tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602999025785823376Fri, 17 Feb 2012 04:20:42 +0000worryrobpressurefmlramblelosing my mindBendadtarantoSUnewsteenexamsgender stereotypessocialBradwtfschoolvceblogrelationship failnostalgicidiocysynaesthesiafirefoxsleepsexpornmoulin rougecoldawesome strangersfoodstudyfamilyMLIAchatlogc2ccwhile at schoolsighlulzblogsvanstupidrantlivewireLack of sanity, check. Too much time, check. Mental instability, check. Go, go, gadget blogger.http://ihavemyblogat.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (nachturnal)Blogger835125IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotComhttp://feedburner.google.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602999025785823376.post-5821571692665245486Wed, 27 Jul 2011 14:05:00 +00002011-07-28T00:05:26.731+10:00a.k.a. Things That Are Not Douchey. Today, a nice older customer (NOC) drew me to one side and whispered "someone has left money on a table upstairs as a tip.  It's not a lot, but it's something, a nice something to get.  Go get it before another customer does!"*  I went to let my manager know so he could send someone else to get it, there was service and I'm not about to leave them waiting justhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~3/upKA6PxaaVY/things-i-love-about-my-job-1.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nachturnal)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d5SgX7NTZrbKaUWXnD63QcE3cZ8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d5SgX7NTZrbKaUWXnD63QcE3cZ8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d5SgX7NTZrbKaUWXnD63QcE3cZ8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d5SgX7NTZrbKaUWXnD63QcE3cZ8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?a=upKA6PxaaVY:5nR8q0SEjZA:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~4/upKA6PxaaVY" height="1" width="1"/>http://ihavemyblogat.blogspot.com/2011/07/things-i-love-about-my-job-1.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602999025785823376.post-5572847537445599489Tue, 03 May 2011 09:26:00 +00002011-05-03T19:26:19.072+10:00From my Family Law textbook: [T]he link between women's inequality and violence was fundamental.  The legal system's tolerance of violence against women underwrites women's inequality before the law.  Women cannot be equal until the legal system responds effectively to violence and until women are treated as equals, violence against them will not be reduced.  The experience of violence is in http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~3/FixnVtuRBng/untitled.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nachturnal)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/79PYcy9ifYposjKnazwgoNsdYMQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/79PYcy9ifYposjKnazwgoNsdYMQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/79PYcy9ifYposjKnazwgoNsdYMQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/79PYcy9ifYposjKnazwgoNsdYMQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?a=FixnVtuRBng:WujMsER22SU:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~4/FixnVtuRBng" height="1" width="1"/>http://ihavemyblogat.blogspot.com/2011/05/untitled.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602999025785823376.post-5761212985904309405Tue, 26 Apr 2011 11:16:00 +00002011-04-26T21:16:53.001+10:00I've been wanting to go to this place pretty much since it opened.  Lots of hype.  I love tofu, and the decor was pretty and ooh so shiny.  So very high expectations here, and I was pretty stoked when we went.  I had claypot noodles, Mark had "onion fried chicken with fried rice" (near verbatim), and we both had ginger and spring onion dumplings, and curry puffs. Thorough disappointment ensued.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~3/eBD4ezkLDrQ/review-tofu-king-swanston-st.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nachturnal)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4UPIobdoJdVH6n4PjPkrfAdp1N8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4UPIobdoJdVH6n4PjPkrfAdp1N8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4UPIobdoJdVH6n4PjPkrfAdp1N8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4UPIobdoJdVH6n4PjPkrfAdp1N8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?a=eBD4ezkLDrQ:EkCPlsa_2IE:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~4/eBD4ezkLDrQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://ihavemyblogat.blogspot.com/2011/04/review-tofu-king-swanston-st.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602999025785823376.post-8484480767577930758Thu, 07 Apr 2011 04:42:00 +00002011-04-07T14:42:31.328+10:00The case is Hartridge, not Hartwick.  I'm fucking stupid.  Sorry. Posted via email from some cookies http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~3/OEpasEY70Oo/redaction.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nachturnal)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ul4E4IwTFStqEYB7wECspeHapBc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ul4E4IwTFStqEYB7wECspeHapBc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ul4E4IwTFStqEYB7wECspeHapBc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ul4E4IwTFStqEYB7wECspeHapBc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?a=OEpasEY70Oo:Dg93goFxOlc:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~4/OEpasEY70Oo" height="1" width="1"/>http://ihavemyblogat.blogspot.com/2011/04/redaction.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602999025785823376.post-7934531635504242956Thu, 07 Apr 2011 04:41:00 +00002011-04-07T14:41:11.103+10:00Browsing CaseBase for a case I have the name of but no year or citation, and I find this: Criminal law — Offences — Fortune telling — Definition of word 'pretend' Section 40 provides that 'every person who for personal gain (a) pretends to tell fortunes; to deceive any person, shall be guilty of an offence Held: The word 'pretend' in the section is used in the sense of 'to profess or claimhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~3/WFkkmPHKF4Y/oh-australia.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nachturnal)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/P-aj__jhAFPBdI-SLjIEVR7kKzk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/P-aj__jhAFPBdI-SLjIEVR7kKzk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/P-aj__jhAFPBdI-SLjIEVR7kKzk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/P-aj__jhAFPBdI-SLjIEVR7kKzk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?a=WFkkmPHKF4Y:mwJRi7IbAus:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~4/WFkkmPHKF4Y" height="1" width="1"/>http://ihavemyblogat.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-australia.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602999025785823376.post-5425022946266319965Mon, 14 Feb 2011 12:11:00 +00002011-02-14T23:11:42.635+11:00I finally, FINALLY got my shit together to write a playlist for this year.  No corollary for you V-day haters; get your cynicism elsewhere. Also, I want to get this over and done with so mister and I can watch The Emperor's New Groove.  Priorities, people. List: Everything About You Is New, Massive AttackNot technically a love song, but don't begrudge me my instrumentals, and I won't http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~3/4jtTmzfCkMU/happy-singles-awareness-day.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nachturnal)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2wFypqU46-bHYKUPzwtqlmX1zJI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2wFypqU46-bHYKUPzwtqlmX1zJI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2wFypqU46-bHYKUPzwtqlmX1zJI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2wFypqU46-bHYKUPzwtqlmX1zJI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?a=4jtTmzfCkMU:hE65gT1QQi4:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~4/4jtTmzfCkMU" height="1" width="1"/>http://ihavemyblogat.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-singles-awareness-day.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602999025785823376.post-399167243683716702Thu, 03 Feb 2011 13:04:00 +00002011-02-04T00:04:09.953+11:00So, mildly inebriated and starving, mister and I decide on a whim to visit the Great Cholesterol Houses of Swanston St right near Flinders St Station.  Because, ya know, that's what you do at 8:30 PM on a Thursday or whatever time we decided to go. We then decided it would be rawrsome (or at least, somewhat delicious) to test out both McD's and HJ's (Burger King for you Americans) nuggets with http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~3/v__1I4SwdVI/great-nugget-debate-hungry-jack-vs.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nachturnal)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qQQyERynAJeYHzml9FI3TCVfIpo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qQQyERynAJeYHzml9FI3TCVfIpo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qQQyERynAJeYHzml9FI3TCVfIpo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qQQyERynAJeYHzml9FI3TCVfIpo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?a=v__1I4SwdVI:EDEbTVYUKhY:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~4/v__1I4SwdVI" height="1" width="1"/>http://ihavemyblogat.blogspot.com/2011/02/great-nugget-debate-hungry-jack-vs.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602999025785823376.post-3899403131305961550Mon, 31 Jan 2011 11:11:00 +00002011-01-31T22:11:15.791+11:00The mister and I finally got to fire up his little torch to make a nice crunchy topping for the crème brûlée we made the other day.  The custard itself is a little lumpy and slightly liquid, still — not sure whether this is because they're just a touch overcooked, or whether we ought to have strained the mix before pouring into our ramekins, or even if we added the cream to the eggs too quickly http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~3/4uDIbfpMHtY/regarding-creme-brulee.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nachturnal)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0Z8nI5n23rWrnPPvt1orLiDllfc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0Z8nI5n23rWrnPPvt1orLiDllfc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0Z8nI5n23rWrnPPvt1orLiDllfc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0Z8nI5n23rWrnPPvt1orLiDllfc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?a=4uDIbfpMHtY:lxhixY_yeIY:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~4/4uDIbfpMHtY" height="1" width="1"/>http://ihavemyblogat.blogspot.com/2011/01/regarding-creme-brulee.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602999025785823376.post-4959707401754864516Sat, 29 Jan 2011 11:56:00 +00002011-01-29T22:56:24.853+11:00Check this out: Vanilla-coconut panna cotta, with pomegranate jelly.  Recipe here.  There isn't a very large layer of jelly; I spilt a lot of it, you can see some at the bottom of the martini glass.  There's also a lot of vanilla bean seeds in the panna cotta.  It's dreamy.  :) Posted via email from some cookies http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~3/isMGvK6TpLQ/i-can-has-cooking-skillz.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nachturnal)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eu232eXz3Syq7_oKBCECuAwNb5A/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eu232eXz3Syq7_oKBCECuAwNb5A/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eu232eXz3Syq7_oKBCECuAwNb5A/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eu232eXz3Syq7_oKBCECuAwNb5A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?a=isMGvK6TpLQ:pCdncZ6EVvU:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~4/isMGvK6TpLQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://ihavemyblogat.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-can-has-cooking-skillz.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602999025785823376.post-2531497793606639830Fri, 28 Jan 2011 13:17:00 +00002011-01-29T00:17:15.200+11:00I feel as if it shouldn't be an option for me to be close to people any more. Well.  At least, it should be easier to dissociate from them.  Relationships end, whether by death or design, and some part of me always ends with it.  I can no longer do things I once did in common with men I once considered potential life partners, or friends I once considered family.  I can no longer listen to a http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~3/hLqZiUuf4ZI/untitled.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nachturnal)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qDUH0R-6qvB6Lu78BIk14VRwSsw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qDUH0R-6qvB6Lu78BIk14VRwSsw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qDUH0R-6qvB6Lu78BIk14VRwSsw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qDUH0R-6qvB6Lu78BIk14VRwSsw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?a=hLqZiUuf4ZI:QGQzBa-SKnw:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~4/hLqZiUuf4ZI" height="1" width="1"/>http://ihavemyblogat.blogspot.com/2011/01/untitled.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602999025785823376.post-1512333184971558043Wed, 26 Jan 2011 13:26:00 +00002011-01-27T00:26:45.552+11:00The Sword in the Stone made an appearance too. Damn, but I can't wait for season 4. Also: perhaps it's just because I'm used to Potterverse, where defensive spells are taught from year 2 (badly, albeit), or Dresdenverse, where you're pummelled with stones/baseballs/snowballs (depending on how kind your mentor is) until you learn to put up a decent shield, but isn't it a gross oversight for the http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~3/vrJFBxZTS_s/ahmagawd.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nachturnal)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wJJEJWxBSRAGP-2-rb96lPd5bpQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wJJEJWxBSRAGP-2-rb96lPd5bpQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wJJEJWxBSRAGP-2-rb96lPd5bpQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wJJEJWxBSRAGP-2-rb96lPd5bpQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?a=vrJFBxZTS_s:TW6rSl_1eSA:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~4/vrJFBxZTS_s" height="1" width="1"/>http://ihavemyblogat.blogspot.com/2011/01/ahmagawd.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602999025785823376.post-7767407650721620321Wed, 26 Jan 2011 13:04:00 +00002011-01-27T00:04:32.925+11:00So I'm totally watching the latest episode of Merlin (S03E13), and it just clicked... Freya first appears in the episode Lady of the Lake, her character bio gives her as having come from a lake-side home, [spoiler] her image reappears in the Water of Avalon [/spoiler], and her name means "Lady" in Norse. Way to beat the ol' "conflate Nimueh and Vivian" trick, producers!  This almost, almost http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~3/JMdat8YdClQ/i-see-what-you-did-there.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nachturnal)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DwXBOgKR3U5iJkzLeEtSdR2Q7tU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DwXBOgKR3U5iJkzLeEtSdR2Q7tU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DwXBOgKR3U5iJkzLeEtSdR2Q7tU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DwXBOgKR3U5iJkzLeEtSdR2Q7tU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?a=JMdat8YdClQ:eZh9udO5glI:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~4/JMdat8YdClQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://ihavemyblogat.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-see-what-you-did-there.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602999025785823376.post-7947874274167846874Wed, 26 Jan 2011 06:41:00 +00002011-01-26T17:41:16.969+11:00I need an excuse to make owl cookies (because let's face it, I'm lazy and I need an excuse to do anything).  And since this is the Last Year of the Potter Movies, I feel like this would be a good opportunity to get all the Potter-themed food out of my system.  This means pumpkin pasties, cauldron cakes (chocolate Hostess cupcakes with mint filling), owl cookies, ghost jellies, and all manner of http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~3/CVjsftWdsZs/support-harry-potter-party.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nachturnal)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MMe8P3_0RXMbulJuu-oP3-gw1CQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MMe8P3_0RXMbulJuu-oP3-gw1CQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a 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getting two tickets next to each other, and I think were damn lucky to have gotten tickets at all.  Anyway, $67.10 (each) got me seat DD 49, and him seat http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~3/GfzMJLFEJvU/bye-bye-concert-virginity.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nachturnal)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A9rn7skRZLkiaxm8mpvvq7BC-Wo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A9rn7skRZLkiaxm8mpvvq7BC-Wo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A9rn7skRZLkiaxm8mpvvq7BC-Wo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A9rn7skRZLkiaxm8mpvvq7BC-Wo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?a=GfzMJLFEJvU:oY4e2P5Vgg8:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img 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beach at like 10PM and it was rawrsome. So, name my chipmunk? 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This year, I am thankful for: great friends and family who (for the most part) put up with my crap and still love and support me anyway, knowing I'm a temperamental little bitch 99% of the time and whiny (winey?) the other 1%; also, willling to lug themselves and food to the city to stop me from http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~3/BsGTlIEbdsc/what-i-am-thankful-for.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nachturnal)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7Y5DiZa3af_s36HdmQQrVmit8Og/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7Y5DiZa3af_s36HdmQQrVmit8Og/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7Y5DiZa3af_s36HdmQQrVmit8Og/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7Y5DiZa3af_s36HdmQQrVmit8Og/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?a=BsGTlIEbdsc:bW3BCwM4Vec:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~4/BsGTlIEbdsc" height="1" width="1"/>http://ihavemyblogat.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-i-am-thankful-for.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602999025785823376.post-7311014778069709866Wed, 24 Nov 2010 11:29:00 +00002010-11-24T22:29:39.012+11:00Actually, to be more precise, I seem to have lost the ability to, you know, STOP SPENDING MONEY.  Money I don't have.  Money I can't make, because for some reason I'm so unemployable that even my employer refuses to give me more hours. The irony of this is that stress makes me shop.  Shopping = dopamines = temporary high.  However, shopping with a low income and high expenditures (think: http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~3/XANQRhI3QUA/i-officially-lost-my-shit.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nachturnal)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CPaD_POKzdrf_owfDQCHfjBm83Q/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CPaD_POKzdrf_owfDQCHfjBm83Q/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CPaD_POKzdrf_owfDQCHfjBm83Q/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CPaD_POKzdrf_owfDQCHfjBm83Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?a=XANQRhI3QUA:135aPZvqJzo:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~4/XANQRhI3QUA" height="1" width="1"/>http://ihavemyblogat.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-officially-lost-my-shit.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602999025785823376.post-6318813111376860645Sun, 31 Oct 2010 05:43:00 +00002010-10-31T16:43:53.788+11:00for me to violate more copyrights and post more music! In other news, I'm thinking of splitting next year's Singles Awareness Day playlist into four sections: lovers (sappy), loners (for single people to party to), leavers ("fuck you, I've had enough of your shit" type songs), and left ("you're gone but I still love you" type stuff). Love/hate the idea?  Lambast away.  I'm only http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~3/C2m9A6NNY2Y/it-time.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nachturnal)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iYPQ0bKWurVn6hYg4aT96_eHoBs/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iYPQ0bKWurVn6hYg4aT96_eHoBs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iYPQ0bKWurVn6hYg4aT96_eHoBs/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iYPQ0bKWurVn6hYg4aT96_eHoBs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?a=C2m9A6NNY2Y:EyJh99jXVgU:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~4/C2m9A6NNY2Y" height="1" width="1"/>http://ihavemyblogat.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-time.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602999025785823376.post-6567466789156045682Fri, 29 Oct 2010 13:30:00 +00002010-10-30T00:30:35.354+11:00I am the first person, ever (so says the bartender, who was totally hot) to have Glenmorangie from Wah-Wah. Bow down to my radness.  Or not, be square, whatever. Right after this (I was getting wasted for a legit, socially acceptable reason, I swear!), I asked the bartender to surprise me.  She gave me something with Chambord (raspberry liqueur), Soho (lychee liqueur), cranberry juice, soda (?)http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~3/pDa4IVWyppQ/i-am-officially-coolest-person-you-know.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nachturnal)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NZ1Ijafe-bYtnJzFC_4lg7C6FrA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NZ1Ijafe-bYtnJzFC_4lg7C6FrA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NZ1Ijafe-bYtnJzFC_4lg7C6FrA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NZ1Ijafe-bYtnJzFC_4lg7C6FrA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?a=pDa4IVWyppQ:M0WGmSAsRzI:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~4/pDa4IVWyppQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://ihavemyblogat.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-officially-coolest-person-you-know.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602999025785823376.post-3027962825673821283Sat, 23 Oct 2010 11:19:00 +00002010-10-23T22:19:08.584+11:00 Cute kids are cute. Also, correct me if I'm wrong, but was this taken at Fed Square?! Posted via email from some cookies http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~3/Qb_O58QU2bM/holy-crap-holy-crap-holy-crap.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nachturnal)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ti-TTng2q6hm_8xpK-UUUynYW9s/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ti-TTng2q6hm_8xpK-UUUynYW9s/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ti-TTng2q6hm_8xpK-UUUynYW9s/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ti-TTng2q6hm_8xpK-UUUynYW9s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?a=Qb_O58QU2bM:1f0-9oe1ZWo:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~4/Qb_O58QU2bM" height="1" width="1"/>http://ihavemyblogat.blogspot.com/2010/10/holy-crap-holy-crap-holy-crap.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602999025785823376.post-5395551607830168968Tue, 12 Oct 2010 09:12:00 +00002010-10-12T20:12:54.590+11:00I got offered a second job today.  It'll be 24 hours a week, Sat-Mon (9-5 every day), for $12 per hour.  I'll be basically making coffee and tending to a little cafe. Now, several considerations here (I put a + next to pros, and - next to cons)+ $12ph x 24hrs = $288 per week, which puts me pretty much at financial independence.+ I'll be able to get another job at a cafe after this, since this http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~3/_9BuSqZhJGk/what-should-i-do.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nachturnal)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kjy_j8EhNEASJM5dq82NYm_Kjdo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kjy_j8EhNEASJM5dq82NYm_Kjdo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kjy_j8EhNEASJM5dq82NYm_Kjdo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kjy_j8EhNEASJM5dq82NYm_Kjdo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?a=_9BuSqZhJGk:dMm3uHoSAic:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~4/_9BuSqZhJGk" height="1" width="1"/>http://ihavemyblogat.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-should-i-do.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602999025785823376.post-1744928944802321959Sun, 10 Oct 2010 12:08:00 +00002010-10-10T23:08:33.666+11:00Try this: in a shotglass, layer with Bailey's, milk, and Cointreau (about 1:1:1), in that order.  The milk and Cointreau will be swirly for a while (watch it, it's rad), and when you shot it, it'll be like candy. And to think, it all started when mister poured milk into my Bailey's and I noticed it was layering. Posted via email from some cookies http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~3/Z5qGNyLXXZ8/next-time-you-want-to-get-drunk.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nachturnal)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XU4wczG1D5Slhtu5T8iOgftayGw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XU4wczG1D5Slhtu5T8iOgftayGw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XU4wczG1D5Slhtu5T8iOgftayGw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XU4wczG1D5Slhtu5T8iOgftayGw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?a=Z5qGNyLXXZ8:vJHBmyzj92E:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~4/Z5qGNyLXXZ8" height="1" width="1"/>http://ihavemyblogat.blogspot.com/2010/10/next-time-you-want-to-get-drunk.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602999025785823376.post-3722664167858768241Fri, 01 Oct 2010 09:46:00 +00002010-10-01T19:46:04.459+10:00Observe: This is my owl bag.  There are many others like it, but this one is mine.  ♥ I call it nauseatingly adorable, mister reckons it suits me well. These are the owl beers peering at us inquisitively from the top of the boozecase.  Note the bottle of 2010 Innocent Bystander moscato next to it — one of six I got for my birthday from mister. These were at Diva.  I didn't buy any; http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~3/59GeAqzjrTE/owls-they-everywhere.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (nachturnal)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AoDTiAORk_XRTdp2q33sQ_-gIoo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AoDTiAORk_XRTdp2q33sQ_-gIoo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AoDTiAORk_XRTdp2q33sQ_-gIoo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AoDTiAORk_XRTdp2q33sQ_-gIoo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?a=59GeAqzjrTE:wJJCw7yWCa0:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IHaveMyBlogAtBlogspotDotCom/~4/59GeAqzjrTE" height="1" width="1"/>http://ihavemyblogat.blogspot.com/2010/10/owls-they-everywhere.html