been a long and busy weekend so there wasn't too much down time. Quick update, yeah? Bullets? Mos def.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt; (gray) won the ongoing dress debate; ordering it later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm still getting the coat. Naturally.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slaggie and I went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nando's&lt;/span&gt; on Friday. Woo. They definitely put in it a great location. Chinatown is like the restaurant central so they were extremely busy. Was worth it though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was supposed to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt; after but 4 shows in a ROW were sold out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So he let me drive circles around the parking lot =]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got up all early to see it at 10:30 am. And it was awesome! I don't even like Batman and I enjoyed it, immensely. I want to see it in IMAX now, I heard it was even better, if that's even possible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iHop&lt;/span&gt; for brunch and got bluberry pancakes. Yum.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-drools-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally got the stuff to make my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cupcake pops&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully I'll do that this week so I can send some to Eric like I promised. These are more shipping friendly, definitely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to a cook-out Saturday afternoon and stuffed my face ^_^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barry (Slaggie's dad) made fun of me as usual. There's nothing wrong with being a size zero! BOBdamnit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BOBdamnit is my new favorite "curse"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Along with wench. Wench.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Didn't get to go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artscape&lt;/span&gt; to see Mario and Dru Hill. Bmmr. I'd be more bummed if it were Ne-Yo. Thank goodness he was canceled.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to the Inner Harbor and walked around for a bit, finally settling on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheesecake Factory&lt;/span&gt; for dins.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Raspberry Truffle&lt;/span&gt; that's sitting in my fridge at home calling my name.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My BFF went home Sunday morning :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had to do A LOT of laundry. But I didn't procrastinate. And actually folded them right away! Yay me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to the Billiards place with Peanut. I'm not that good  but I had a decent time. It was so awkward though because I'm pretty much done being friends with him. More on that later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rented &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penelope &lt;/span&gt;which was a cute movie. Watch it if you can. I liked it, and the moral. It has Christina Ricci and Reese Witherspoon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Currently looking for a new job. I don't really like it here anymore. So I'm working on my resume when I get some down-time. S'about all. Gotta get back to work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;Later tater tots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-6026201250195477326?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/6026201250195477326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=6026201250195477326&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/6026201250195477326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/6026201250195477326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/07/you.html' title='You.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-6829810119769268453</id><published>2008-07-19T08:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T08:57:03.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Buenos Dias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope everyone is having a good weekend and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;= ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best is here so I won't be around much. Also leaves me time to evaluate friendships I thought were important to me. It's interesting to observe these things; I'll probably blog my conclusions when I come to them. For now, I'm off to go get ready to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt;. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/darknight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anxious to see Heath's possible Oscar winning performance.&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you all know what I thought. Toodles, noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-6829810119769268453?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/6829810119769268453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=6829810119769268453&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/6829810119769268453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/6829810119769268453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/07/buenos-dias.html' title='Buenos Dias.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-6938970126781815321</id><published>2008-07-17T12:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:15:29.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What you feel is what you are. And what you are is beautiful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need opinions.&lt;br /&gt;So, I got my SocialVibe reward; a BabyPhat giftcard.&lt;br /&gt;I really really don't like BabyPhat and that stupid cat but, I checked the website and they had a few decent pieces that I would wear in public. By few I mean 3. These are my choices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/bpshirred.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/flutter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/bppleat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/pleated.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Fall '08 Trunk Show so I can't order until August ... 7th? I think. But they're both the same price. So it's just a matter of which I like better. What do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lovelovelove♥ this trench coat! Gosh. It'd look so cute in the fall. Def feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;Probably won't get it this time around, but definitely in time for the cold.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a birthday present to myself? I donno yet. Everything else sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/bptrench.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/trench.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-6938970126781815321?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/6938970126781815321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=6938970126781815321&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/6938970126781815321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/6938970126781815321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-you-feel-is-what-you-are-and-what.html' title='What you feel is what you are. And what you are is beautiful.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-2352125221443024021</id><published>2008-07-16T22:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:15:44.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wtfudgesicle?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am so upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I had a really good blog I was gonna do, that I'll probably save for later because this crap is bothering the hell out of me. Why do people lie? Seriously, what do you gain from lying? It's just a whole lot of work, what with the remembering all of them and keeping them straight. Once you tell that first lie, it's very hard to stop. You have to supplement that lie with another, and that one with another, until you inadvertently strangle yourself in the web that you spun. Oh yes, strangulation is inevitable. What goes around comes around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Oh, what a tangled web we weave; when at first we practice to deceive."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now this has nothing really to do with me but I hate seeing this stuff happen to people I care about. Over and over and over again. I suppose I should be angry at him for allowing her to do it but he's so optimistic, always trying to see the good in people, when clearly, that girl doesn't have any. What happened was this: since about 2006, these 2 people were supposed to meet up. Now, everytime this was supposed to happen, some ridiculous out of this world thing happens that stops it from doing so. Fine. Whatever. This was before I knew either of them. But I'll be damned if I'm in the picture and watch idly as she does it again. Last summer, we waited 3 months for her to go from Michigan to Virginia. How the fuck does that happen? Seriously. But wait, apparently she was all up and down VA but couldn't find the time to see someone she claims to care so much about? Claims to LOVE? That's mind boggling. IV real. I want someone to explain that to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How can you "love" someone, claim you care so much for them, and then can't even come see them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; How much disaster (fictional or not) can you inflict on yourself to justify your not being there? If you love someone there's not a thing in this world that should stop you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Man, wtf. The latest episode in this drama is she claimed to have bought a ticket for a flight that doesn't exist that's leaving at a quarter past never and thinks that's okay. He took time off work because I think he hoped she'd live up to her word this time. Honestly I was hoping she did too. But to do it again, and waste some innocent persons' time is unnacceptable. Lo and behold the time to go to the airport comes and the flight is "canceled". I really do believe she believes half, if not everything she says though. I mean, everyone knows, if you say it, think it, wish it hard enough; it'll be true. God, I'm all over the place this nonsense is messing with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And here I am, the one that will have to deal with the disappointment and mend the wounds. And to think,  I let him go so he can inflict this on himself. I shoud have known better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Non-fiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-2352125221443024021?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2352125221443024021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2352125221443024021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/07/wtfudgesicle.html' title='Wtfudgesicle?'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-3582001927511067592</id><published>2008-07-15T10:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:02:20.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nas. Untitled. In Stores.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/nas08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas. Untitled. In Stores &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOW&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I highly suggest everyone go out and buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite tracks: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make The World Go Round&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hero&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sly Fox&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're Not Alone&lt;/span&gt;. Fried Chicken is a wonderful use of metaphor. The lyrics; incredible. You won't be disappointed. Yes I bootlegged it, but I also ordered my copy &gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-3582001927511067592?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/3582001927511067592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=3582001927511067592&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/3582001927511067592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/3582001927511067592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/07/nas-untitled-in-stores.html' title='Nas. Untitled. In Stores.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-2427965419095086596</id><published>2008-07-14T21:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:55:11.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't hesitate no more - no more.</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling loads better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;= ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for that. Feeling like someone was repeatedly punching you in your stomach for the last 2 days was NOT fun. So after spending all day in the middle of the floor Sunday, and dragging myself into work today ... I feel great! ^_^ Just finished my spicy salmon, corn on the cob, and mixed vegetables. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was everyone's weekend? Mine was pretty good, more bittersweet really. Turns out, we were having a fight. The most nonsensical shit known to man; we're not in a relationship and yet, I'll be damned if we don't act like it I swear. Ugh it makes no sense. I hate it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-rolls eyes-&lt;/span&gt; but we kissed and made up and went to Six Flags. Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/peanutty-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had loads of fun. Then he took me out to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nando's Peri Peri &lt;/span&gt;for dinner. For those that don't know; Nando's is a South African based restaurant chain that I absolutely love and frequented when I lived in England - JUST opened in their only American location in D.C. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I LOVE LIVING IN D.C.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Haha. No, rly. Yes, just for that one fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/nandos-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have the best chicken, best mashed potatoes, best wine, best everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I plan on taking my other bestie on Friday, perhaps after we see the new Batman movie. I'm not really interested in it, but it looks like it'll be pretty cool. And that's reason enough. I'm really sleepy though, watching this Roscoe Jenkins movie (which sucks) so I might turn in for the night. Toodles, noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-2427965419095086596?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/2427965419095086596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=2427965419095086596&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2427965419095086596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2427965419095086596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-wont-hesitate-no-more-no-more.html' title='I won&apos;t hesitate no more - no more.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-7437345304234199271</id><published>2008-07-10T19:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:46:04.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I will not fall for the okie-doke.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dVHtGyd-B0U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dVHtGyd-B0U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick little update seeing as I'm on the sidekicky and all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ iPhone 3G comes out tomorrow! Yay, much? Totally getting it (I hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Broken cammie :( -sighs- poor little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Canon discount so I can get the dslr for $449. w00t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I think we're having a fight? Who knows anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Nas "Untitled". July 15th, go cop it. No, seriously. Mark that shit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm hungrry and I just ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It's not the weekend yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+/- I'm at the studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its going to be a fiasco, I know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SYTYCD wasn't that good yesterday. I was disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Comfort will probably go home hahahaha. I won't get to watch til' laytur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- At this garbage I just head :(( oh lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+/- Jay Adams "I Created a Monster". Solid effort holmes. I see definite growth potential. Can't wait for Science Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- At typical crap&amp;b songs. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ New screen names, AIM and Yahoo. Hit me up to be added. I won't start using it til' next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ If you're smart you could probably figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ My SocialVibe reward was delivered today. UPS left it at my rental office. I won't be able to get it til Saturday at this rate. I think they send more pink balls with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ They have new environmentally friendly packaging. The hot pink rocked, but good for the environment is good for me too&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++ I lovelovelove the new layout. I made it myself =]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I stole your clickie icons LIZZY :( sowwie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I still love it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'm off to go stop someone from making a mistake. If they'd ever listen to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-7437345304234199271?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/7437345304234199271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=7437345304234199271&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7437345304234199271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7437345304234199271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='I will not fall for the okie-doke.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-6006812357230286390</id><published>2008-07-08T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:36:05.631-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Milli.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6G6rlhBsWNM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6G6rlhBsWNM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahaha. That's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obama '08!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-6006812357230286390?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/6006812357230286390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=6006812357230286390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/6006812357230286390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/6006812357230286390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/07/milli.html' title='A Milli.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-6109957899337366229</id><published>2008-07-04T09:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T09:38:27.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1414/732966391_8016141caa_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1414/732966391_8016141caa_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy 4th of July, everyone. Enjoy the day and all that it may bring.&lt;br /&gt;Here, it looks like rain sadly but hopefully it passes. I'm off to go shopping with my bestie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whatever other shenanigans I find myself into. Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace, Love &amp;amp; Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-6109957899337366229?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/6109957899337366229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=6109957899337366229&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/6109957899337366229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/6109957899337366229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-2898592735100235053</id><published>2008-07-02T21:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:47:25.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Kiss. *muah!*</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting here watching&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SYTYCD&lt;/span&gt; and I am thoroughly distracted. I bet it's going to take me 10 hours to type this, really. It is sooo good. Chelsie &amp;amp; Mark, Katee &amp;amp; Joshua, and Courtney &amp;amp; Gev! :D So good! Twitchington's last dance was pretty damn awesome too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-munches on my chicken and broccoli alfredo-&lt;/span&gt; :yum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this show. Really. It rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Almost makes me want to find a studio and start dancing again. Ehhh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long day, I am beyond exhausted. I was practically falling asleep at work, for chrissakes. Although that's probably not that surprising. It was a long night yesterday and I completely forgot to eat and barely got my usual meager amount of sleep. Yes, I, Stacey, forgot to eat. That's like me forgetting to breathe. Tsk. But Peanut came over and we had a really long talk about just ... everything. We just sat there for around 4 hours really trying to come to an understanding and acceptance of each other and I really believe this will be a turning point for us. Well,  I can hope. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;IluvU2much&lt;/span&gt;. That really cut into my sleep time though! Two long-winded people coming together never bodes well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was realllly bored at work though. Omg. And I couldn't imagine, what, for the life of me, I use to entertain myself of the internetz. Couldn't think of a single thing. I might have gone to the Valley of the Mad had I not have my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Louise Rennison&lt;/span&gt; book. Georgia had me giggling like a piglet as usual and that made the last few hours bareable. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Startled By His Furry Shorts&lt;/span&gt; ... certifiable mad without a doubt. Check out her books if you want fun, light reading, that WILL have you laughing out loud. Just do try not to read it around people, lmao. They'lll give you weird looks; take it from me. Thank goodness tomorrow is the last day of work for the week though! Hopefully we get to leave 2 hours early. Cross your fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a new magazine that I really love. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMPLEX&lt;/span&gt;. Oh yeah, and I totally stole it from Eric. I had it for a while and didn't even bother looking at it until he mentioned he was waiting for it. :-P hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.complex.com/assets/galleries/2996/complexcover-mcavoy-common-jun2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.complex.com/assets/galleries/2996/complexcover-mcavoy-common-jun2008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's like, the Onion of magazines, except with real facts. It's funny and awesome. I DID find a typo in there though. Just the one, but still. What was so funny was that they had the word bolded. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Courvoisier&lt;/span&gt;. That was the word, a sponsor, no less. Haha. Vogue doesn't make typos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-dances around in circles-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get to bed though. I haven't decided if I'm going to work tomorrow or not. Probably will but we'll see and stuffs. Toodles noodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace, Love &amp;amp; Music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-2898592735100235053?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/2898592735100235053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=2898592735100235053&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2898592735100235053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2898592735100235053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/07/kiss-kiss-muah.html' title='Kiss Kiss. *muah!*'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-5761503896343254405</id><published>2008-06-30T12:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T15:11:25.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ADHD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5qBMgCxg-II&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5qBMgCxg-II&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make fun of me  I'm a loser, I knows. But I don't care =P go look at Lizzy's blog for hers! And if it's not on there bug her until she does it, ahahahaha.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my weekend was pretty lame kinda. It was supposed to be awesome but nothing ever goes according to plan. -shrugs- what can you do? Oh well. I went to the Caribbean festival parade thing in DC. It's was cool for the rather short time we were there. Got a few good shots I'll post to flickr when I get some time. But that just put a damper on the entire weekend. All subesequent plans were canceled because someone decided they had something better to do. But karma works in mysterious ways. Having the car break down twice in a 3 hour trip, and not knowing how you're going to get home is pretty sufficient punishment I think. We didn't even get to go to iKea -folds arms- if we miss the sale I'm going to get very upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You can get em like "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heyyyy!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Imma get em like "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ohhhh!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ace's new project is really good, as I'm sure you ALL already know.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite song is The Truth. Oh you can tell from my video? Nevermind then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've nothing else to type about. Well more like I don't particularly feel like typing. Whatevs. Perhaps I can skip out and get away with a 2 hour lunch? We'll see. Toodles, noodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-5761503896343254405?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/5761503896343254405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=5761503896343254405&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/5761503896343254405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/5761503896343254405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/06/adhd.html' title='ADHD!'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-1259775376886659342</id><published>2008-06-29T22:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:29:06.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gotcha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes around&lt;br /&gt;Baby I thought you knew&lt;br /&gt;Do somebody wrong before too long,&lt;br /&gt;its gonna get done to you&lt;br /&gt;And you might think you got away with playin me for a fool&lt;br /&gt;dont you know, 360 its coming right back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And did it. I hate to revel in your misfortune, but you deserve it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-1259775376886659342?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/1259775376886659342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=1259775376886659342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/1259775376886659342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/1259775376886659342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/06/karma.html' title='Karma..'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-2330697607996045453</id><published>2008-06-25T16:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:14:57.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're all experiments, in the "Love Experience"..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been in a pretty good mood as of late; I can't really complain at all at this point. Sitting here listening to some old(er) Raheem DeVaughn, trying not to yawn my head off, and hoping this last almost hour of work goes by quickly. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-yawns-&lt;/span&gt; it's been a long and busy day. But it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday is my favorite day of the work week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd, right? Well only because it signifies that the worst days are gone, and the weekend is around the corner. Who doesn't love weekends? No one, that's who. Even the anti-social kid you see at Panera focused so intently on his laptop while slurping his broccoli and cheese soup loves weekends. It's a known fact. I can't wait for the weekend. Not sure what I want to do yet but - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-yawns-&lt;/span&gt; I hope it'll be good. Now if only I could stop yawning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's been weird lately? Re-connecting with people I knew back in Prep school. 10 years ago, wow, that's a hella long time right? It is. And then one day, they just show up again. Facebook is a powerful tool. Might be even more powerful than MySpace if you really think about it ... but it's been great catching up with old friends. Hopefully we stay connected and ANOTHER 10 years doesn't go back. I feel so old. 10 years, lol. I started the 7th grade when I was 9 years old. Yes. Really. I AM a certified genius, no bullshit. So I don't feel TOO bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still. People my age can't even begin to be on the level that I'm on. I think that's why I don't really relate to my age group, and gravitate towards older people. Something to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta stop yawning though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric took the kids to the zoo today! And sent me pictures of the penguins cuz he knows they're my favorite &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm going to St. Louis towards the end of August so he can take meee to the zoo. w00t, much? Much. My obsession with penguins is probably unhealthy but who gives a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SGKzrakTSaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ksglc3h9ZIk/s1600-h/IMG00357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SGKzrakTSaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ksglc3h9ZIk/s320/IMG00357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215928876895783330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SGKzp01jKEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kBsgjkcwCyg/s1600-h/IMG00355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SGKzp01jKEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kBsgjkcwCyg/s320/IMG00355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215928849587710018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SGKzqhnpjAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/s-rnf84Z_zU/s1600-h/IMG00356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SGKzqhnpjAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/s-rnf84Z_zU/s320/IMG00356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215928861609004034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;Cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've to actually go work (blahhh) aka listen to Raheem (yay!) but this just in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SGKhXmGxX1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/KM0cwmxUeX4/s1600-h/socialvibereward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SGKhXmGxX1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/KM0cwmxUeX4/s320/socialvibereward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215908745186467666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, I seriously cannot think of another reason why, if you're not already, to join SocialVibe. Sheesh. Win cool prizes, and help a great cause, effortlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$9,823 raised for Peace &amp;amp; Human Rights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace, Love &amp;amp; Music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-2330697607996045453?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/2330697607996045453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=2330697607996045453&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2330697607996045453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2330697607996045453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/06/were-all-experiments-in-love-experience.html' title='We&apos;re all experiments, in the &quot;Love Experience&quot;..'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SGKzrakTSaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ksglc3h9ZIk/s72-c/IMG00357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-408962655211272430</id><published>2008-06-23T22:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:30:20.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Feel Like Writing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't feel like writing today, but I'll write anyway, because how else can I get good? [...] Why I write when I don't feel like writing, because I'll find out shit about myself I never, ever, knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IGHlsqONHVo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IGHlsqONHVo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="325" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the whole thing, or skip to Regie Cain.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, you won't be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-408962655211272430?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/408962655211272430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=408962655211272430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/408962655211272430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/408962655211272430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dont-feel-like-writing-today-but-ill.html' title='I Don&apos;t Feel Like Writing.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-630365428283000404</id><published>2008-06-21T14:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T14:39:09.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not enough to say that I miss you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SF1Kl5EXawI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-76bwi5ejMw/s1600-h/003%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SF1Kl5EXawI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-76bwi5ejMw/s320/003%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214405958399650562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have a nice weekend, all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-630365428283000404?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/630365428283000404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=630365428283000404&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/630365428283000404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/630365428283000404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-not-enough-to-say-that-i-miss-you.html' title='It&apos;s not enough to say that I miss you.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SF1Kl5EXawI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-76bwi5ejMw/s72-c/003%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-4357328269550480440</id><published>2008-06-17T09:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:12:45.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spottiottiedogaliscious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I had one wish, we would be best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how certain things take you back to a time in your life you thought you had completely forgotten about. Not me, I remember virtually everything but certain songs transport me back in time, and it will be so vivid I'd almost think it were real. Then I flash back to reality. I've realized that many, if not all  of my memories are audio stimulated. That probably has something to do with my very [un]healthy(?) obsession with music. Whatever the case may be, as I sit here listening to my iPod, it hit me. My weakness is I expect too much from people. Also, caring too much but that's a whole 'nother story in a whole 'nother book. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-tsks-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the saying goes "If you have no expectations, you'll have no disappointments" and I'm really starting to wonder if that's true. Perhaps not entirely but it might hold a grain of truth in there. Now, I'm not one to have low, much less no expectations for people. But I can't help think how much better my life would be if I just ... stopped. No one lives up to the expectations I have of them. I have high hopes for them, while all the while they're constantly aiming low. I can't want your dream for you, more than you. That makes no sense. It's not my dream, it's yours. I'll do all I can in the end but when a new day comes upon us, I'm not really going to waste my time helping some achieve something they don't really want. That's stupid. And momma didn't raise no fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-yawns-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When am I not tired, you ask? I don't know. I went to bed ridiculously early too and still tired. I succumbed to the exhaustion and went to sleep around 9:30pm. That's ridiculousness! I wasn't really doing much of anything, even though I had plenty to do, but I just sat around and attempted to watch Mr. Bean's Holiday and have sushi. Lovelovelove sushi. It was superb ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SFfhfxLi4WI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/68XUPLM-PaE/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SFfhfxLi4WI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/68XUPLM-PaE/s320/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212883029598593378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spicy rolls&lt;/span&gt;. My favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to update my flickr. Well, I did so go check it out (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sassiecat/"&gt;CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!&lt;/a&gt;) but there are other photos I haven't even bothered to look at after I uploaded them. It's been a hectic past couple of weeks and it will probably get even more so. I'll try to do better though. I'm off to go peruse Sears' website so I can use Eric's discount to get my camera ;D w00t. Later tater tots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-4357328269550480440?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/4357328269550480440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=4357328269550480440&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/4357328269550480440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/4357328269550480440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/06/spottiottiedogaliscious.html' title='Spottiottiedogaliscious.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SFfhfxLi4WI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/68XUPLM-PaE/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-6991927538679213057</id><published>2008-06-12T15:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T16:46:03.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nevermind, I'm just saying stuff we both know.</title><content type='html'>It's funny how time flies. It feels like the week just started, and now it's practically coming to an end. Both good and bad; good - because the weekend will be upon us before we know it, bad because I can't figure out what, if at all, that I've done in these past 4 days vaguely productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next week will bring more productivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a steady 90+ around here, it's almost unbearable. Almost. But it aids my never-ending quest to become more brown and stop messing with photo filters. =[ Yes, a pool day is definitely schedule into my weekend somewhere, whenever I figure that out. Almost 100 degrees in June ... only God knows what the rest of the summer wil bring. It's shaping up to be a good one though; lots of fun, traveling, business ventures. Should be good. Should be. Cue my knack for irretrievably breaking things that should have been impossible to break to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-shrugs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well! I'm sitting here at work right now, not really doing much of anything. Updating my iPod, deleting garbage that shouldn't have been on there in the first place, looking for album art. Did I mention I got a new iPod? Yep they gave me a brand new one fresh out the box after my old one decided to flatline on me. I named it&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ms. blueberry cutemuffin&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah yeah, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very disappointed in the rest of the world though. Specifically the internet. -tsks- I was going to order my DSLR today. Well, my mother was going to. But me, being the obsessive person that I am, hemmed and hawed over the whole ordeal, trying to decide, deciding, changing my mind, the whole nine. But I finally settled on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rebel xT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;, ready to order. I decide to look up the site I was going to order from, just to see what other people had to say about it. MAN. The reviews I read were un-be-freaking-lievable. Unreal. This site was scamming people, using a bait and switch technique, taking your money and then trying to sell you something else, more expensive, or you not receive anything in return. But wait, I went to around 6 or 7 other sites and they all got these same reviews. I was so disappointed. And scared to order anything on the internet. So the new camera is on hold for now. I'm going to go to actual camera stores around here and see what the prices are looking like. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt; always do your research before making a big purchase, you'll save yourself the time, headache, and money if you do. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I GOT MY PINK BALL YESTERDAY&lt;/span&gt;! After waiting like 3 weeks for it, I finally got my SocialVibe pink ball in the mail and have been playing with it ever since ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SFGKcgnE4kI/AAAAAAAAAJM/7HjedTLkYok/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SFGKcgnE4kI/AAAAAAAAAJM/7HjedTLkYok/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211098466239177282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SFGKumloRkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jSne8GhpXqM/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SFGKumloRkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jSne8GhpXqM/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211098777081366082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy thoughts =] back to searching for album art. Probably should write my grocery list  so Peanut doesn't have a coronary when we go to the grocery store and I don't know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toodles, noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-6991927538679213057?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/6991927538679213057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=6991927538679213057&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/6991927538679213057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/6991927538679213057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/06/nevermind-im-just-saying-stuff-we-both.html' title='Nevermind, I&apos;m just saying stuff we both know.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__oTR7rOz-Qc/SFGKcgnE4kI/AAAAAAAAAJM/7HjedTLkYok/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-668217887490747185</id><published>2008-06-03T17:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T17:37:55.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sick.</title><content type='html'>It happened so quick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-668217887490747185?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/668217887490747185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=668217887490747185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/668217887490747185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/668217887490747185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-sick.html' title='So Sick.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-1643515486671840625</id><published>2008-06-01T21:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:48:49.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(I Can't Win)</title><content type='html'>It seems as if no matter what I do, how hard I try, it'll just never be enough. I loathe doing all the things I do to make things right and better only to look around and realize that I'm standing out on the limb all by myself. When will it be my turn? When will you put ME first, as I've always put you? Why am  the only one that ever cares? Is ever hurt and affected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta stop caring. It's not making things better, and I can't do this anymore. I can't keep up this charade with you. I never play games I can't win, so I have to stop playing. When you look up I'll be gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-1643515486671840625?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/1643515486671840625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=1643515486671840625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/1643515486671840625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/1643515486671840625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-cant-win.html' title='(I Can&apos;t Win)'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-5229837973384670963</id><published>2008-05-30T14:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:24:10.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dun dun dun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-cue sad, tear-inducing music-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH WAIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I can't. My iPod is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes'm, my iPod is deader than dead for a full 24 hours now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;-cries-&lt;/span&gt; 7,000 songs, 1,000 pictures, full seasons of tv shows ... all gone. :( it is so heartbreaking. I won't lie; I shed a tear. Many tears, in fact. Anyone who knows me knows how important music is to me. Even people who just see me in passing know. I got on the shuttle home yesterday and the driver was like "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;WHERE ARE YOUR EARPHONES??&lt;/span&gt;" Sigh. That's all I've been doing is sighing. Can't do much else; I tried just about everything imaginable to get it to work and it just won't. So today I'm going to the Mall (reluctantly) to go to the Apple store and have them fix or replace it. I still have my receipt and my warranty so I should be okay, thank God. But for now, my world is just ... silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slaggie: it died!? ohno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;slaggie: i'm sorry i know you're going through it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slaggie: you sans music is like me sans sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been not-so-good. Short, but so tumultuous at the same time. T.G.I.F. Really! At least it's been productive to make up for it. Hit the studio on Tuesday, didn't finish the track but we're getting there. Probably getting in there to finalize it so we can work on some new stuff. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;-crosses fingers- &lt;/span&gt;should be a fun time. Fun weekend in general. I want to go out dancing, since last week really so perhaps I'll do that tonight. Maybe go to the new Harbor on Saturday. On the way to the studio I saw it all lit up from 95 and pretty much broke my neck craning to see. It looks so pretty; hopefully that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby Mama&lt;/span&gt; too. If I don't see that movie this weekend I'll kill Peanut. We were 'posed to see it months! (maybe like a month) ago and he went and saw it without me. And then had the nerve to keep saying how good it is. Black people. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;-rolls eyes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;EXCITING NEWS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is joing SocialVibe.&lt;br /&gt;I was so pleased to see everyone with the banners on their MySpaces and stuff. :"&gt; it just warms my little heart to see so many people supporting good causes. Keep it up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-5229837973384670963?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/5229837973384670963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=5229837973384670963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/5229837973384670963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/5229837973384670963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/05/dun-dun-dun.html' title='Dun dun dun.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-2769503032731924404</id><published>2008-05-28T22:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:31:20.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>=]</title><content type='html'>So You Think You Can Dance was awesome tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that Snuggle bear dancing in the corner at the end was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwe.&lt;br /&gt;G'night folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-2769503032731924404?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/2769503032731924404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=2769503032731924404&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2769503032731924404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/2769503032731924404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='=]'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-8480837362932795286</id><published>2008-05-24T07:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T07:47:38.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another telepathic rendezvous.</title><content type='html'>I am up so ungodly early. Omigod.  I hate this inability to sleep in late. Just once I'd like to sleep til' say ... 9? That's not asking for a lot I think. -folds arms. You hear that, God? Please? I'd like that a lot, if you would be so inclined. Thanks a mil in advanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm up early. Whoopee !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first official day of the 3-day weekend. Awesome, yes. Yesss. Yesterday I got to leave work 2 hours early! I was pretty stoked. It's funny how many things you can do in those extra 2 hours really. I watched not 1, or 2, but 3 movies. It may just be because I'm a loser but dangit, those movies need to go back to Blockbuster asap. It takes me so long to watch them now that I get like 3 at a time. Anyway I watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pay It Forward&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dan In Real Life&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lars and the Real Girl&lt;/span&gt; and I would definitely recommend them all. They were rather good. Lars was just ... weird, but I found it hilarious. So definitely check those out if you haven't already. Yeah? Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;=][=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a busy little day today so I suppose it's good I'm up even though I'd rather not be.  I have to clean. Definitely. And I have to make cupcakes for the BBQ I'm going to later with Kevin. Well I don't HAVE to but it'd be nice and I'm such a nice girl. Go me. I need to get up and do all of that because I'm going to the studio at 11 today and then to the BBQ whenever we're done there. Should be fun. Alas, I have to go get a move on on all that stuff. S'laters taters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s: See me getting better at updating? Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-8480837362932795286?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/8480837362932795286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=8480837362932795286&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/8480837362932795286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/8480837362932795286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-telepathic-rendezvous.html' title='Another telepathic rendezvous.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-4144065957933838042</id><published>2008-05-23T11:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:51:04.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to go to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-folds arms.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, really really badly. Luckily (?) for me the nearest beach is 4 hours one way, and 3 hours the other. wtfudgesicles?! This is unnacceptable, to say the least. I am a beach bum, and without the beach ... I guess I'm just a bum right? Grrr. I'm not a bum. Somebody bring me the beach =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bake you cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a pretty schweet deal, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, how's life been for you people? Mine? Good but not so good. I lost my keys yesterday. Somehow, somewhere, between work and home I lost my keys. Which SUCKS. A lot. I have no idea where, and only realized it when I got home yesterday and couldn't get in. So I had to call D because he has a key. Ugh. I checked at work this morning but, no such luck. Now I'm pretty freaking bummed. I don't even KNOW what keys were on there. My mailbox key, my laundry room key, some other keys I can't even remember. Yeah so this is depressing. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-4144065957933838042?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/4144065957933838042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=4144065957933838042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/4144065957933838042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/4144065957933838042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-want-to-go-to-beach.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-7380521780917659720</id><published>2008-05-18T19:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:04:38.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna re-do my blog.&lt;br /&gt;:staceabout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the process, sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-7380521780917659720?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/7380521780917659720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=7380521780917659720&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7380521780917659720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7380521780917659720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-gonna-re-do-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-7415753254844400083</id><published>2008-05-16T12:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T12:46:46.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm SO fly when I'm sleeping I levitate.</title><content type='html'>So, it's been a minute eh? Yeah I know I'm crap at updating this thing. I always mean to, but me meaning to and me actually doing are never quite on the same page, let alone the same book. Ahhh well !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been pretty schweet as of late. Like, I honestly can't complain. And if I do, it's probably because I'm self-centered and greedy. Hey, I know. I have flaws. I'm not working on them; I'm good as is. But yeah ! Life is swell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;=][=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a superly busy week it seems, so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;T.G.I.F.&lt;/span&gt; ! I've been all over the place, running around like a headless chicken - so to speak, I welcome the weekend with open arms. Perhaps I'll be able to catch up on sleep. My sleep debt feels like it's getting out of control so I need to tackle that before I fall asleep one day and sleep for a hundred hours. So - recap of my week, yeah? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. School's out for the summer ! Well, officially on Wednesday anyway. And I'm officially a senior. Ended out the year with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 A'&lt;/span&gt;s and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a B&lt;/span&gt; (that's really supposed to be an A, that asshooole) and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; on my presentation. Am I awesome, or what?! I'm awesome. So I currently have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;3.92&lt;/span&gt; GPA. GO STACEY. ♪ It's my birthdayyyyy. Now I'm old enough to go to the R-rated show nowww. R-rated show now. ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go DL the Roots' "Rising Down"&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have it yet. It's friggin' dope.&lt;br /&gt;No, really. Here let me help. &lt;a href="http://www.linkbucks.com/link/fcb35102/8377"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I went grocery shopping so everyone is welcome to come over dinner ! Except the black people, y'all eat everything &gt;.&lt; style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINALLY) so I'm going to drink my weight in milkshakes all weekend. Fat, right? I know. And ioncurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I watched Cloverfield and How She Move this week. They both suck. I wouldn't even recommend them to anyone I disliked. That's how bad they are. And if you say otherwise you suck too. And have incredibly awful taste. That's not what's hot in the streets. But, I managed to catch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kate Voegele&lt;/span&gt; came back ! She's so freaking awesome. And the song &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;"Hallelujah"&lt;/span&gt; is so great. It's not on the original album so if you get a chance, buy it from iTunes. Don't even try to get it elsewhere because you won't find a decent copy. Yes I tried, I can't get the bootlegger in me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/Photo7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;That makes me smile. Yes, myself, dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hit up the studio with "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Antwoinne&lt;/span&gt;" yesterday and I must say, it was very productive. Sometimes you really do need a break, time away to clear your head and get yourself together and you'll come back fresher every time. It's like that with everything. So, super productive. Be on the look out for stuff as the months progress. Also, I'm ever looking for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;beats&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; soooooo if anyone has any or know where I can get some, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I've been at work and have done absolutely nothing since I've been here. I don't know how I've managed that but I'm going to go take advantage of it while I still can. Catch ya later, kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;my style="font-style: italic;" picture=""&gt;-spazzes out-&lt;/my&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;my picture=""&gt;&lt;/my&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-7415753254844400083?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/7415753254844400083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=7415753254844400083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7415753254844400083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/7415753254844400083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-so-fly-when-im-sleeping-i-levitate.html' title='I&apos;m SO fly when I&apos;m sleeping I levitate.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-9140621209072588460</id><published>2008-05-11T15:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:53:01.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Mama.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/aeokvrxwZw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/aeokvrxwZw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know I act a fool, but-&lt;br /&gt;I promised you I was going back to school&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate what you allowed for me,&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to be proud of me (Hey Mama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sassiecat/2482718071/" title="Kanye West Glow In The Dark Tour. by S.³, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3161/2482718071_4e3d91f791.jpg" alt="Kanye West Glow In The Dark Tour." height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Kanye West&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Glow In The Dark Tour&lt;/span&gt; was ah-mazing. Hands down one of thee best concerts I've ever been to. And I don't even like large concerts, I prefer small intimate settings. But he def. outshined every star that was in the sky last night. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;N.E.R.D. &lt;/span&gt;killed it as well, so much crazy energy they were spazzing out on stage. AND they had &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris Brown&lt;/span&gt; up there doing his thing, acting a fool. A little VA reunion, if you will. Just plain awesomeness. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Lupe&lt;/span&gt;, in my opinion could have been better. He had more energy at Artscape last summer. But it was still dope as hell! Gahhh, I wish I could go back and relive that concert over and over again. Cameras weren't allowed (-rolls eyes-) but I managed to get one or two shots, literally, and a short video clip of 'Ye with my rinkydink cell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sassiecat/"&gt;flickr. flickr. flickr.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=49235" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="300" width="400"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=c181df59e5&amp;amp;photo_id=2483551588"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=49235"&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=49235" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=c181df59e5&amp;amp;photo_id=2483551588" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-9140621209072588460?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/9140621209072588460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=9140621209072588460&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/9140621209072588460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/9140621209072588460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-mama.html' title='Hey Mama.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3161/2482718071_4e3d91f791_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-5879890336604475787</id><published>2008-05-09T17:02:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T11:26:34.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Double your pleasure, double your fun.</title><content type='html'>I hate being sick. It's like the worst thing to be ever. This weather makes absolutely no sense. It was just 80 and sunny a few days ago. Now it's 60 and wet and rainy and stuff. It's wreaking havoc on my system, I woke up feeling like utter and complete crap. So I've been home trying to not succumb to the raging war on Stacey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&gt;=[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*stacey: I just wanna eat :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;peanut: And you still can't swallow at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peanut: Might wanna get some throat spray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*stacey: I used some...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*stacey: A lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;peanut: And it didn't numb it enough to where you could eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*stacey: Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;peanut: *Chews up chicken nugget and feeds it to you like birds do*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*stacey: Kinda gross and sweet at the same time &gt;.&lt; *stacey: Thanks peanut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d26/drinkSTRONG/2heisdj.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; + On the plus side, Mally Mal came and brought me New England Clam Chowder and all these "get better" medicines, it was nice. He even watched Breakfast at Tiffany's with me =D so by the end of the day I felt loads better. Better enough to make chocolate cupcakes even. Tahaha. I swear cupcakes are like little cup-sized doses of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://winnipeg.cityguide.ca/images/kanye-west-glow-in-the-dark-tour.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is good because the Glow In the Dark tour is tomorrow and I need to feel my best to enjoy it. Excited much?! FOR SHIZZ. I can't wait! I need to go charge my camera and stuff. I dobe n't even know what kind of seats we have because I didn't get the tickets but just being there is gonna be great. -shimmies- looks like the start of a great weekend to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And dance forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-5879890336604475787?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/5879890336604475787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=5879890336604475787&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/5879890336604475787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/5879890336604475787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/05/double-your-please-double-your-fun.html' title='Double your pleasure, double your fun.'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7142539072991781706.post-3545026231549600671</id><published>2008-05-05T17:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:37:26.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do something stupid when you're angry;</title><content type='html'>I've been doing a lot of self-realization as of late; and something I've realized that bothers me to no end is that I loathe when other people make decisions for me. But technically, they aren't FOR me, but they affect me. And if they affect me I feel I should have some say in them, don't you think? It's like when you were younger and you pretty much did whatever your parents decided for you. It's like that. But I'm not a kid anymore (sometimes unfortunately) so it becomes a little more than unsettling that these events occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop allowing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to stop allowing these friends of convenience to run rampant through my life. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fair-weather friends&lt;/span&gt;" that are only around when things are fine and dandy; the world is gorgeously sunny and wonderful, but the minute a dark cloud appears they are nowhere to be found. That's unacceptable; I will no longer accept it. For people will take and take just as long as you keep giving and when the ratio shifts from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;50-50&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;75-25&lt;/span&gt; it's an indication that you need to re-evaluate if it's even worth it. Oftentimes it's not and that's just the way the cookie crumbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I don't like cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;You'll only wake up sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7142539072991781706-3545026231549600671?l=peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/feeds/3545026231549600671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7142539072991781706&amp;postID=3545026231549600671&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/3545026231549600671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7142539072991781706/posts/default/3545026231549600671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peaceluvanmusiq.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-something-stupid-when-youre-angry.html' title='Do something stupid when you&apos;re angry;'/><author><name>stacey.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hSI0n0WJb74/TjWnBFLfoUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/mZ_BOTPYSr4/s220/IMG_0374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
