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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYBSH44fCp7ImA9WxNUEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168257707372290772</id><updated>2009-11-01T05:49:19.034-06:00</updated><title>Girl Du Jour Today</title><subtitle type="html">These are writings about my unbearably boring life. Yet, I somehow still think my life would make a great movie. I’m vain, but only in the best possible way. Admittedly it would be bad reality television though.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Girl Du Jour Today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642136826281187048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="license" type="text/html" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/2.0/" /><logo>http://creativecommons.org/images/public/somerights20.gif</logo><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/GirlDuJourToday" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>GirlDuJourToday</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04FQ3c7fSp7ImA9WxRQFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168257707372290772.post-4495645624791821112</id><published>2008-10-08T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:05:12.905-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-08T16:05:12.905-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex-a-go-go" /><title>I Want More Sex</title><content type="html">Currently I get the ole poke about once a week but would like to increase this to twice a week. Now, I don’t mind foreplay per se, but I really don’t need much of it. All my orgasms are vaginal so I usually just like to get down to it and TCB you know? I’d be willing to give a blow job* in trade for receiving sex one more time a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* By trading a blow job for sex, I don’t mean that he gets to spew his off spring down my throat once a week. It means I’ll go down on him for a bit but then he better put it in my other hole** for a while (at least 15 – 20 minutes if not longer) so we can both get off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** By ‘other hole’ I don’t mean my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is not an offer to those that may be reading this, unless you are already currently sticking it in me) (and by sticking it in me I don’t mean right at this moment as you are reading, just in general)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168257707372290772-4495645624791821112?l=girldujourtoday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~4/Tc-VmjqTe64" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/4495645624791821112/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168257707372290772&amp;postID=4495645624791821112" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/4495645624791821112?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/4495645624791821112?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~3/Tc-VmjqTe64/i-want-more-sex.html" title="I Want More Sex" /><author><name>Girl Du Jour Today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642136826281187048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03611810325159151790" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-more-sex.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08FRno5fyp7ImA9WxRQFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168257707372290772.post-1689587151765190992</id><published>2008-10-08T14:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:56:57.427-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-08T14:56:57.427-05:00</app:edited><title>P.S.A. - Grab Me Firmly</title><content type="html">Everybody, but especially men, should have a nice firm handshake. A wimpy grip is a huge turn off and really, it kind of grosses me out. It’s like I’m grabbing on to a warm flaccid penis against my will. Seriously, it’s like a bait n switch because I never expect a flaccid handshake. Don’t force your lump of flesh into my palm sir. Instead show your confidence and self-worth with a firm four finger horizontal salute and glide that manhood against mine, finishing it off with a gentle squeeze and pump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168257707372290772-1689587151765190992?l=girldujourtoday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~4/lMPvc4fHMN8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1689587151765190992/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168257707372290772&amp;postID=1689587151765190992" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/1689587151765190992?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/1689587151765190992?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~3/lMPvc4fHMN8/psa-grab-me-firmly.html" title="P.S.A. - Grab Me Firmly" /><author><name>Girl Du Jour Today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642136826281187048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03611810325159151790" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/2008/10/psa-grab-me-firmly.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEENRH8ycCp7ImA9WxRQFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168257707372290772.post-7456052357542668364</id><published>2008-10-08T01:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:31:35.198-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-08T08:31:35.198-05:00</app:edited><title>How Many Times Did John McCain Say 'My Friends' ?</title><content type="html">Presidential Debate McCain Numbers - October 7, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;John McCain (republican candidate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barack Obama (democratic candidate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tom Brokaw (moderator)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Number of times John McCain said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friends - 18&lt;br /&gt;My Friend&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Total - 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sarah Palin &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- 0 &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(vice president running mate)&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Joe Lieberman&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- 3 (the guy he actually wanted to be his running mate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of times John McCain's referenced his Hero:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald Reagan - 1&lt;br /&gt;Teddy Roosevelt - 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of times Tom Brokaw made reference to candidates being over on time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using the word time - 6*&lt;br /&gt;Using the word Quick/ly - 2&lt;br /&gt;Using the term 'my pact' - 1&lt;br /&gt;Using the word Briefly - 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Total - 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of times candidate referred to opposing candidate as 'That One':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I did not count the word 'time' when used in consecutive sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All numbers have a 3% error as it's really fucking late and I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168257707372290772-7456052357542668364?l=girldujourtoday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~4/hVPnXwZvVRE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/7456052357542668364/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168257707372290772&amp;postID=7456052357542668364" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/7456052357542668364?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/7456052357542668364?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~3/hVPnXwZvVRE/how-many-times-did-john-mccain-say-my.html" title="How Many Times Did John McCain Say 'My Friends' ?" /><author><name>Girl Du Jour Today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642136826281187048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03611810325159151790" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-many-times-did-john-mccain-say-my.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAFQ308fyp7ImA9WxRSFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168257707372290772.post-7564414031815307004</id><published>2008-09-16T21:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:31:52.377-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-16T21:31:52.377-05:00</app:edited><title>Bodily Waste</title><content type="html">I was standing on the marble floor of my parents' bathroom staring down at the electronic scale. I kicked off my shoes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pantsed&lt;/span&gt;, and stepped upon the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127.3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then turned to my right to inspect my next mission; the toilet. I lifted the lid, tore off two big long pieces of toilet paper, lined both sides of the seat with said paper, and then delicately lowered my naked buttocks. I quickly discarded two long, but light and floaty, turds along with a minimal amount of urine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After over doing it on the wiping, I pulled my underwear up, flushed, and re-weighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126.6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a grand total of 0.7 in bodily waste. This had to be blogged about. Thank you for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168257707372290772-7564414031815307004?l=girldujourtoday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~4/okhrVoIUUxw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/7564414031815307004/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168257707372290772&amp;postID=7564414031815307004" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/7564414031815307004?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/7564414031815307004?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~3/okhrVoIUUxw/bodily-waste.html" title="Bodily Waste" /><author><name>Girl Du Jour Today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642136826281187048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03611810325159151790" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/2008/09/bodily-waste.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8MRHo9eCp7ImA9WxdTF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168257707372290772.post-4659381259872397291</id><published>2008-05-14T08:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:04:45.460-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-14T09:04:45.460-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="current affairs" /><title>Never Have I Hated G.W. Bush More</title><content type="html">&lt;table border="20"  style="color:#c8ffdb;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For the first time, Bush revealed a personal way in which he has tried to acknowledge the sacrifice of soldiers and their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don't want some mom whose son may have recently died to see the commander in chief playing golf,” he said. “I feel I owe it to the families to be in solidarity as best as I can with them. And I think playing golf during a war just sends the wrong signal.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush said he made that decision after the August 2003 bombing of the United Nations headquarters in Baghdad, which killed Sergio Vieira de Mello, the top U.N. official in Iraq and the organization’s high commissioner for human rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I remember when de Mello, who was at the U.N., got killed in Baghdad as a result of these murderers taking this good man's life,” he said. “I was playing golf — I think I was in central Texas — and they pulled me off the golf course and I said, ‘It's just not worth it anymore to do.’"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a jackass. My God. This truly angers me. This is nothing but a slap in the face to all the soldiers and their families. Golf. Lah di freakin’ dah. I’m not a golf player myself but I would love for the chance to swing a club at his balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ehttp://www.politico.com/news/stories/0508/10314.html%3C/a%3E" target="_blank"&gt;Article here from Politico&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168257707372290772-4659381259872397291?l=girldujourtoday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~4/XpnIly18vKM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/4659381259872397291/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168257707372290772&amp;postID=4659381259872397291" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/4659381259872397291?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/4659381259872397291?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~3/XpnIly18vKM/never-have-i-hated-gw-bush-more.html" title="Never Have I Hated G.W. Bush More" /><author><name>Girl Du Jour Today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642136826281187048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03611810325159151790" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/2008/05/never-have-i-hated-gw-bush-more.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEBQX44eyp7ImA9WxZRE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168257707372290772.post-966224767788727936</id><published>2008-02-06T14:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T16:40:50.033-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-06T16:40:50.033-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="current affairs" /><title>Super Tuesday 2008 Results</title><content type="html">Twenty-four states and American Samoa came out in force yesterday to cast their votes for our next U.S. Presidential Nominee. I am not going to discuss McCain's domination or the continued fight between Clinton and Obama. No, I would like to take this time to bitch at all of those fucktards that threw their votes away (and I'm not even referring to those that voted for Ron Paul).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A staggering number of people voted for candidates who are no longer even in the running:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;410,947 - John Edwards, withdrew January 30&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8,440 - Rudy Giuliani, withdrew January 30&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2,863 - Joe Biden, withdrew January 3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;16,044 - Fred Thompson, withdrew January 22&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grand Total - 423,431 votes (approx. 4.27% of all votes cast 2/5/2008)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll go ahead and assume that a small percentage of these pointless votes were cast by bitter Americans that did indeed know what they were doing but decided to be a bunch of arses by showing how unhappy they were with the remaining options. However, I'm willing to bet the majority of these votes were made by dumbasses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My real issue is with the Democrats due to the tight race. In both Missouri and New Mexico the popular vote was so close that if the idiots that voted for Edwards would have instead picked a real candidate they could have changed the outcome. Each state had a 1% difference with Obama leading MO and Clinton leading NM. In every state the outcome may have still been different as the Democratic Party is not a Winner Take All when it comes to delegates. So even if one person receives more popular votes, the other person will still walk away with some delegates, which is needed to gain the party nomination. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't get it. I don't. It boggles the mind. If you take the time to actually go to your polling location to vote it would make sense that you should know if you're candidate of choice is still in the running. Voting for Gravel or even Uncommitted would have been a wiser choice as far as I'm concerned. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The 414,991 stupid retards that took their time to vote for the Democratic Party should be shot. In fact, I say we let Clinton and Obama have the honor. Based on how many "voters" they hit we'll just add that on to their tally.&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/4168257707372290772-966224767788727936?l=girldujourtoday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~4/MUljCXeN0n4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/966224767788727936/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168257707372290772&amp;postID=966224767788727936" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/966224767788727936?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/966224767788727936?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~3/MUljCXeN0n4/super-tuesday-2008-results.html" title="Super Tuesday 2008 Results" /><author><name>Girl Du Jour Today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642136826281187048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03611810325159151790" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-tuesday-2008-results.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EFQ3k_fSp7ImA9WxZTE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168257707372290772.post-1801826813165624549</id><published>2008-01-14T13:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:40:12.745-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-14T13:40:12.745-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><title>Thought This Was Funny</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgHyeGRhcWY/R4u6bIamkaI/AAAAAAAAAY4/8ZtqMDDWmt0/s1600-h/bre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgHyeGRhcWY/R4u6bIamkaI/AAAAAAAAAY4/8ZtqMDDWmt0/s400/bre.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155419173733962146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168257707372290772-1801826813165624549?l=girldujourtoday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~4/apcYFZYikcQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1801826813165624549/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168257707372290772&amp;postID=1801826813165624549" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/1801826813165624549?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/1801826813165624549?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~3/apcYFZYikcQ/thought-this-was-funny.html" title="Thought This Was Funny" /><author><name>Girl Du Jour Today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642136826281187048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03611810325159151790" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgHyeGRhcWY/R4u6bIamkaI/AAAAAAAAAY4/8ZtqMDDWmt0/s72-c/bre.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/2008/01/thought-this-was-funny.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cGQ3s_cCp7ImA9WxZTE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168257707372290772.post-2672300063253829766</id><published>2008-01-13T23:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:30:22.548-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-14T13:30:22.548-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="current affairs" /><title>2008 St. Louis Team Cardinal Wall Calendar</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgHyeGRhcWY/R4r5coamkZI/AAAAAAAAAYw/xBX3M4YOaro/s1600-h/cal2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155206993759605138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgHyeGRhcWY/R4r5coamkZI/AAAAAAAAAYw/xBX3M4YOaro/s320/cal2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a gander at our 2008 baseball calendar today and found it humorous that 2 months have been dedicated to Jim Edmonds (traded to San Diego Padres) and David Eckstein (traded to Toronto Blue Jays). Also there are some major talks about trading Scott Rolen also to the BJ's. (I like trying to throw BJ into as many conversations as possible.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168257707372290772-2672300063253829766?l=girldujourtoday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~4/mooYU0mLlA8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/2672300063253829766/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168257707372290772&amp;postID=2672300063253829766" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/2672300063253829766?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/2672300063253829766?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~3/mooYU0mLlA8/2008-st-louis-team-cardinal-wall.html" title="2008 St. Louis Team Cardinal Wall Calendar" /><author><name>Girl Du Jour Today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642136826281187048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03611810325159151790" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgHyeGRhcWY/R4r5coamkZI/AAAAAAAAAYw/xBX3M4YOaro/s72-c/cal2.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-st-louis-team-cardinal-wall.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UNR3s8eyp7ImA9WxZTEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168257707372290772.post-3328982765690114937</id><published>2008-01-13T20:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T20:54:56.573-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-13T20:54:56.573-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="current affairs" /><title>We Are Almost Marshall</title><content type="html">&lt;table bordercolor="white" bgcolor="#c8ffdb" border="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A van carrying a Canadian high school boys' basketball team collided with a truck Saturday, killing seven students and the coach's wife on their way home from a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nine senior varsity players - accompanied by their coach, his wife and their daughter - were minutes from reuniting with their families when the team's coach lost control of the van.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a horrible &lt;a href="http://msn.foxsports.com/other/story/7666668" target="_blank"&gt;story&lt;/a&gt; no matter how you look at. While I feel bad for the friends and family of the lost ones it's got to really suck being the coach. Whether or not he could have prevented the accident, I'm sure this is something he'll feel guilty about the rest of his life. My heart goes out to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least Canada still has &lt;a href="http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/2007/12/greatest-hits-of-viral-video.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Star Wars Kid.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168257707372290772-3328982765690114937?l=girldujourtoday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~4/pm5Cc09yPWo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3328982765690114937/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168257707372290772&amp;postID=3328982765690114937" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/3328982765690114937?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/3328982765690114937?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~3/pm5Cc09yPWo/we-are-almost-marshall.html" title="We Are Almost Marshall" /><author><name>Girl Du Jour Today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642136826281187048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03611810325159151790" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-are-almost-marshall.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UFQXs_fCp7ImA9WxZTEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168257707372290772.post-8814067644710430299</id><published>2008-01-12T03:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T14:53:30.544-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-12T14:53:30.544-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><title>Top Searches</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The top searches that lead people to this blog are in order: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Offensive Jokes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Personal Grooming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sexual Fantasies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LG Rumor Case&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;This list may not be exact, except for #1, but close enough. LG Rumor Case is definitely starting to rise in the ranks though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm really perturbed by the fact that so many people are searching for offensive jokes. I was trying to make a point about them which is why I listed so many actual jokes. So maybe it's a bad point or was badly written but essentially it came down to this: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All offensive jokes are just that - offensive. Why are we offended more by some jokes over others? If they are all technically offensive is it okay to tell the ones we think are less so?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would normally say that for the most part I don't judge people for telling these jokes. It's not my place. Although I'm most uncomfortable with hearing the race and priest jokes. However, maybe I do judge because every time I look up the blog stats and see yet another person trying to find offensive jokes ... well I get a bit offended. I'm irritated by the fact that people are actively searching for these types of jokes and possibly getting them from here to spread around. Sure, they can just as easily get them elsewhere but is that the point? Am I contributing to the problem? Why are there so many people searching for this? It kind of makes me sad and disgusted. Hell, even the 'horse fucking' searches that lead here don't bother me. I keep thinking that maybe I should pull that post altogether but that would mean less traffic on this site and after all, WWJD? He loved the assholes too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of assholes ... I don't really care for anal sex.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168257707372290772-8814067644710430299?l=girldujourtoday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~4/me6pq3fxUIA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/8814067644710430299/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168257707372290772&amp;postID=8814067644710430299" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/8814067644710430299?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/8814067644710430299?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~3/me6pq3fxUIA/top-searches.html" title="Top Searches" /><author><name>Girl Du Jour Today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642136826281187048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03611810325159151790" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/2008/01/top-searches.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08GQH87cSp7ImA9WxZTEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168257707372290772.post-8149580022953075157</id><published>2008-01-10T21:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:30:21.109-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-10T22:30:21.109-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="current affairs" /><title>Splittsville for Spiderman and Mary Jane</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cceedd"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...the comic world is in an uproar over Marvel Comics' decision to undo the marriage of Peter Parker and red-haired bombshell Mary Jane Watson, reversing two decades of storytelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Amazing Spider-Man #545 last week, Peter and Mary Jane make a tearful deal with the devil-like character Mephisto: In exchange for saving Aunt May's life, Mephisto erases all traces of the Peter-Mary Jane marriage from memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the issue out this week, subtitled Brand New Day, Peter Parker returns to his roots — young, nerdy and single. Aunt May is alive and well and Mary Jane is again just part of the cast. The marriage never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People are very upset. They erased a lot of stuff that had been set in stone," says John Newman, manager of Ultimate Comics in Chapel Hill, N.C...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop out! All this does is give them ample new story lines for the same story. Sounds like a soap opera in that way. Really, at some point even a superhero has to retire otherwise he just ends up looking like some geriatric jerk in tights. If anything, resetting time ensures the comic can go on and on and on and on. Wish my vibrator would do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little silly &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/life/books/news/2008-01-09-spider-man-marriage_N.htm?se=yahoorefer" target="_blank"&gt;people are so upset&lt;/a&gt; over this. Of course I don't read this comic. In fact, I don't think I've ever flipped through this comic even once. With that being said, I don't do well with change either so I'm really just a hypocrite by making fun of the nerds. I was PISSED when the Professor in X-Men and Data in STG: Nemesis were killed off. PISSED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168257707372290772-8149580022953075157?l=girldujourtoday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~4/AS_YZ_wkFyk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/8149580022953075157/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168257707372290772&amp;postID=8149580022953075157" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/8149580022953075157?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/8149580022953075157?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~3/AS_YZ_wkFyk/splittsville-for-spiderman-and-mary.html" title="Splittsville for Spiderman and Mary Jane" /><author><name>Girl Du Jour Today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642136826281187048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03611810325159151790" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/2008/01/splittsville-for-spiderman-and-mary.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8DQn06eip7ImA9WB9aGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168257707372290772.post-3559420041748111743</id><published>2008-01-10T13:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T13:54:33.312-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-10T13:54:33.312-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><title>FBI Must Now Resort to Holding a Glass to Doors</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote style="background-color:#e6e6e6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Telephone companies have cut off FBI wiretaps used to eavesdrop on suspected criminals because of the bureau's repeated failures to pay phone bills on time. A Justice Department audit released Thursday blamed the lost connections on the FBI's lax oversight of money used in undercover investigations. Poor supervision of the program also allowed one agent to steal $25,000, the audit said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In at least one case, a wiretap used in a Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act investigation "was halted due to untimely payment," the audit found. FISA wiretaps are used in the government's most sensitive and secretive criminal investigations, and allow eavesdropping on suspected terrorists or spies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We also found that late payments have resulted in telecommunications carriers actually disconnecting phone lines established to deliver surveillance results to the FBI, resulting in lost evidence," according to the audit by Inspector General Glenn A. Fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;File this &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080110/ap_on_go_ca_st_pe/fbi_unpaid_phone_bills" target="_blank"&gt;story&lt;/a&gt; under Dumbasses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168257707372290772-3559420041748111743?l=girldujourtoday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~4/crU4K8HBD00" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3559420041748111743/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168257707372290772&amp;postID=3559420041748111743" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/3559420041748111743?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/3559420041748111743?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~3/crU4K8HBD00/fbi-must-now-resort-to-holding-glass-to.html" title="FBI Must Now Resort to Holding a Glass to Doors" /><author><name>Girl Du Jour Today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642136826281187048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03611810325159151790" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/2008/01/fbi-must-now-resort-to-holding-glass-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMFQ38zeyp7ImA9WxZTEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168257707372290772.post-3086871310489422115</id><published>2008-01-10T09:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:33:32.183-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-10T21:33:32.183-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><title>Sorry to Disappoint</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;These are some of the stats from my blog but not all of them. The program I use doesn't give me ip addresses or anything that detailed so your anonymity is safe. Sorry to disappoint all you that have visited this blog from a search query. 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gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAHR3o5fip7ImA9WB9aGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168257707372290772.post-4040851363433184494</id><published>2008-01-09T15:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T22:18:56.426-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-09T22:18:56.426-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="current affairs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="st. louis" /><title>Good 'Ole Missouri</title><content type="html">Why is it that every time Missouri makes national news lately it's embarassing? Here's the latest from a recent &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22559988?gt1=10755" target="_blank"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="background-color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What the ...? A St. Louis-area town is considering a bill that would ban swearing in bars, along with table-dancing, drinking contests and profane music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proposal would ban indecent, profane or obscene language, songs, entertainment and literature at bars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way - awesome article title: &lt;em&gt;But if I go outside, I might offend the smokers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168257707372290772-4040851363433184494?l=girldujourtoday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~4/39qjAKXUTn8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/4040851363433184494/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168257707372290772&amp;postID=4040851363433184494" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/4040851363433184494?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/4040851363433184494?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~3/39qjAKXUTn8/good-ole-missouri.html" title="Good 'Ole Missouri" /><author><name>Girl Du Jour Today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642136826281187048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03611810325159151790" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-ole-missouri.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYCQXs8eCp7ImA9WB9aGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168257707372290772.post-1198888214077465259</id><published>2008-01-08T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:22:40.570-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-08T23:22:40.570-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="current affairs" /><title>I'll Let the Quiz Decide My Presidential Vote</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;87% &lt;span style="color:#99C9FF;"&gt;Hillary Clinton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84% &lt;span style="color:#99C9FF;"&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82% &lt;span style="color:#99C9FF;"&gt;John Edwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80% &lt;span style="color:#99C9FF;"&gt;Chris Dodd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75% &lt;span style="color:#99C9FF;"&gt;Bill Richardson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71% &lt;span style="color:#99C9FF;"&gt;Joe Biden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66% &lt;span style="color:#99C9FF;"&gt;Mike Gravel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66% &lt;span style="color:#99C9FF;"&gt;Dennis Kucinich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60% &lt;span style="color:#f00;"&gt;Rudy Giuliani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52% &lt;span style="color:#f00;"&gt;John McCain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43% &lt;span style="color:#f00;"&gt;Mitt Romney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42% &lt;span style="color:#f00;"&gt;Mike Huckabee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39% &lt;span style="color:#f00;"&gt;Tom Tancredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27% &lt;span style="color:#f00;"&gt;Fred Thompson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20% &lt;span style="color:#f00;"&gt;Ron Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/candidates/2008-quiz.html"&gt;2008 Presidential Candidate Matching Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god! Say it isn't so! I'm supposed to vote for ... for .... I can't even say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I didn't care for the quiz all that much. There were only a handful of topics on this quiz that I felt strongly about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Same Sex Marriage should be allowed and should be a marriage, not a civil union&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iraq War - I'm all about getting out in a mannerly order but we need to fix our mistakes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abortion should be allowed and legal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Immigrants - No easy answer on this one. I have no solution. We need a better system though that's for sure. What I do know is this, I think the fact that we are planning to build a fence is down right embarrassing. A Fence?!?! My god. What century is this? Have we not evolved at all? A fence. Embarrassing. What the fuck kind of solution is that? Disgusting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mike Gravel cracks me up and I wish he would get more attention. I would never vote for him as I think he would make a terrible president but I do enjoy him. I like the way he just lays it all out on the table saying whatever he thinks. That's what makes him great and a terrible choice all at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A quick note about Clinton winning the New Hampshire Primary. I do believe she partly won due to her 'Tears of a Clown' speech. While her future speeches will sure to be dry eyed, as another breakdown would surely cause her to lose her votes I believe, expect to see more speeches along those lines. The more "open", "heartfelt", "likeable" Hillary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168257707372290772-1198888214077465259?l=girldujourtoday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~4/GakC9KOcX1g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1198888214077465259/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168257707372290772&amp;postID=1198888214077465259" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/1198888214077465259?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/1198888214077465259?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~3/GakC9KOcX1g/ill-let-quiz-decide-my-presidential.html" title="I'll Let the Quiz Decide My Presidential Vote" /><author><name>Girl Du Jour Today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642136826281187048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03611810325159151790" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/2008/01/ill-let-quiz-decide-my-presidential.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAERH86fSp7ImA9WB9aGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168257707372290772.post-8942016403834286541</id><published>2008-01-08T11:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T11:38:25.115-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-10T11:38:25.115-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><title>LG Rumor Case</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgHyeGRhcWY/R4O4n4amkYI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mHVyVfjeLNc/s1600-h/cover.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153165393940353410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgHyeGRhcWY/R4O4n4amkYI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mHVyVfjeLNc/s320/cover.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So last night I stopped by the Sprint kiosk at the mall to see if perhaps they had the carrying case for the phone yet. The one in South County Mall did (while the Galleria during the day did not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, this is a cheap case and if you drop your phone a lot, like me, I don't think it's going to hold up very well. It's better than nothing and that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I personally find these to be ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, as of right now they are only available in the red. Oh I'm sorry, Dark Cherry, as they call it. I don't want a red phone or a red case. I don't want it to stick out or be that much noticeable hanging on my hip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, it comes with a top, middle, and back case. The top is red, the middle portion that covers the keyboard is black and you have the option of black or red for the back case portion. The back of the package states it has "interchangeable color plates" and all that refers to is the back case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, the back case does have a knob that will slide into a belt clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth, at the kiosk it was selling for $29.99 but on-line &lt;a href="http://nextelonline.nextel.com/NASApp/onlinestore/en/Action/OSBrowseAccessoriesDetail?categoryRefName=Carry+Solutions&amp;amp;PHONE_ID=LG260WKIT&amp;amp;selectedAccessoryID=ZCL0260&amp;amp;topPageNumber=0&amp;amp;subPageNumber=0" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; you can buy it for $19.99 + S&amp;amp;H. They still are only offering the red at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh, if you really hate this your only other choice right now is to go with a pouch case that will fit the rumor. Again, if you're like me though a body glove type case works better for the rough handling of the phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168257707372290772-8942016403834286541?l=girldujourtoday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~4/7Qi0zpA9joM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/8942016403834286541/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168257707372290772&amp;postID=8942016403834286541" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/8942016403834286541?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/8942016403834286541?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~3/7Qi0zpA9joM/lg-rumor-case.html" title="LG Rumor Case" /><author><name>Girl Du Jour Today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642136826281187048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03611810325159151790" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgHyeGRhcWY/R4O4n4amkYI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mHVyVfjeLNc/s72-c/cover.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/2008/01/lg-rumor-case.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEFQH84fCp7ImA9WB9aF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168257707372290772.post-6756825581785756140</id><published>2008-01-08T01:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T01:16:51.134-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-08T01:16:51.134-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the kids" /><title>You know you smoke too much when ...</title><content type="html">your dogs see you pull a cigarette out of the pack and rush to the back door because they know it means you're going outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168257707372290772-6756825581785756140?l=girldujourtoday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~4/Hc4-ydlf4H0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/6756825581785756140/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168257707372290772&amp;postID=6756825581785756140" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/6756825581785756140?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/6756825581785756140?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~3/Hc4-ydlf4H0/you-know-you-smoke-too-much-when.html" title="You know you smoke too much when ..." /><author><name>Girl Du Jour Today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642136826281187048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03611810325159151790" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-know-you-smoke-too-much-when.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04ERXY8fyp7ImA9WB9aF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168257707372290772.post-8889733419439462826</id><published>2008-01-08T00:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T01:05:04.877-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-08T01:05:04.877-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the single life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><title>My SMALL Dilemma</title><content type="html">I curse out thee who deemed it funny to give me really small boobs with an unmatching rib cage size. Damn you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Macy's to buy one black and one white bra. Eh, I just wasn't thrilled with any of the selections. They weren't bad, just your typical bras, but I just wasn't feeling it. I finally selected one but noticed it was $32. I am way too cheap to pay that much for one when, as my dad once told me, I could use brand-aids as a bra. I had to try the thing on and the thought of taking off my coat, then my glasses, pulling my sweater over my head (leaving static fly away hair), unhooking my current dingy bra, putting the new one on by hooking it in front and then swiveling it around to the back because I can't hook it by feel alone, adjusting the straps, rating the look and feel, pull my sweater back on (messing my hair up even worse), reevaluating the bra under clothes, and then reversing the process. Whew, just typing it all out tires me. I figured if I'm going to pay all that money maybe I should check out what Victoria's Secret has to offer; something I will like more and just a tad bit more expensive. This was my first mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut this story down I ended up buying 4 bras and 13 pairs of matching underwear. Let's just say that I know at least a few pairs of the underwear look super hot on me and the bras are the most comfortable and flattering I've ever owned. Basically it's not over the top try-to-hard to look sexy but is sexy undergarments. This is the stuff I'd wear to be seen in (i.e. to get laid). The only problem is while the four bras are different colors, one even has a lace overlay), they are exactly the same style. So basically I'm showing off the same look just a bit varied as it's a different color and the underwear is all different kinds. Not that the guy would even care or notice I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I get the VS magazine and against my better judgment decided to flip through it. I came upon the page with my bras and noticed the matching underwear made specifically to go with the bras. I quickly went through my stash and noticed I did in fact buy one pair. All the others work just fine but these match exactly. So now I decide I need these. I went back today during lunch and picked up 3 black matching pairs in different styles and cuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I see this post is long and I haven't even gotten to the dilemma yet. My bra size is typically a 34A. The problem I noticed is that due to the design and material of the bra it constantly rises up to the point where I'm tugging it down throughout the day. This sucks. I drive back out to the mall, again, tonight with the remaining bras hoping to trade them in for a 32A. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that I'm really in-between sizes. A 32 is just a tad too tight and a 34 is just a tad too big. Don't suggest bra extenders as I'm not doing it. Okay, let's just be honest here. A 32 I hook it on the first tab. It fits snuggly enough. I did the 'raise my arms above my head' move several times and it seemed to stick in place well enough. But wait! Uh oh. I may be a small girl but I still have that unsightly fat roll that hangs out over the side of the bra band. It's not too bad but it's noticeable. This would be the roll that's underneath the arm but the pressure of the bra forces it into an oblong shape that wraps the fat around to the back a little bit to overhang there as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 34 feels a bit more comfortable but whenever I raise my arms halfway up the bra moves until eventually I have part boob hangage out the bottom. I'm either tugging it down because it's uncomfortable or the top of the bra cup is starting to sneak a peek through the top of my shirt. However, the little bit of extra room leave a nice clean silhouette and no body fat or rolls to be seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do I go with the better functional yet tight enough to cause fat rolls bra? Or the sexier looking yet unanchored annoying bra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I'm putting a lot of thought into this but I can be obsessive like that. What's worse is that I'm not even sure the stores sell this in a 32A and if they do the colors are very limited. Even they know girls that are a 32A don't bother much with bras when band-aids can do the trick. They have a 32B that somehow works although it's just the tiniest roomier in the cup area but probably still ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I probably shouldn't even be worrying about how good I look in the damn thing. By the time I get around to actually finding a guy I want to have sex with the bras were will be pilled and old while the matching underwear will be retired to the ratty, stained, torn, only-good-for-period use type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168257707372290772-8889733419439462826?l=girldujourtoday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~4/mMDoUH2grG4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/8889733419439462826/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168257707372290772&amp;postID=8889733419439462826" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/8889733419439462826?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/8889733419439462826?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~3/mMDoUH2grG4/my-small-dilemma.html" title="My SMALL Dilemma" /><author><name>Girl Du Jour Today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642136826281187048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03611810325159151790" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-small-dilemma.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAARX8yeSp7ImA9WB9aF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168257707372290772.post-1654046608462517678</id><published>2008-01-07T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T00:12:24.191-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-08T00:12:24.191-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><title>Love / Hate</title><content type="html">Why is it the things we love hurts us the most? Whether it's friends, family, or even our significant others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's worse than the bitter truth of unreciprocated love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I started down that familiar road once again. Seriously, I'm stupider than Bart Simpson who is dumber than a hamster. Sunday afternoon I was feeling the effects of my Saturday night misstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undigestible corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. I love corn on the cob but sadly, it does not love me back. After devouring a delightful cob from Chili's, somehow the chewed up kernels found a way to reform themselves on its trek through my intestines where it roughly exited my anus over and over again. First the stomach becomes achy, then painful, then gassy, and finally I make my way to the cold toilet for the first of many trips. Really, it would be much easier if I could just actually shit the entire corn on the cob in all one big painful thrust and get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the majority of kernels exit on the first go around it's the loners, stragglers, and dawdlers that do the most damage. Time and time again I have to go back for a kernel here or a kernel there. I don't how they do it but they press down on my rectum with such a strong force it feels like a baby's head is about to crown out the wrong hole. Somehow by the time they make it to the light they have constricted themselves down to the size of a  ... well of a kernel. Sometimes breeched and sometimes not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem really lies with the multiple wipes that must occur. Even though it may be just one kernel finally deciding to join his brothers in the big ocean, he leaves a brown trail just like a slug. The more you wipe the more rawer you get; I don't care how thick and soft the toilet paper is or if you're using a shammy. On top of all the rawness, often times my long fingernail breaks through the paper and rakes the already sore bud. I only irritate it further by pooping out another few kernels and anything else my system feels the need to expel. I know my anus is tired and fearful of the abuse. I can tell by the way he puckers in tight even as I sit on the toilet with the cheeks spread - optimal position to widen and open the hole. By this point the poor guy is red and swollen. Even a rim job wouldn't be fun at this point. And Lord knows how I love a good rim job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168257707372290772-1654046608462517678?l=girldujourtoday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~4/IWq_1It8nBo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1654046608462517678/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168257707372290772&amp;postID=1654046608462517678" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/1654046608462517678?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/1654046608462517678?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~3/IWq_1It8nBo/love-hate.html" title="Love / Hate" /><author><name>Girl Du Jour Today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642136826281187048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03611810325159151790" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-hate.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcCQHk8eip7ImA9WB9aF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168257707372290772.post-3963430398916148804</id><published>2008-01-07T14:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T01:41:01.772-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-08T01:41:01.772-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="current affairs" /><title>Cry Me A River Hillary Clinton</title><content type="html">There's no crying in baseball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MVlwH7-05Fk&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so she wasn't exactly crying but she did get obviously emotional and teary eyed. For like a nanosecond. I read about it &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; I saw the footage. My first thoughts were something along the lines of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying you need to be a man to be PotUS but you need to man up bitch. Are you stupid? Crying for the world to see will only send the message that you are emotional and can't handle the pressure. What's worse is that you are a cunt! Ahem, I mean have a cunt! You, a woman (read old hag), are trying to become the first US President. A question that is asked throughout this country of 'Are we ready?' People will doubly criticize and scrutinize you for this just like they do to Obama for not being white (and having a name a little to close to Osama). Women are stereotyped as being too emotional and you go crying in front of the cameras. Nice. Dumbass. You just confirmed to all the good 'ole boys that, indeed, a woman can't keep her emotions controlled enough to be in a position on top unless she's assuming the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cowgirl_position" target="_blank"&gt;cowgirl position&lt;/a&gt; (nsfw &lt;em&gt;&amp;#0153; Fark.com)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw the video clip and my thoughts went a little like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap. That wasn't a bad speech. In fact it made her look human, and caring, and passionate for this country and not just about the win. I bet she'll actually win a lot of votes for that. Geesh. She played that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now on to my conclusion thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay technically she only teared up there for a minute. Yeah the speech was good and seemed heartfelt and maybe even it was. This still brings us back to the point though that There Is No Crying In Baseball! The fact is she's stressed, tired, and losing. Let me repeat: LOSING. Her team is strategizing and then re-strategizing and then re-strategizing some more as poll after poll shows Obama pulling out ahead and Edwards kicking her while she's down just for good measure. If she was a clear favorite in the lead she would be all smiles and Rawr I'm a woman with balls! speech. Sure she may be passionate but she broke. On tv. This is bad. I don't care that she's showing a more humane side of her personality. This was not the time nor the place in my &lt;em&gt;humble&lt;/em&gt; opinion of course. It was a nice touch throwing in the line "...some people think elections are a game they think it's like who's up or who's down, it's about our country..." Only a person down would say that. She might have been teary eyed, her words might have been right, but those tears were not for the country but for the impending loss of being able to control this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. We now know at least one of her body parts is capable of getting wet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168257707372290772-3963430398916148804?l=girldujourtoday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~4/jVy0n4Gfzj0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3963430398916148804/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168257707372290772&amp;postID=3963430398916148804" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/3963430398916148804?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/3963430398916148804?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~3/jVy0n4Gfzj0/cry-me-river-hillary-clinton.html" title="Cry Me A River Hillary Clinton" /><author><name>Girl Du Jour Today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642136826281187048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03611810325159151790" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/2008/01/cry-me-river-hillary-clinton.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcGQ3Y5fip7ImA9WB9aF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168257707372290772.post-1252548537797722986</id><published>2008-01-06T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T01:07:02.826-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-08T01:07:02.826-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><title>This is what happens ...</title><content type="html">... when you continually leave the cap off the toothpaste after each use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgHyeGRhcWY/R4E_K4amkUI/AAAAAAAAAYI/dZk3ryfFr-0/s1600-h/tooth+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152468904863764802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgHyeGRhcWY/R4E_K4amkUI/AAAAAAAAAYI/dZk3ryfFr-0/s320/tooth+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152469205511475538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgHyeGRhcWY/R4E_cYamkVI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/oF10h1MbXhM/s320/tooth+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgHyeGRhcWY/R4E_rIamkWI/AAAAAAAAAYY/oh7LSwLTM84/s1600-h/tooth+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152469458914546018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgHyeGRhcWY/R4E_rIamkWI/AAAAAAAAAYY/oh7LSwLTM84/s320/tooth+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168257707372290772-1252548537797722986?l=girldujourtoday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~4/k2wHoioKAcQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1252548537797722986/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168257707372290772&amp;postID=1252548537797722986" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/1252548537797722986?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/1252548537797722986?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~3/k2wHoioKAcQ/this-is-what-happens.html" title="This is what happens ..." /><author><name>Girl Du Jour Today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642136826281187048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03611810325159151790" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgHyeGRhcWY/R4E_K4amkUI/AAAAAAAAAYI/dZk3ryfFr-0/s72-c/tooth+031.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-what-happens.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4ER3w5eip7ImA9WB9aF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168257707372290772.post-1083308493420803696</id><published>2008-01-06T14:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T00:15:06.222-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-08T00:15:06.222-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><title>My Antidepressant is Making Me Depressed</title><content type="html">I know I'm not really posting much lately and that's because my antidepressant is making me depressed. I'm on a new medication that my doctor prescribed for my migraines and back stress. Technically it's used as an antidepressant unless it's a low dosage like I'm taking. So far it definitely has worked to eliminate the two conditions but the side effects suck donkey balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take one 25mg tablet of Amitriptyline, generic for Elavil, by mouth every night at bedtime. I know it can take a few weeks before my body adjusts to this type of medication. I can't even imagine what it would be like if I was on a high dosage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, antidepressants usually come with a warning that it increases the risk of suicidal thoughts or actions in teenagers and young adults. WTF people? So let me get this straight. You're going to give a 15-year-old a pill so they're not so depressed and get them motivated to go off themselves? I never understood how you can have a side effect that does the exact opposite of what the pill is intended for. That's like saying: Warning! Your birth control pill may increase your chances of becoming pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my doctor warned it might make me drowsy and that's why I should take it at bedtime. Drowsy? DROWSY? How about it puts me in a coma. Geesh. So far on the weekends or during Holiday breaks when I'm not working I can sleep anywhere from 12 - 22 hours straight (not including letting the dogs in and out). 22 hours! This is a record even for me, which is saying a lot. The first few days were the worst as my head was in a fog and concentration on anything was a chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a warning that I might gain weight and have cravings for sweets. First off I already have craving for sweets so if those intensify then no wonder I'll get fat as that will be all I'm eating. Second though, since I'm sleeping through meals it might actually help me lose weight. Unless of course we go with the theory that if you starve your body it starts to store fat. Dammit! I just can't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My co-worker mentioned that she likes this new happier and gentler me, meaning I'm not as crabby and bitchy. Hmmmm. I guess I didn't realize I was that bad. Maybe she's just a sensitive whore though eh? We're waiting to see how long this lasts to determine if it's the medication or if I'm just in a better mood these days from having 2 semi-long breaks over the holiday season. I think she might be right now. I'm thinking I'm not as stressed and a bit more mellow yellow. Well, I've always been yellow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168257707372290772-1083308493420803696?l=girldujourtoday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~4/nBmklT4zwd4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1083308493420803696/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168257707372290772&amp;postID=1083308493420803696" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/1083308493420803696?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/1083308493420803696?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~3/nBmklT4zwd4/my-antidepressant-is-making-me.html" title="My Antidepressant is Making Me Depressed" /><author><name>Girl Du Jour Today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642136826281187048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03611810325159151790" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-antidepressant-is-making-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MAQ3o-fip7ImA9WB9aFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168257707372290772.post-6692159219383087020</id><published>2008-01-06T11:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T13:57:22.456-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-06T13:57:22.456-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><title>LG Rumor Review</title><content type="html">I am not very tech savy so expect this review to have words like 'thingamajig' or 'doohickey'. I'm also not going to go into great detail but just talk quick generics and things I've learned or noticed about the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The large screen size is nice but admittedly I don't take great care of my phone. It's constantly getting dropped or shoved in my purse. The screen already has some scratches and fingerprints all over it. I'm trying to find the film that goes over it to protect but so far none of the Sprint stores carry any accessories for this. WTF not? It's a brand new phone for them and they're selling very well. You think they would want to make some extra money and keep their customers happy. Geesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound quality is not the best which sucks as I use this mostly for voice and then text. To me, the quality seems a bit static-ey and echo-ey. Plus, in my opinion I don't think the volume is loud enough. Perhaps I'm just hard of hearing. My last phone though when you had it all the way up was loud and clear discontinued sprint Sanyo). Sometimes too loud but at least I had the option of that. This phone seems like I have to cover my other ear to hear people sometimes. Which, you know, isn't the best option when driving, which, of course, is the hardest to hear at times. Yes I drive while talking on my phone. Suck it all you 'hang up and drive' nazis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same goes for the ringer volume - too low even at the highest setting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear fine when the speaker is on but haven't tried to use it for talking to people. I've only used it for voicemail checking and such. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old phone was a flip phone, which I like. Since this carries the number pad on the outside it automatically locks the keys. You have to hit the Back button for a few seconds to unlock it. Eh, it seems like I hit the End key instead or in conjunction with the Back key and this doesn't work to unlock it. So you have to be a little more careful and take notice of what you're hitting. You can also hit any button on the phone, without unlocking it, and the screen will appear telling you if you have any alerts like missed calls or texts. It's a nice easy way to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Menu button is too small. I'm a small girl people. I have bitch hands. I have no problem dialing rotary phones. I have nails with can be more precise that the pad of my fingers. If I'm&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgHyeGRhcWY/R4EvK4amkSI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Ejl-wOo9fCg/s1600-h/lgrfront.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152451312677720354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgHyeGRhcWY/R4EvK4amkSI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Ejl-wOo9fCg/s320/lgrfront.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; having problems with the Menu button I can only imagine how much trouble other people may have. It took some getting used to. Every time I hit that damn small round button I would inevitably hit one of the arrow keys next to it instead giving me a different function than intended. Really, that button is smaller than my clit. And to think, if guys have problems finding &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; they're really going to have problems with this phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Underneath the phone is the qwerty keyboard. Okay, if you're like me and wonder why they call it qwerty it's because it's the first 6 letters on the top row of the keyboard. Duh! I had to ask someone. You just slide the top part over and voila! The slide mechanism is nice and so far no issues really. You can also unlock the phone but opening it this way instead of the Back button. The screen automatically flips to horizontal and goes straight to a messaging screen: voicemail, send message, text messaging, email, and so forth. You can either pick the corresponding number or use the arrow keys to navigate to the correct option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only use mine for text so I'll talk a bit about that. My old phone did not contain qwerty and it's a hell of a lot easier and quicker to type. You can't tell from the pictures but when the keys are lit the symbol/number in the upper right hand corner of each key is orange. Because I'm slow it took me a bit to figure out how to select those. It happens to be the only fully orange button. Christ I'm stupid. After messing around with it a bit I noticed all you have to do is press that &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgHyeGRhcWY/R4EvWYamkTI/AAAAAAAAAYA/9c_TlCJLFw8/s1600-h/lgrkey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152451510246215986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgHyeGRhcWY/R4EvWYamkTI/AAAAAAAAAYA/9c_TlCJLFw8/s320/lgrkey.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;button once and then proceed to the next key and it automatically types in the symbol. Meaning, you don't need to hold it down while pressing the intended key like you would with the shift key on a keyboard. Press it twice and it locks down that function key so that you can proceed to type numbers or whatever. Press it one more time and it disables it altogether. The same process works for the Shift key when you want capital letters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you the Reply button it gives the option of replying by Text Message or Other Options, which from there you now select VoiceSMS, Email, or Picture Mail. This bugs me. I only reply with text and it's another step I have to take to get to the right screen. It's nice that they give you options but if you constantly text I'm tired of always having to select it and slowing me down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For incoming calls I often use the Ignore function as I either don't want to or can't take the call. This stops my phone from ringing out loud and sends them to voicemail. What sucks about this phone is that when you hit ignore it does not save the info for that call anywhere. I hate this and it's most inconvenient. Why they would program it this way I do not know. It's such a simple, yet huge, oversight. It's much needed for those that call me at work just to talk (you know who you are) or for those 3 am drunk dial calls I receive (you still know who you are.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I'm happy enough with the phone though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh yeah. I forget to mention thingamajib and doohickey. Now I'm done.&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/4168257707372290772-6692159219383087020?l=girldujourtoday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~4/2fgzrnyf3os" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/6692159219383087020/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168257707372290772&amp;postID=6692159219383087020" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/6692159219383087020?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/6692159219383087020?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~3/2fgzrnyf3os/lg-rumor-review.html" title="LG Rumor Review" /><author><name>Girl Du Jour Today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642136826281187048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03611810325159151790" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgHyeGRhcWY/R4EvK4amkSI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Ejl-wOo9fCg/s72-c/lgrfront.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/2008/01/lg-rumor-review.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08ARnw-eyp7ImA9WB9aFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168257707372290772.post-6279175068900566553</id><published>2008-01-06T11:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T11:50:47.253-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-06T11:50:47.253-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general" /><title>Sound of Silence</title><content type="html">For Christmas FrEx bought me an iPod Shuffle which I promptly returned for an iPod Nano (his idea)  and gladly paid the price difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came time to setting it up and transferring the songs from my computer to the iPod I promptly discovered that both Apple and Napster that kiss my yellow ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have about 17 songs I downloaded from Napster (legal and paid for) that will not transfer to the iPod because they are DMA wma files. Basically this means they are protected and because Apple uses a different type of player they won't transfer. Both Napster and Apple have done this on purpose because they are greedy money hungry pricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really gets me is that I legally paid for these songs so I should be able to have a copy of them to another player. I think it's bullshit. With songs and whole albums available everywhere for FREE on the internet how does crap like this inspire me to actually pay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 options if I want those songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy the songs directly from iTunes &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Burn the already downloaded songs from Napster to a cd then rip them into a mp3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a program ($20) that can unprotect the songs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;All options suck. Number 1 is probably what I will have to do as there is no way I'm going through the trouble of option 2 and for some reason I refuse to go with option 3.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I used to have hundreds of songs on my old computer but unfortunately that was given to The Ex. Brother 2, who cleaned the computer up for me before giving it away, may have a copy of all the songs but it's doubtful. What a shame.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168257707372290772-6279175068900566553?l=girldujourtoday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~4/fohLXgWhoNg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/feeds/6279175068900566553/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4168257707372290772&amp;postID=6279175068900566553" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/6279175068900566553?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168257707372290772/posts/default/6279175068900566553?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GirlDuJourToday/~3/fohLXgWhoNg/sound-of-silence.html" title="Sound of Silence" /><author><name>Girl Du Jour Today</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13642136826281187048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="03611810325159151790" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://girldujourtoday.blogspot.com/2008/01/sound-of-silence.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4NRHY8eCp7ImA9WB9aFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168257707372290772.post-4420200549905446344</id><published>2008-01-06T00:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T11:03:15.870-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-06T11:03:15.870-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the single life" /><title>Various Comments I Never Said to Various Guys I've Dated</title><content type="html">&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're a slut.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are seriously fucked up. You don't think like a normal person. Do you realize this? What you did was wrong. How can you not understand that? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're horrible at sex. You're also ridiculous.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't decide if it's a good thing we dated or not. On the one hand I kind of wish I could take it all back but on the other hand at least I can say now, without a doubt, that we would never work and there is no interest what-so-ever on my end.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It doesn't matter if you said all the right things and did everything right. I still would have broken up with you. It wasn't you, it was him. There was no getting around it. I'm sorry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are a horrible kisser.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have a small dick.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remind me of my ex-husband. And not in a good way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You were right. We're not meant for each other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I only dated you because you were there. You only dated me to win.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You never took me seriously. I resent you for that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You need counseling. Seriously. You have issues.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your words to me were like a gift. They made my heart swell and my vagina twitch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know why I don't have romantic feelings for you. It feels like I should. Things would be easier if that was the case. I can't make, and will not make, myself feel something more when I just don't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I.Hate.Your.Hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I should have stood up for myself more. At times I let you walk all over me. I was wrong for that. You were wrong for doing it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're an asshole. You're disgusting. You're a bad friend. You took advantage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're dick can't get hard enough. WTF? Do you masturbate so much that when it comes to actual sex your dick is too tired?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like that you noticed the little things about me. My personality quirks and things I do. Things I didn't even realize I did. It shows that you paid attention to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay. I realize that you didn't love me enough. You never did. In fact, you even tried to tell me a few times but I wouldn't listen. I stubbornly refused to believe it and pushed your comments aside. I rationalized instead of realized.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I loved you. I did. But that didn't stop me from holding a part of me back. I never could give you all of me. I held on to a piece of me for me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'd rather cuddle with my dogs than you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have no regrets that we dated. In fact, I have almost nothing bad to say about you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;In hindsight I made things a bit more melodramatic than it had to be. Sorry about that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You were not replaced. I just moved on is all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You drive me nuts, and not in a good way. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You creep me out. Really.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you happen to be a guy I dated and are reading this, let me point out that you should &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; assume a comment is about you. There are things here I can see where one might think it's about him and I'm referring to another. 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