<?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-21970995</id><updated>2018-08-28T13:37:34.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>StSaling Rules</title><subtitle type='html'>I just hate a lot of things is all.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>StSaling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056664678454898597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/7/6565398_11e3fbc587_t.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>356</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21970995.post-2262419303144022952</id><published>2008-11-16T14:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T15:34:27.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this out</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m coming out of hiding to tell you about how I kicked my hangover in the teeth this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;11:00 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 piece of burnt toast&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of coffee with Kahlua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;12:00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of chicken broth*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;1:00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 bowl of macaroni and tomato juice with SO MUCH salt and pepper (seriously, shut up about this until you try it, it&#39;s a family favorite)&lt;br /&gt;1 glass of 7-UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like singing a spiritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Marc had some chicken broth, too. He&#39;s feeling much better. Seriously, try the broth cure.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/feeds/2262419303144022952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21970995&amp;postID=2262419303144022952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/2262419303144022952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/2262419303144022952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/2008/11/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out'/><author><name>StSaling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056664678454898597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/7/6565398_11e3fbc587_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21970995.post-4020691286877510055</id><published>2008-07-31T08:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:47:00.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My mom is tired of this shit</title><content type='html'>Re: that crabass old guy at the Tim Hortons my mom frequents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I don&#39;t want to have to slap that old man into his grave.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/feeds/4020691286877510055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21970995&amp;postID=4020691286877510055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/4020691286877510055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/4020691286877510055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-mom-is-tired-of-this-shit.html' title='My mom is tired of this shit'/><author><name>StSaling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056664678454898597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/7/6565398_11e3fbc587_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21970995.post-7592250384519867910</id><published>2008-07-15T13:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T13:42:20.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasant</title><content type='html'>&quot;Doctor&#39;s office, this is Kathy.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hi, Kathy. I wondered if you help me track down my immunization records.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well...okay, but...YOU&#39;RE GONNA HAVE TO WAIT A MINUTE BECAUSE I&#39;M IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING ELSE.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free advice: then don&#39;t pick up the f&#39;ing phone, dick.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/feeds/7592250384519867910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21970995&amp;postID=7592250384519867910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/7592250384519867910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/7592250384519867910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/2008/07/pleasant.html' title='Pleasant'/><author><name>StSaling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056664678454898597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/7/6565398_11e3fbc587_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21970995.post-5408200463130426905</id><published>2008-06-27T16:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:10:18.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rasheed Wallace has Komodo dragons?!?!??!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>You might call this a breakdown in text communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc: shedd has komodos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What? WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc: that&#39;s what mike told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: i think there was a spelling error. did you say RASHEED WALLACE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc: mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: YOU&#39;RE NOT MAKING ANY SENSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc: shedd aquarium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/feeds/5408200463130426905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21970995&amp;postID=5408200463130426905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/5408200463130426905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/5408200463130426905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/2008/06/rasheed-wallace-has-komodo-dragons.html' title='Rasheed Wallace has Komodo dragons?!?!??!?!?!?!'/><author><name>StSaling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056664678454898597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/7/6565398_11e3fbc587_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21970995.post-1544825531660037438</id><published>2008-06-20T12:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:17:35.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>F those Komodo dragons, seriously.</title><content type='html'>I hate Komodo dragons and I want you to hate them, too. Here are some facts that will probably make you lose control of your bowels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-they can grow to 6.5-10 feet and 150 pounds&lt;br /&gt;-they can live as long as 50 years&lt;br /&gt;-they are carnivores and will pretty much eat whatever they can get, but usually monkeys, wild boars, goats, deer, horses, and water buffalo&lt;br /&gt;-they can see as far away as 985 feet&lt;br /&gt;-they can smell prey 2.5-6 miles away&lt;br /&gt;-these little bastards will routinely attack their prey, then go sun themselves for a while, then go back and finish the job&lt;br /&gt;-they can eat up to 80% of their body weight in one sitting and survive on as little as 12 meals in one year&lt;br /&gt;-they will dig up and eat human bodies from shallow graves&lt;br /&gt;-their saliva is lethal because of all the sick shit they eat -- so even if, say, a deer gets away, it&#39;s still LIGHTS OUT in no time&lt;br /&gt;-they are capable of parthenogenesis oh my god&lt;br /&gt;-they can fly and read our minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so bad, though, right? &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2008/jun/12/indonesia&quot;&gt;WRONG.&lt;/a&gt; Story preview: those little shits bring a world of terror to the privates of one very unlucky water buffalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is this: Komodo dragons are going to kill us all very soon. This is why I&#39;m the founder of &quot;People for the Extinction of Komodo Dragons&quot; because you know what? I am not going to sit around while these things tear off testicles. I have to draw the line somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So the best part of this story is that I started a &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=16457948629&quot;&gt;Facebook group&lt;/a&gt; for this and a bunch of high school kids from South Carolina joined. I love those kids. No way would I let a Komodo dragon go down their throats and eat them from the inside.)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/feeds/1544825531660037438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21970995&amp;postID=1544825531660037438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/1544825531660037438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/1544825531660037438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/2008/06/f-those-komodo-dragons-seriously.html' title='F those Komodo dragons, seriously.'/><author><name>StSaling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056664678454898597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/7/6565398_11e3fbc587_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21970995.post-7736696408506093306</id><published>2008-06-17T21:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:13:25.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>StSaling just got paid.</title><content type='html'>My company is a Microsoft partner and I&#39;ve received several lame-ass gifts in the past from them: clock/pen holder, pens, wireless mouse (FINE, that one was okay), t-shirts, bags. But they peaked today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SuFzE-D6DgU/SFgCRU_ANaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/xBLlmsRpRoA/s1600-h/ms.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212919065395344802&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SuFzE-D6DgU/SFgCRU_ANaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/xBLlmsRpRoA/s400/ms.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s a real $20 bill. Hey, Microsoft, keep it coming, I have bills to pay. Actually, I&#39;m kind of nervous to spend it. Maybe it isn&#39;t real. Maybe I&#39;ll get arrested when I use it to buy a burrito later tonight.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/feeds/7736696408506093306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21970995&amp;postID=7736696408506093306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/7736696408506093306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/7736696408506093306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/2008/06/stsaling-just-got-paid.html' title='StSaling just got paid.'/><author><name>StSaling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056664678454898597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/7/6565398_11e3fbc587_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SuFzE-D6DgU/SFgCRU_ANaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/xBLlmsRpRoA/s72-c/ms.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21970995.post-6781979748525236252</id><published>2008-06-06T23:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:42:59.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you handle this?</title><content type='html'>Look, I know you don&#39;t care, but can&#39;t you just let me tell you this right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the medium level of Guitar Hero 3, I&#39;ve gotten 100% on the following songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow Ride&lt;br /&gt;Talk Dirty to Me&lt;br /&gt;Hit Me with Your Best Shot&lt;br /&gt;Mississippi Queen&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine of Your Love&lt;br /&gt;Bulls on Parade&lt;br /&gt;When You Were Young&lt;br /&gt;Miss Murder&lt;br /&gt;Kool Thing&lt;br /&gt;Even Flow&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Jungle&lt;br /&gt;3&#39;s and 7&#39;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I know this means I should move up a level, but f off. Can&#39;t you give me this ONE THING?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/feeds/6781979748525236252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21970995&amp;postID=6781979748525236252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/6781979748525236252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/6781979748525236252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-you-handle-this.html' title='Can you handle this?'/><author><name>StSaling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056664678454898597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/7/6565398_11e3fbc587_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21970995.post-4903847909926412427</id><published>2008-05-08T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T18:53:00.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here&#39;s a story</title><content type='html'>Did I ever tell you about the girl who told me she was going on &quot;Depo-Primavera&quot;? Well, there it is.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/feeds/4903847909926412427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21970995&amp;postID=4903847909926412427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/4903847909926412427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/4903847909926412427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/2008/05/heres-story.html' title='Here&#39;s a story'/><author><name>StSaling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056664678454898597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/7/6565398_11e3fbc587_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21970995.post-4753492956346572215</id><published>2008-04-08T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T16:25:21.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want to really upset me?</title><content type='html'>Okay, go like this: send me a document to proofread. Then later, send me the document again for a &quot;final review&quot; but make sure it doesn&#39;t include any of my original edits. It will be as though I never touched the document. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of this is I can&#39;t just send you the document with MY original changes because other people may have edited and I can&#39;t just overwrite them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. That&#39;s fun.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/feeds/4753492956346572215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21970995&amp;postID=4753492956346572215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/4753492956346572215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/4753492956346572215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-you-want-to-really-upset-me.html' title='Do you want to really upset me?'/><author><name>StSaling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056664678454898597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/7/6565398_11e3fbc587_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21970995.post-2588965961531278772</id><published>2008-04-01T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:27:21.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my god</title><content type='html'>if someone else tells me they don&#39;t have the bandwidth for something i am going to cut my lungs out</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/feeds/2588965961531278772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21970995&amp;postID=2588965961531278772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/2588965961531278772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/2588965961531278772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-my-god.html' title='oh my god'/><author><name>StSaling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056664678454898597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/7/6565398_11e3fbc587_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21970995.post-4595176370590373500</id><published>2008-03-25T17:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T17:30:14.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aw, Sparty.</title><content type='html'>Let me show you the only good thing about Michigan State:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.msu.edu/error&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and look at how cute Sparty is. Refresh the page a few times and look at all of his poses. That little confused Sparty (is there any other kind, though, let&#39;s be honest) shows up on every error page on msu.edu. And I love him.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/feeds/4595176370590373500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21970995&amp;postID=4595176370590373500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/4595176370590373500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/4595176370590373500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/2008/03/aw-sparty.html' title='Aw, Sparty.'/><author><name>StSaling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056664678454898597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/7/6565398_11e3fbc587_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21970995.post-2358673819379859562</id><published>2008-03-20T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T10:42:21.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you maybe interested in knowing what death tastes like?</title><content type='html'>If you&#39;re ever entertaining the thought of trying a recipe out of Cosmopolitan, DO NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why I thought this would be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roasted chicken with this sauce:&lt;br /&gt;chopped white onion&lt;br /&gt;chopped green olives&lt;br /&gt;dijon mustard&lt;br /&gt;lime juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was a joke recipe. Like, &quot;Hey, guys, let&#39;s put this shit in here and see if any idiot tries it. Because who tries recipes out of COSMOPOLITAN MAGAZINE.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/feeds/2358673819379859562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21970995&amp;postID=2358673819379859562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/2358673819379859562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/2358673819379859562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/2008/03/are-you-maybe-interested-in-knowing.html' title='Are you maybe interested in knowing what death tastes like?'/><author><name>StSaling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056664678454898597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/7/6565398_11e3fbc587_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21970995.post-583743927710742368</id><published>2008-03-19T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:08:28.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I&#39;m on board now.</title><content type='html'>You know the whole &quot;I work hard so I play hard&quot; thing? Well, whenever I think of the douchebag who says that kind of thing, I think of someone really into extreme sports. And that&#39;s it. Like the only way to play hard is to snowboard or wrestle a leopard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s my thing -- can &quot;play hard&quot; mean drink a lot of beer and play Guitar Hero? Because I play *really* hard sometimes.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/feeds/583743927710742368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21970995&amp;postID=583743927710742368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/583743927710742368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/583743927710742368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/2008/03/maybe-im-on-board-now.html' title='Maybe I&#39;m on board now.'/><author><name>StSaling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056664678454898597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/7/6565398_11e3fbc587_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21970995.post-1109625488842219886</id><published>2008-03-14T23:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:30:17.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom, I know this is asking a lot of you, but stop texting.</title><content type='html'>My mom has been having some text messaging issues, which I&#39;m sure is killing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: are your appointments scheduled for today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: wyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: why? just wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: nalh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got a call from her, explaining that she&#39;s still having problems and needs to call AT&amp;T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another text:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrrre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just wonder why she keeps trying. It&#39;s like talking to a bullfrog.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/feeds/1109625488842219886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21970995&amp;postID=1109625488842219886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/1109625488842219886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/1109625488842219886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/2008/03/mom-i-know-this-is-asking-lot-of-you.html' title='Mom, I know this is asking a lot of you, but stop texting.'/><author><name>StSaling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056664678454898597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/7/6565398_11e3fbc587_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21970995.post-4332925375129485042</id><published>2008-03-12T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T08:15:26.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun things</title><content type='html'>I think it&#39;s fun to change my name to &quot;Kwame Kilpatrick&quot; in my mom&#39;s phone and then send her bad text messages. And have her get a little scared.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/feeds/4332925375129485042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21970995&amp;postID=4332925375129485042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/4332925375129485042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/4332925375129485042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/2008/03/fun-things.html' title='Fun things'/><author><name>StSaling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056664678454898597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/7/6565398_11e3fbc587_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21970995.post-4116776527304512670</id><published>2008-02-28T16:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T16:43:41.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Facebook: what gives?</title><content type='html'>I don&#39;t understand why Facebook has to flash these ads in all my Scrabulous games against Marc:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3237/2299087936_c24794b626_o.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I never see that stupid ring in my games against anyone else. OKAY I GET IT, FACEBOOK. In your infinite creepiness, you have learned that I am almost 28 and only &quot;in a relationship.&quot; Not engaged, not married. So not only do you throw what SEEMS TO BE AN ENGAGEMENT RING in my face, upon closer inspection, I realize you are peddling a PROMISE RING to me. Like, &quot;Hey, there. Sorry to see that you aren&#39;t engaged or married. Have you considered a promise ring? Eh?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It probably doesn&#39;t help that Marc&#39;s board looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3275/2298310941_dacc2b7a46_o.jpg&quot;&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/feeds/4116776527304512670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21970995&amp;postID=4116776527304512670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/4116776527304512670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/4116776527304512670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/2008/02/dear-facebook-what-gives.html' title='Dear Facebook: what gives?'/><author><name>StSaling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056664678454898597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/7/6565398_11e3fbc587_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21970995.post-9076458655628341942</id><published>2008-02-14T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:13:25.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, it&#39;s Stacey Chigurh with her pumpkin pie haircut.</title><content type='html'>Thought you might like to know that my hair looks like this right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuFzE-D6DgU/R7RtZTi35-I/AAAAAAAAAYs/dVbGf0aJ10E/s1600-h/myhair.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166874954011502562&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuFzE-D6DgU/R7RtZTi35-I/AAAAAAAAAYs/dVbGf0aJ10E/s320/myhair.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/feeds/9076458655628341942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21970995&amp;postID=9076458655628341942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/9076458655628341942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/9076458655628341942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-its-stacey-chigurh-with-her-pumpkin.html' title='Hey, it&#39;s Stacey Chigurh with her pumpkin pie haircut.'/><author><name>StSaling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056664678454898597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/7/6565398_11e3fbc587_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SuFzE-D6DgU/R7RtZTi35-I/AAAAAAAAAYs/dVbGf0aJ10E/s72-c/myhair.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21970995.post-1193421324474534331</id><published>2008-02-08T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T11:49:56.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will only communicate via Facebook from now on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://comeonturnupthesun.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Jonathan&#39;s&lt;/a&gt; apartment building had a &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.freep.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080207/NEWS01/802070452/1003&quot;&gt;major fire&lt;/a&gt; on Wednesday morning. By &quot;major&quot; I mean he has to find a new place to live, he hasn&#39;t been able to get back into his apartment to assess the damage, etc, etc. He&#39;s fine, but he has some work ahead of him with insurance claims and recovering whatever items he can. I&#39;m gonna get this out of the way now: sorry, Jon, this really sucks and you know my family and I will help in whatever way we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say that I think it&#39;s really weird to offer condolences and support on someone’s Facebook wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that maybe if you&#39;re kind of an acquaintance, it might be okay to post something. But, really, how about a personal message, at least? It’s just kind of bizarre to me. I guess it’s easier to make a quick post, but come ON, he was temporarily HOMELESS and potentially without any possessions. Don’t you have ONE MINUTE to send an email?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, that’s not to say that I would be unappreciative of the comments. I’m sure he’s very thankful for all the well wishes. But FACEBOOK?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/feeds/1193421324474534331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21970995&amp;postID=1193421324474534331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/1193421324474534331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/1193421324474534331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/2008/02/will-only-communicate-via-facebook-from.html' title='Will only communicate via Facebook from now on'/><author><name>StSaling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056664678454898597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/7/6565398_11e3fbc587_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21970995.post-1727352746998725674</id><published>2008-02-07T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T15:16:11.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I the only one who remembers this TERRIBLE VIDEO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height=&quot;336&quot; width=&quot;420&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x2338w&amp;amp;v3=1&amp;amp;related=0&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowScriptAccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x2338w&amp;v3=1&amp;related=0&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; width=&quot;420&quot; height=&quot;336&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2338w_phil-collins-something-happened-on_music&quot;&gt;Phil Collins - Something Happened On The Way To Heaven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.dailymotion.com/jpdc11&quot;&gt;jpdc11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, WHAT IS UP WITH THE DOG?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/feeds/1727352746998725674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21970995&amp;postID=1727352746998725674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/1727352746998725674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/1727352746998725674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/2008/02/am-i-only-one-who-remembers-this.html' title='Am I the only one who remembers this TERRIBLE VIDEO?'/><author><name>StSaling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056664678454898597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/7/6565398_11e3fbc587_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21970995.post-403775211817947785</id><published>2008-01-31T23:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:53:34.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong with me?</title><content type='html'>Hi, guess how much I don&#39;t like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.kraftfoods.com/images/ocpimages/44000/00367cl.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess how many times I&#39;ve bought them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess how mad I am right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rage blinds me</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/feeds/403775211817947785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21970995&amp;postID=403775211817947785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/403775211817947785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/403775211817947785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='What is wrong with me?'/><author><name>StSaling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056664678454898597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/7/6565398_11e3fbc587_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21970995.post-6731711265665571060</id><published>2008-01-30T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T11:30:44.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear boyfriends, past and current: I win. I always win.</title><content type='html'>Britney Spears: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.wwtdd.com/post.phtml?pk=3452&quot;&gt;crazy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.wwtdd.com/post.phtml?pk=3400&quot;&gt;gross&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey: &lt;a href=&quot;http://thesuperficial.com/2007/01/mariah_carey_is_out_of_her_min.html&quot;&gt;crazy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thesuperficial.com/archives/2005/07/05/mariah_carey_dr.html&quot;&gt;kind of weird&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarlett Johansson: &lt;a href=&quot;http://thesuperficial.com/2007/07/scarlett_johansson_has_looked.php&quot;&gt;gross for a while&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.wwtdd.com/post.phtml?pk=3223&quot;&gt;probably a liar&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.wwtdd.com/post.phtml?pk=3410&quot;&gt;haha dude&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.wwtdd.com/photo.phtml?post_key=3455&amp;photo_key=5797&quot;&gt;still not so great as far as I&#39;m concerned&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Alba: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.wwtdd.com/post.phtml?pk=3265&quot;&gt;eat&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.wwtdd.com/post.phtml?pk=3312&quot;&gt;it&lt;/a&gt; (it&#39;s unfortunate that I have nothing else, but I&#39;ll work with it)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/feeds/6731711265665571060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21970995&amp;postID=6731711265665571060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/6731711265665571060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/6731711265665571060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/2008/01/dear-boyfriends-past-and-current-i-win.html' title='Dear boyfriends, past and current: I win. I always win.'/><author><name>StSaling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056664678454898597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/7/6565398_11e3fbc587_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21970995.post-222797310335531604</id><published>2008-01-23T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:56:18.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NO MORE EMAILS PLEASE THANK YOU</title><content type='html'>I tried to unsubscribe from some radio station&#39;s email list today. I clicked the link at the bottom of the message, which took me to a website that said: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been sent an e-mail confirming you wish to unsubscribe from this newsletter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must READ your e-mail and click the confirmation link in order to be removed from this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Excuse me? How about you just unsubscribe me instead of sending me ANOTHER email and then ordering me to READ it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get the next email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Subscriber;&lt;br /&gt;You are receiving this email because you or someone pretending to be you has requested that your email address be unsubscribed from one of our e-mail newsletter lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you APPROVE this action and would like to be unsubscribed from this newsletter, you simply need to CLICK HERE or copy and paste the following link into your web browser:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you DO NOT wish to be unsubscribed, or you feel you have received this email in error you may simply ignore and delete this email. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Seriously, why the urgency? It&#39;s not like I&#39;m trying to cancel my checking account or health insurance and they want to MAKE SURE I UNDERSTAND THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS. I just don&#39;t want emails from your terrible radio station anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I clicked the link and received ANOTHER email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Subscriber;&lt;br /&gt;You have now been unsubscribed from the following requested newsletter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Well, it&#39;s about fucking time. Your ONE initial email irritated me enough to unsubscribe, so you send me TWO more to complete the process. I just can&#39;t get into this right now. I&#39;m done. Oh, wait, I&#39;m not. Next email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Subscriber;&lt;br /&gt;You are receiving this email because you or someone pretending to be you has requested that your email address be unsubscribed from one of our e-mail newsletter lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you APPROVE this action and would like to be unsubscribed from this newsletter, you simply need to CLICK HERE or copy and paste the following link into your web browser:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you DO NOT wish to be unsubscribed, or you feel you have received this email in error you may simply ignore and delete this email. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I KIND OF WANT to click the link just so I can get even more enraged about this, but I&#39;ll refrain. I&#39;m going to trust that I&#39;ve been removed. But I&#39;ll have gmail eagle eyes for a while in case I get another message from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good news is that I got a totally unexpected $437 rebate check from my Liberty lease transaction and you know what I&#39;m going to do? I don&#39;t know, actually. Maybe this is a sign that I really should have the iPhone my parents promised me and never delivered on Christmas. I need something fun, this money is burning a hole in my pocket.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/feeds/222797310335531604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21970995&amp;postID=222797310335531604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/222797310335531604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/222797310335531604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-more-emails-please-thank-you.html' title='NO MORE EMAILS PLEASE THANK YOU'/><author><name>StSaling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056664678454898597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/7/6565398_11e3fbc587_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21970995.post-1808872382572059001</id><published>2008-01-22T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T09:19:35.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trade show fun</title><content type='html'>All I&#39;ve ever really wanted to do is order a martini bar for one of our trade shows. Also, I thought you&#39;d all be interested in knowing that rental cost for a tiny, plastic wastebasket is $28.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/feeds/1808872382572059001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21970995&amp;postID=1808872382572059001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/1808872382572059001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/1808872382572059001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/2008/01/trade-show-fun.html' title='Trade show fun'/><author><name>StSaling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056664678454898597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/7/6565398_11e3fbc587_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21970995.post-3355446224791957583</id><published>2008-01-21T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T15:59:16.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I will celebrate MLK day by listening to Boz Scaggs who I always *thought* was black. Does that count?</title><content type='html'>I don&#39;t understand how I can simultaneously love and loathe Boz Scaggs like I do. Because, look, I always thought he was black. When I found out he was a white dude, I felt betrayed and bewildered. Like someone yanked the rug out from under me. And so I wanted nothing to do with him anymore. But, dammit, he&#39;s like the SNEAKIEST SIREN OF MY LIFE with that voice and that sultry sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;355&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/afBdFyE7PeE&amp;amp;rel=1&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/afBdFyE7PeE&amp;rel=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;355&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&#39;t confirm or deny this, but maybe I watched his special yesterday for two hours.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/feeds/3355446224791957583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21970995&amp;postID=3355446224791957583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/3355446224791957583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/3355446224791957583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-will-celebrate-mlk-day-by-listening.html' title='I will celebrate MLK day by listening to Boz Scaggs who I always *thought* was black. Does that count?'/><author><name>StSaling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056664678454898597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/7/6565398_11e3fbc587_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21970995.post-6336570515034188998</id><published>2008-01-21T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T10:29:52.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgivable and unacceptable</title><content type='html'>Why is it that despite being the only car at Tim &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Hortons&lt;/span&gt; (everyone else is at home &quot;celebrating&quot; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;MLK&lt;/span&gt; day) you people manage to GET MY ORDER WRONG AND PUT FUCKING SUGAR IN MY COFFEE? You were waiting on NO ONE ELSE. Just me. And then, cashier lady, you&#39;re literally throwing my change and my coffee at me like, &quot;OH, WE HAVE TO HURRY, THERE&#39;S A HUGE LINE WAITING FOR US TO FUCK UP THEIR ORDERS.&quot; What&#39;s the rush? Quit throwing my shit at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m a reasonable woman, Tim &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;Hortons&lt;/span&gt;. A simple woman. I don&#39;t get upset about much. But when I take a big drink of sweet coffee that conjures up mental images of &quot;the milk from a goat warm with infection&quot; (thanks, Mom), I desire one thing: bloodshed.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/feeds/6336570515034188998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21970995&amp;postID=6336570515034188998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/6336570515034188998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21970995/posts/default/6336570515034188998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stsaling.blogspot.com/2008/01/unforgivable-and-unacceptable.html' title='Unforgivable and unacceptable'/><author><name>StSaling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08056664678454898597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/7/6565398_11e3fbc587_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>