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  <title>Rants</title>
  <subtitle>Erin</subtitle>
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    <name>Erin</name>
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  <updated>2007-02-14T23:44:23Z</updated>
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    <title>Valentine</title>
    <published>2007-02-14T23:44:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-14T23:44:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wish I had some sweet thing here in town tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to be depressing, holiday.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drhemmer:37019</id>
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    <title>Addition</title>
    <published>2007-02-12T20:27:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-12T20:27:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yeah. Sign number 210,256,245.5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Deletes your comments from his myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drhemmer:36778</id>
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    <title>A Tom-free forum</title>
    <published>2007-02-12T18:31:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-12T18:31:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Bad signs in a "relationship".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Doesn't call you all weekend when he's off to Montana hanging out with some "old friend" (female) from Laramie Wyoming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I ask: (Enter sarcastic tone) "So, were there any hot girls there?" (referring to a party) Tom: "Yeah, a couple."    (WHAT!?)  Me: (laughing) "Wow, you weren't supposed to tell about them..." Tom: "Well I didn't do anything about it".  Me: "Umm, thanks for the honesty, I guess".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to every, every, every man everywhere: Your girlfriend DOES NOT need to hear about any hot girls at any party ever. Ever. Especially if in another state. FUCK. THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Doesn't sound especially psyched for a visit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahd. This is kind of bad... need some practical advice.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drhemmer:36432</id>
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    <title>Non-foreseeable Future</title>
    <published>2007-01-23T20:24:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-23T20:24:39Z</updated>
    <category term="tom"/>
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    <lj:music>80's</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So just when things got interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom's job is taking him to Spokane WA for FOUR MONTHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what I'm going to be doing with this, but last night I said that the idea of breaking this up and saying "No, I don't want to be with you right now" would make me really sad, and he agreed, so now I suppose we're going to try the stupid fucking long distance thing for a while, with full access to say "Hey, I'm not feeling this", or "I don't think this is working..." without anyone being upset about it. Although Tom made an excellent (yet depressing) point that if it should happen to not work while he's away it would be even worse because there would be no closure, and it wouldn't be face-to-face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm willing to risk it. On a car ride home from Carr's last night I thought to myself, "Fuck it. What have I got to lose here? Nothing, and I don't want to date anyone else. I want Tom." So that was that- and I told Tom. And I think he might have been a little surprized at the firmness of the thought. Pretty definitive which is good because I've been thinking a lot about the situation, and didn't know how I was feeling about it unitl last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an amazing sushi dinner last night that consisted of cajun tuna, then amaebi, toro, and sake, followed by Atomic Rolls and Thai Rolls. (Oh, plus saki and miso soup of course.) It was the best thing I've experienced in a long time. My actual words, I believe, were "The only way that I could feel better right now is if I had just had a massage after an orgasm while being hand fed chocolate and cigarettes... hmm. I could really eat it everyday, except that it's so damn expensive. The people where fantastically nice as well. Overall, an excellent experience. Did I say it was excellent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Thomas J is leaving, and it makes me sad. I don't know what I'll be doing for the next three-four months. Maybe back to the gym? I do have a reduced membership I could be using. Or hey, maybe even a second job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you already.</content>
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    <title>kick me again, yeah.</title>
    <published>2007-01-20T00:20:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-20T00:20:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Suddenly I feel like I've been punched in the gut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call up Tom to chat since I was bored at work, and he throws down that he might be going to Spokane for his job (he'd be building a tower) and that... it'd be for months. Possibly 8 months, posssibly May, possiblypossiblypossibly... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they have yet to tell him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find out in an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And it makes me sad, makes me want to crawl in bed... I don't know what to do. I finally meet someone I like, and sure as h-e-double hockey sticks, circumstances make the possible impossible again. I feel... dejected. And very, very sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he won't know this... I'll put on a good face, like normal, and pretend that my insides aren't feeling like soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drhemmer:35182</id>
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    <title>listless</title>
    <published>2006-10-05T20:59:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-05T20:59:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I have absolutely no inspiration or desire to get my ass out and apply for a job. Someone just needs to hand me a large sack of money, becuase that would be completely helpful in the sense that I would not have to work... you know. Maybe I should focus on getting skinny and tan and being someone's trophy wife... yeah. That'll work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose I should be heading out. The boss at the new job (hopefully) wants to ask me a few questions, and hopefully those questions include- "I was wondering if you wanted to work full time instead of part time..." so. we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. FUCKING LOST BLOWS MY FUCKING MIND FUCKITY FUCK FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drhemmer:35044</id>
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    <title>UPDATE</title>
    <published>2006-09-30T23:31:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-30T23:33:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">FIRED! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I eat lunch?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, yeah I did.&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I want McNuggets? Sick. Weird.</content>
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    <title>Oh Jesus</title>
    <published>2006-09-26T01:14:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-26T01:14:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh lord. &lt;br /&gt;Evan and I just talked on AIM and I'm pretty pround of myself right now. I was not a bitch, and it felt very, very good.</content>
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    <title>Friday</title>
    <published>2006-09-25T18:13:40Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-25T18:16:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Friday night ended up with a Saturday morning "Coyote Ugly" moment. And it wasn't pretty. Fuck, I seriously don't like younger guys. Where is my tall, dark 27 year old and why haven't I met him yet? I think I need to move to Seattle. Maybe I will in a year or so, but Dad would fucking blow a gasket if I move again, seeing as I just got here. You think I could take my car down to Seattle...? I'd have to wait for summer though, there's now way I'm leaving during the winter through Canada. Huh! Yeah!</content>
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    <title>drhemmer @ 2006-09-18T16:23:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-19T00:32:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-19T00:32:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Finding that my life here has started to grow in an unexpected way- there was far more depth to the people I have around than I thought. They were always here but I didn't recognise it, and it kind of makes me sad that I hadn't started to get to know the members of my extended family sooner, becuase they are really, really cool! Last night I hung out with James and May, and their kids Asia and Delana. Asia was SO much older than I remembered and reminds me alot of Allison, like three years ago, and Delana is this little sprite of a girl who's self-conscious about the size of her head (who worries about that?).&lt;br /&gt;   I might get a house with James and Asia. I like the idea.</content>
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    <title>ANOTHER survey</title>
    <published>2006-09-16T08:30:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-16T08:30:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Kissed someone on your top 8/16/24?&lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with someone on your top 8/16/24?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danced in front of your mirror naked?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told a lie?&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back?&lt;br /&gt;of course&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a picture?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in until 5PM?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sex at work?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at work/school?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Held a snake?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran a red light?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totaled your car/motorbike in an accident?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been fired from a job?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang karaoke?&lt;br /&gt;love it &lt;br /&gt;Done something you told yourself you wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?&lt;br /&gt;i think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a snowflake on your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you and your friends named your boobs?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat on a roof top?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;Shaved your head?&lt;br /&gt;N.O.&lt;br /&gt;Slept naked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blacked out from drinking?&lt;br /&gt;not that I can remember...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a prank on someone?&lt;br /&gt;of course&lt;br /&gt;Had a gym membership?&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;Felt like killing someone?&lt;br /&gt;not seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made your girlfriend/boyfriend cry?&lt;br /&gt;yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried over someone you were in love with?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;Had sex more than 9 times in one day?&lt;br /&gt;god no. that would hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Mexian jumping beans for pets?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a band?&lt;br /&gt;marching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subscribed to Maxim?&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot a gun?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played strip poker?&lt;br /&gt;seom version, but we were too young to know how to play poker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tripped on mushrooms?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donated Blood?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video taped yourself having sex?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;Eaten alligator meat?&lt;br /&gt;no. but I have see baby roasted alligators on a stick. those weird southerners&lt;br /&gt;Eaten cheesecake?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still love or have feelings for someone in your past?&lt;br /&gt;undecided, probably not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;Been to King Taco in on 3rd &amp; Ford in East LA after the clubs?&lt;br /&gt;'scuse me?&lt;br /&gt;Liked a friend but were afarid to tell that person?&lt;br /&gt;I could never hold it in. I'm a dork like that.</content>
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    <title>Evan fucks his first 18 yo. A story by Erin H.</title>
    <published>2006-09-14T22:34:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-14T22:34:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Not that I need to get into great detail over this, b/c the ppl who read this have probaly already heard this story already, but the edited, shortened version goes like this: &lt;br /&gt;An 18 yo girl named Krista finds Evan on Myspace and tries to woo him. This was maybe three weeks after we broke up. I found out last night that he fucked her, and then had nothing more to do with her. W.T.F.? It makes me sad mostly, that he turned out to be such a disgusting, sleazy bastard.</content>
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    <title>repost of survey</title>
    <published>2006-09-13T23:23:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-13T23:23:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. Spell your middle name backwards:&lt;br /&gt;neleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Story behind your first name:&lt;br /&gt;As explained before, my first name was chosen for me b/c Mom adn Dad liked it, although my middle name is my great-grandmother's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When's your birthday:&lt;br /&gt;December 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;Anchorage, AK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Wallet:&lt;br /&gt;Negative. Everything is sort of floating in my purse. Is that a wallet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your eyes:&lt;br /&gt;Mostly brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Toothbrush:&lt;br /&gt;Something with rubber parts to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Jewelry worn daily:&lt;br /&gt;One ring on my left hand, middle finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Cell phone:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Keyocera, black and silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Pillow cover right now:&lt;br /&gt;Black that matches the sheet, and my heart. (har har)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Car:&lt;br /&gt;YES! '99 red Pontiac Sunfire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Bedroom:&lt;br /&gt;Second floor, one big window and a closet that runs one wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Sunglasses:&lt;br /&gt;Fucking huge Nicole Ritchie-style, tortise shell shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Shampoo:&lt;br /&gt;The brand with the kangaroo on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Cologne and/or perfume:&lt;br /&gt;Hypnotic Poison, Christian Dior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. CD in stereo right now?&lt;br /&gt;In the car its The Prodigy, Always Outnumbered Never Outgunned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Piercings:&lt;br /&gt;Septum peircing, ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What you are wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;Stupid khaki colored pants, cream colored sweater and black flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Top wish:&lt;br /&gt;That's to be kept to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Wanting:&lt;br /&gt;A boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What are you doing after this:&lt;br /&gt;Maaaaybe go work out, maaaybe hang out with Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If you could get away with it and murder anyone who would it be:&lt;br /&gt;The president, obviously. (This stays.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Person and/or people you wish you could see right now:&lt;br /&gt;This is also to be kept for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Some of your favorite movies:&lt;br /&gt;Tedious question. Next. (This stays.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Band Practice:&lt;br /&gt;Not that cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Something you just ate:&lt;br /&gt;Sandwich from Carrs, and a diet soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Something you are deathly afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;Being shot, being knifed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you like candles:&lt;br /&gt;Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you like incense:&lt;br /&gt;Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you like the taste of blood:&lt;br /&gt;No. ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you believe in love:&lt;br /&gt;No, at the moment but that's b/c I'm jaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you believe in love at first sight:&lt;br /&gt;Not so much. I believe in physical attraction at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Are you in love?:&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you believe in heaven:&lt;br /&gt;I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you believe in God:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you have a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;Multiple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. If you could eat something right now what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;I would drink a diet coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Are you addicted to Myspace:&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Can you eat with chopsticks:&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What's your favorite coin:&lt;br /&gt;A dubloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What are some of your favorite candies:&lt;br /&gt;cherry jolly ranchers, burnt peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Favorite soda:&lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke. Always.</content>
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    <title>Re-post of word association</title>
    <published>2006-09-13T18:49:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-13T18:49:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Interesting how the association changes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORD ASSOCIATION &lt;br /&gt;Slippers:: fluffy&lt;br /&gt;Hat:: head&lt;br /&gt;Hard:: (*sniggers*)&lt;br /&gt;Free:: bird&lt;br /&gt;Space:: Myspace&lt;br /&gt;Taste:: tounge&lt;br /&gt;Red:: apple&lt;br /&gt;Deep:: ocean&lt;br /&gt;Heart:: hurt&lt;br /&gt;Cord:: rope&lt;br /&gt;Cheese:: peices&lt;br /&gt;Rain:: wet&lt;br /&gt;Work:: desks&lt;br /&gt;Pedal:: pushers&lt;br /&gt;Head:: hair&lt;br /&gt;Bed:: comfy&lt;br /&gt;Fluff:: white&lt;br /&gt;Hardcore:: punk&lt;br /&gt;Race:: bikes&lt;br /&gt;Knife:: fight&lt;br /&gt;Jump:: feet&lt;br /&gt;Want:: alot&lt;br /&gt;Need:: longing&lt;br /&gt;Love:: jaded&lt;br /&gt;Miss:: evan</content>
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    <title>drhemmer @ 2006-04-14T17:00:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-14T22:15:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-14T22:15:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">HEAT!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Woah- sitting here at work is like being basted and broiled. I'm only really moving my arms, but I'm still sweating! ha. I don't understand these sweatshop conditions and I reeeaalllly don't understand how the management "can't do anything about it since the building is owned collectively with the complex, and you know, it's intiially very difficult to manage the temperature at the begining of summer." RIOGHT. So here we are, miserable and dragging (or maybe that's just me) all waiting for six o'clock.      **Later edit** Eww. It's starting to smell like armpits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Something rediculous/upsetting/irritating happened today. Here I was, just idley checking the bank account to see how much money I could spend this weekend, and I realized that I HADN'T gotten paid this week and that my rent check had bounced as a result. HA. I'm past the point of being upset that my staffing company fudged, and that the landlady (who already dislikes us kind-of) will have a coronary, and that I have to go home and tell Evan this. I'm now at the point where I'm past frustrated. Being zen. Like rock. Cannot fix this immediately. &lt;br /&gt;SO:&lt;br /&gt;My plans for the evening include either A) a forty or B) a six pack. How sad is it that I'm excited to sit on the porch and get wasted or somesuch? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 'm loving the fact that it's Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what we're doing for Easter. I hope Evan's parents don't make him do something family related because this is the first weekend in a long time that we've had both days off- together. Mom wants me to come home, but I don't know if that would be so great seeing how I'm not feeling super great, and she's been kind of... worked up lately. I feel bad for her, she's got serious stress stuff going on with Ryan, and there's not a whole lot anyone can do to change the fact that he's her son, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to ditch the last half-hour of work. I'm nervous, but excited. No one's here anyway, and the lights are off to try to keep things cool. I will be sneaky!!</content>
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    <title>TO ELIZABETH C.--</title>
    <published>2006-04-11T22:55:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-11T22:55:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey!!!&lt;br /&gt;   This post is especially for you, Ms. "I live in Brazil." :) I haven't written you back since school finally truncated my previleges--my new email is exactly the same but with hotmail.com at the end. Could you please, please please email me your email when you have the chance? Of course your info was in the school system. I'm a dummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise to write you an actual email soon -- I have to scoot out of work though. Miss you, woman!!</content>
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    <title>drhemmer @ 2006-04-07T16:08:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-07T21:09:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-07T21:09:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Strange. Very strange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.overstock.com/?page=proframe&amp;prod_id=1676854"&gt;http://www.overstock.com/?page=proframe&amp;prod_id=1676854&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I think not unheard of.</content>
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    <title>drhemmer @ 2006-04-05T16:56:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-05T21:57:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-05T21:57:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Good God. This day never ends.</content>
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    <title>drhemmer @ 2006-04-05T15:57:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-05T20:58:51Z</published>
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    <content type="html">In an ironic twist of fate my bike got a flat this morning. So much for complaining about bored while biking!</content>
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    <title>drhemmer @ 2006-04-04T17:41:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-04T22:44:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-04T22:44:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">That's it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the tax returns shall come an iPod nano. How rad is a trip to the Apple store knowing you can get something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason:&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of biking/and or riding the bus and sometimes being bored. Plus hills sometimes need some butt-kicking music as a backdrop to the toiling up them.</content>
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    <title>drhemmer @ 2006-04-04T12:55:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-04T19:34:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-04T19:34:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>more folk music</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I decided that work drains my soul. I would reather live embarrasingly off of unemployment benefits than work here in this bullshit of a workplace, slaving away my energy and creativity. It's damn near depressing, seeing these people around me working; mid-life and sad looking, their only excitement coming from free pizza or popcorn during the workday. This is why I am working on getting myself fired, or "let go"... the endeavor officially started last week Thursday when I called myself into work so I could go to the doctor. I took the whole day, and it was bliss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again this Thursday I'm taking off at least half a day so I can see my therapist and have a talk, and then otherwise bum around. Maybe ride my bike over to Bayview and hit Luv Unlimited. It's strange how my fervent desire to be employed here has been replaced by a complete disregard for my position. It's definitely something new, TRYING to get fired... it's freeing. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan and I had a talk yesterday about saving for a car. While it may be a nice idea, I don't know exactly how practical it is. I mean, we can barely take care of/feed the dog let alone fund any sort of major repairs on a car should it be needed. I mean, c'mon. How much would a car even be initially ? Total maybe... four grand? Yeah, OK Evan. Hey- maybe we can spot a Kia or something. $99 down, $99/mo. Ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my initial reaction was kind of a silence when he stated the idea- in one moment it was all, "Aww, you love me so much, you want to do this pretty big investment with me." And then it turned to "Wait, what if we break up? What would happen to the car? and then it was "Is he just using me for financial backing?      UGH. whatever. A) Being a couple sucks. B) Thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this cough that pretty much sounds like death. It's the Whoop! Plauge!! Unclean! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Johnson the other day. He's pretty much the cutest thing ever, as usual. It was nice and made me think back to a couple summers ago when it was just friends, sitting on the lawn of the 2122, having rummage sales, drinkin and the like. Tamara and McGillicuddy's, Johnson in high heels and a coon-skin cap, Spike's morgue stories, Tom and his rat who's name I fail to remember, Jason puking by the side of the house, Nicole as "Deck", the lake visit. Aww, sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a lapse of my better judement, I went to see Slither while Evan was working all day Saturday. Some points:&lt;br /&gt;-Complete waste of $7.50&lt;br /&gt;-Really, really disturbing/fucked up in points, which no one wants to see. (No, really-- really fucked up.)&lt;br /&gt;-Not funny, altough I think it was trying to acheive the "campy" factor. Still, no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;-Every other word was a swear word. Now, I'm can appreciate the well-placed "Fuck", I do, but when it's incorporated into some cheaply composed dialouge between two expendable characters, it's deplorable.&lt;br /&gt;-Atrocious storyline. Come now: Alien drone slugs that, when inhabiting your brain via burrowing through your mouth, turn you into acid-spitting zombies?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me. Something people might not know-- I have a weakness for campy zombie flicks. (See: Not Slither. Note: 28 Days later, Shawn of the Dead.) I get so into them, and giggle too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog Update: Tilly, I think, has finally gotten over whaterver illness she had had. It was pretty aggravating, getting up in the morning and having to cleaning up dog diarreha. (I know it's misspelled.) Gross. She was losing weight and smelling bad which, by my standards, is never good- but she's filled out again and acheived her previous doggie skin rolls. And she's back to nipping me (but not Evan)... which is... her. I want to convince Evan to get another dog. I think it's sad that she's by herself alot, and she loveslovesloves playing with the other dogs in the park. Tilly needs a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some questions off of Neil Gaiman's website (Favorite author. Dork Factor: 20 pts.) that he had answered for The Guardian Q&amp;A. I thought I'd delete his answers from some selected ones and answer them myself since some of them were intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your idea of perfect happiness? &lt;br /&gt;Gliding over a smooth patch of road on a bicycle in the summertime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which living person do you most admire and why?&lt;br /&gt;English teacher I had, Dylan Dryer, because I was facinated by the way he thought. He'd ask questions in such a way that made your brain get bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is the trait you most deplore in yourself? &lt;br /&gt;Insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is the trait you most deplore in others?&lt;br /&gt;Self-induced ingnorance, i.e. close-minded-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your greatest extravagance? &lt;br /&gt;A black beaded dress that I bought, that at the time, cost as much as my rent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your most treasured possession? &lt;br /&gt;A copy of Anansi Boys signed by Neil Gaiman or my new bike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What makes you depressed?&lt;br /&gt;Failure, and/or Losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you most dislike about your appearance?&lt;br /&gt;Weight, just like the rest of the US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who would play you in a movie of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Easy. Natalie Portman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favourite smell? &lt;br /&gt;The Autumn Smell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your favourite word? (THIS ISN'T MY RESPONSE, BUT I LOVED NEIL'S-- SO HIS GOES HERE)&lt;br /&gt;"Claptrap" -- ever since I discovered that it didn't just mean Nonsense, but the things that politicians and others say that mean little or nothing but get automatic, unthinking applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Cat or dog?&lt;br /&gt;Dogs by default. I'm allergic to cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What is your guiltiest pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;Paper toilet seat covers, and dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Have you ever said "I love you" without meaning it?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I have, in my "younger" days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What has been your biggest disappointment?&lt;br /&gt;Dropping school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. When and where were you happiest?&lt;br /&gt;The aforementioned summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. When did you last cry, and why?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a couple weeks ago? Last month? Stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. How do you relax? &lt;br /&gt;By moving: walking the dog, getting out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What single thing would improve the quality of your life?&lt;br /&gt;More financial stability, but at the same time it gives my life more immediate signifigance, and appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What do you consider your greatest achievement?&lt;br /&gt;My current relationship, dealing with Anxiety is pretty big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What keeps you awake at night?&lt;br /&gt;Worry, sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What is the most important lesson life has taught you?&lt;br /&gt;That relationships between individuals are difficult but imperitive to maintain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So ends the Longest Post Ever.</content>
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    <title>drhemmer @ 2006-04-04T12:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-04T17:53:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-04T17:53:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>some folk radio?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">WORD ASSOCIATION &lt;br /&gt;Slippers:: warm&lt;br /&gt;Hat:: cup&lt;br /&gt;Hard:: wood&lt;br /&gt;Free:: open&lt;br /&gt;Space:: meadow&lt;br /&gt;Taste::  salty&lt;br /&gt;Red:: bright&lt;br /&gt;Deep:: sea&lt;br /&gt;Heart:: strings&lt;br /&gt;Cord:: vocal&lt;br /&gt;Cheese:: holy&lt;br /&gt;Rain:: umbrella&lt;br /&gt;Work:: sucks&lt;br /&gt;Pedal:: flower&lt;br /&gt;Head:: round&lt;br /&gt;Bed:: comfy&lt;br /&gt;Fluff:: feather&lt;br /&gt;Hardcore:: me&lt;br /&gt;Race:: fast&lt;br /&gt;Knife:: cut&lt;br /&gt;Jump:: up&lt;br /&gt;Want:: plead&lt;br /&gt;Need:: weak&lt;br /&gt;Love:: you&lt;br /&gt;Miss:: home</content>
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    <title>drhemmer @ 2006-03-21T10:25:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-21T17:07:31Z</published>
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    <content type="html">1. Spell your middle name backwards:&lt;br /&gt;neleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Story behind your first name:&lt;br /&gt;It was either Meredith or Erin, and they chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When's your birthday:&lt;br /&gt;December 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;Milwuakee WI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Wallet:&lt;br /&gt;A small-ish ivory purse I got from Value Village&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your eyes:&lt;br /&gt;Brown, but when examined closely, has green areas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Toothbrush:&lt;br /&gt;Blue and white Spin Brush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Jewelry worn daily:&lt;br /&gt;Just the plugs in my ears, and a ring on my left hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Cell phone:&lt;br /&gt;No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Pillow cover right now:&lt;br /&gt;Brown faux suede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Car:&lt;br /&gt;Nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Bedroom:&lt;br /&gt;Has a huge opening as a door with a curtain in it, three windows and a closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Sunglasses:&lt;br /&gt;Dog ate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Shampoo:&lt;br /&gt;This organic stuff from the Co-op.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Cologne and/or perfume:&lt;br /&gt;Hypnotic Poison, Christian Dior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. CD in stereo right now?&lt;br /&gt;Think it might be Fall Out Boy, Evan's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Piercings:&lt;br /&gt;Septum peircing, I use to have my nose peirced on the side too, but it got snagged on a towel and fell out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What you are wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;Work clothes; "business casual" or some crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Top wish:&lt;br /&gt;That I could turn stained glass projects into a lucrative career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Wanting:&lt;br /&gt;To go back to school for a teaching degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What are you doing after this:&lt;br /&gt;Going to pick up a book on 1920's French fasion from downtown, go home, prolly eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If you could get away with it and murder anyone who would it be:&lt;br /&gt;The president, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Person and/or people you wish you could see right now:&lt;br /&gt;Selected friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Some of your favorite movies:&lt;br /&gt;Tedious question. Next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Band Practice:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Something you just ate:&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast of english muffin, yogurt, coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Something you are deathly afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;Being shot, being lost in the wilderness, the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you like candles:&lt;br /&gt;Very much, depending on the scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you like incense:&lt;br /&gt;Very much, depending on the scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you like the taste of blood:&lt;br /&gt;No.  ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you believe in love:&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you believe in love at first sight:&lt;br /&gt;Define "love". I believe in like at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Are you in love?:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you believe in heaven:&lt;br /&gt;Not in the traditional sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you believe in God:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you have a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;Multiple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. If you could eat something right now what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Tiramisu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Are you addicted to Myspace:&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Can you eat with chopsticks:&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What's your favorite coin:&lt;br /&gt;Quarter. Gets you further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What are some of your favorite candies:&lt;br /&gt;Peeps, Junior Mints, chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Favorite soda:&lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke. Always.</content>
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    <title>drhemmer @ 2006-03-19T15:10:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-19T21:18:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-19T21:18:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Mostimes I just like reading other people's shtick on LJ. I don't really care to update much since my life is pretty much one very, very small not-really-exciting bubble of going off to work and then returning home. Actually, there has been (or will be) some excitment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My wallet got stolen from me on Brady street at 8:45 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;-Going to see Coldplay tonight. &lt;br /&gt;-I have a My Little Pony userpic, and you don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really hate having to send out resume's. It's shite.</content>
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    <title>drhemmer @ 2006-03-06T14:33:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-06T20:58:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-06T20:58:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">(Sorry, lame lovey-post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple examples of why I love Evan: &lt;br /&gt;-"Hey Erin, with your tax refund you should get a sewing machine." &lt;br /&gt;-"We're like a power-couple, minus the celebrity."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was snowing something fierce earlier this morning. I thought it was beuatiful, fat snow that stuck in eyelashes attractively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being more domestic than usual lately, Saturday I cleaned the house and enjoyed it, and now I'm working on seven-ish loads of laundry. The basement is scary, and it feels liek there's always someone down there. The only "working" light is on the other side of the house, near the laundry machine, but it always flickers and buzzes out a'la physco-killer style, and then you're left in the creppy, dark, cold basement with a load of wet clothes in your arms not really seeing where they're supposed to be going. Afterwhich you bolt upstairs deciding that the boyfriend can help you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tilly gets fatter, bigger, and sleeker everyday. She's now a monster deciding to chew everything, not just an unknowing pup. Just the other day I came with some brand new high heels for work all proudly, and as I was talking to Evan for only ten minutes when I gaze over to the dog who is very casually, and very contentedly chewing the heel off of one. Everything cliche they say about dogs is true. Everything. Oh, and did anyone know that dogs loost their teeth? I nearly seized into coniption fits when I saw that Tilly was missing her canines on her bottom jaw. It was terrible- I thought I had done something to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough about those things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Good Night and Goog Luck yesterday. We really were out to see Capote, but we missed it and ended up at the Oriental. The movie was ok. Even if it was deirected by George Clooney.</content>
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