<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262962804711288556</id><updated>2024-09-01T18:44:40.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grinding for Life; Making It Day to Day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262962804711288556/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>GrindingForChange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09755960254025223292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262962804711288556.post-1215156990369783396</id><published>2012-01-04T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T14:29:16.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, fuck blogging</title><content type='html'>fucking adsense&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t even know how they make money if they kick someone like me who wasn&#39;t even on the cusp of doing anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
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There you have it, my adsense has been shut down before I made a red cent, and I was doing everything in moderation.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ll probably type a little on here every once in a while and help bros out when I can.&lt;br /&gt;
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Much love on your future endeavors, and may you see better luck then I have.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not even going to appeal. It&#39;s not worth it if they&#39;re this fucking&amp;nbsp;sensitive&amp;nbsp;about shit.&lt;br /&gt;
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And the ads I have clicked? I&#39;ll be honest, there were some things I was interested in buying.&lt;br /&gt;
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This whole thing is shit.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/feeds/1215156990369783396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/2012/01/well-fuck-blogging.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262962804711288556/posts/default/1215156990369783396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262962804711288556/posts/default/1215156990369783396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/2012/01/well-fuck-blogging.html' title='Well, fuck blogging'/><author><name>GrindingForChange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09755960254025223292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262962804711288556.post-704057084906089165</id><published>2012-01-02T18:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T18:16:15.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instantaneous Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;The future is a thing of possibility. The moment is the foundation of that future. Every moment is the foundation of what is to come. There are a million ways to expect the future, but no way to know. The philosophy of a man expects the future. The philosophy of a man cannot be right. It can be close. It will never be right. Intellect views the things that are happening with the things that have happened and produces philosophy. What has happened will not happen again. Every moment is a new moment. The future, not beheld by any, could be riddled with instantaneous devolution or with the perfect luck. One cannot know. We place gambles on comfort for we are humans. We want to be able to expect our being to have the best feeling moments. We build foundations with the future in mind. Even now, as I write, the world could find a sudden demise. I gamble that it won’t in writing this thing in hopes that through my thought I will find a comfort; a thing to live for. But why find a purpose when purpose alone is merely a concept created by man for a false sense of drive. There is no purpose. The reason to build the moments is to create a comfort for the future. The reason to suffer is to achieve the moments when we can feel like children again, so naïve that death cannot stop us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/feeds/704057084906089165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/2012/01/instantaneous-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262962804711288556/posts/default/704057084906089165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262962804711288556/posts/default/704057084906089165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/2012/01/instantaneous-thoughts.html' title='Instantaneous Thoughts'/><author><name>GrindingForChange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09755960254025223292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262962804711288556.post-4480898064371907226</id><published>2011-12-31T18:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T18:30:44.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes the New Year!</title><content type='html'>A new year approaches! I am looking forward to see what it has in store. No resolutions for me, I just hope it&#39;s better than last year. Looking back on this past year, I can see all the successes and catastrophes, and I know that it was an interesting year. Maybe things will be more stable? Nah, no fun anyways. Any resolutions for any one else?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/feeds/4480898064371907226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/2011/12/here-comes-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262962804711288556/posts/default/4480898064371907226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262962804711288556/posts/default/4480898064371907226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/2011/12/here-comes-new-year.html' title='Here Comes the New Year!'/><author><name>GrindingForChange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09755960254025223292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262962804711288556.post-7610563673873484691</id><published>2011-12-30T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T15:25:42.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebecca Black Dead? UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://rebecca.black.mediafetcher.com/news/top_stories/actor_skiing.php&quot;&gt;http://rebecca.black.mediafetcher.com/news/top_stories/actor_skiing.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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THIS JUST IN!&lt;br /&gt;
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Supposedly injured in a snow boarding accident!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/feeds/7610563673873484691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/2011/12/rebecca-black-dead-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262962804711288556/posts/default/7610563673873484691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262962804711288556/posts/default/7610563673873484691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/2011/12/rebecca-black-dead-update.html' title='Rebecca Black Dead? UPDATE'/><author><name>GrindingForChange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09755960254025223292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262962804711288556.post-3230956976415377271</id><published>2011-12-30T15:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T15:09:05.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebecca Black Dead?</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s tragic but true, the details haven&#39;t been released, but we are expecting more on the evening news!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never like posting videos, but in memory, all things are good.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/feeds/3230956976415377271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/2011/12/rebecca-black-dead.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262962804711288556/posts/default/3230956976415377271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262962804711288556/posts/default/3230956976415377271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/2011/12/rebecca-black-dead.html' title='Rebecca Black Dead?'/><author><name>GrindingForChange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09755960254025223292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262962804711288556.post-826269094765306424</id><published>2011-12-27T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T12:44:46.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party!</title><content type='html'>Tonight is my first college party, it&#39;s gonna be great. I always wanted to do one, but since I dropped out, the options slimmed. I am going to make some contacts and get the party on. Tell me some times you partied and how awesome it was.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/feeds/826269094765306424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/2011/12/party.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262962804711288556/posts/default/826269094765306424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262962804711288556/posts/default/826269094765306424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/2011/12/party.html' title='Party!'/><author><name>GrindingForChange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09755960254025223292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262962804711288556.post-1944438462596198145</id><published>2011-12-26T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T23:40:55.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Games of Men</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s always been hard for me to sympathize with the games of men, I simply don&#39;t enjoy playing them myself. These days I am learning to over look their futile gasps and just smile for what they are; steaming piles of shit wasting time til death. It&#39;s a glorious little thing I guess.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/feeds/1944438462596198145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-more-for-good-marks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262962804711288556/posts/default/1944438462596198145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262962804711288556/posts/default/1944438462596198145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-more-for-good-marks.html' title='Games of Men'/><author><name>GrindingForChange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09755960254025223292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262962804711288556.post-6561864376297124647</id><published>2011-12-26T23:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T23:40:39.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Upon Us</title><content type='html'>Well she is, isn&#39;t she? Funny thing how christmas is at the start of it. Everyone gets their presents and toys and then they grind the fuck through winter and make it on home to the sweet scent of the welcoming spring.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/feeds/6561864376297124647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/2011/12/winter-upon-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262962804711288556/posts/default/6561864376297124647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262962804711288556/posts/default/6561864376297124647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/2011/12/winter-upon-us.html' title='Winter Upon Us'/><author><name>GrindingForChange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09755960254025223292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262962804711288556.post-5082638265292485590</id><published>2011-12-26T23:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T23:07:41.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butts</title><content type='html'>Man, I get off on my break the other day, I go walking around the mall and looking for a cheap drink to pay for in quarters. I find this little joint that does free refills for all mall employees. Damn near made my day. I get a coke and head outside to a little corner, it&#39;s kinda chilly but I got my suit on, love working at Macy&#39;s. I get out my&amp;nbsp;Marlboros&amp;nbsp;and light up and I notice all these butts around me, scattered on the ground. I said to myself, &quot;Just a hundred people trying to chill the fuck out.&quot; and I&amp;nbsp;finished&amp;nbsp;that cig and head back on in for the rest of my shift.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just the way she goes.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/feeds/5082638265292485590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/2011/12/butts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262962804711288556/posts/default/5082638265292485590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262962804711288556/posts/default/5082638265292485590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grinding4life.blogspot.com/2011/12/butts.html' title='Butts'/><author><name>GrindingForChange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09755960254025223292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>