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src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658880738836362962.post-5615250231049439990</id><published>2009-08-20T19:39:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T19:39:43.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When life gives lemons&lt;br&gt;Sell lemonade to others.&lt;br&gt;Misery loves friends.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayellensms.blogspot.com/feeds/5615250231049439990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4658880738836362962/5615250231049439990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658880738836362962/posts/default/5615250231049439990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658880738836362962.post-5938026622425342648</id><published>2009-08-13T18:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:09:28.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I normally only give people on the street change if they earn it by, say, holding the door or giving directions. But today? I need the karma.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayellensms.blogspot.com/feeds/5938026622425342648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4658880738836362962/5938026622425342648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658880738836362962/posts/default/5938026622425342648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658880738836362962/posts/default/5938026622425342648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayellensms.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-normally-only-give-people-on-street.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15092652097310419655</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-4658880738836362962.post-9167616430153419447</id><published>2009-08-12T18:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:36:21.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bad a/c on the q; lots of condensation. Really wet seat. A kid dries it off and sits on his mothers lap. It starts dripping, she pulls out umbrella. All smile</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayellensms.blogspot.com/feeds/9167616430153419447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4658880738836362962/9167616430153419447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658880738836362962/posts/default/9167616430153419447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658880738836362962/posts/default/9167616430153419447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayellensms.blogspot.com/2009/08/bad-ac-on-q-lots-of-condensation.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15092652097310419655</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-4658880738836362962.post-8879643733284358810</id><published>2009-06-19T20:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:16:46.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like I&amp;#39;m just a framing device in the plot of my own life. And I couldn&amp;#39;t be happier.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayellensms.blogspot.com/feeds/8879643733284358810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4658880738836362962/8879643733284358810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658880738836362962/posts/default/8879643733284358810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658880738836362962/posts/default/8879643733284358810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayellensms.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-i-feel-like-i-just-framing_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15092652097310419655</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-4658880738836362962.post-3791208860697861725</id><published>2009-06-19T20:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:16:39.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayellensms.blogspot.com/feeds/3791208860697861725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4658880738836362962/3791208860697861725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658880738836362962/posts/default/3791208860697861725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658880738836362962/posts/default/3791208860697861725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayellensms.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15092652097310419655</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-4658880738836362962.post-6012880892136950192</id><published>2009-06-19T20:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:16:35.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like I&amp;#39;m just a framing device in the plot of my own life.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayellensms.blogspot.com/feeds/6012880892136950192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4658880738836362962/6012880892136950192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658880738836362962/posts/default/6012880892136950192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658880738836362962/posts/default/6012880892136950192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayellensms.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-i-feel-like-i-just-framing.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15092652097310419655</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-4658880738836362962.post-3651902926085305249</id><published>2009-03-02T18:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:07:35.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear people sharing the bench with me on the 6: stop smooching and sit up; you&amp;#39;re taking up twice the space and I&amp;#39;d rather not be pushed against the rail. Grr.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayellensms.blogspot.com/feeds/3651902926085305249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4658880738836362962/3651902926085305249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658880738836362962/posts/default/3651902926085305249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658880738836362962/posts/default/3651902926085305249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayellensms.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-people-sharing-bench-with-me-on-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15092652097310419655</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-4658880738836362962.post-5981641430547206900</id><published>2009-02-12T16:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:32:12.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A haiku:&lt;br&gt;empty subway car&lt;br&gt;Smelly homeless man asleep&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll crowd in up there</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayellensms.blogspot.com/feeds/5981641430547206900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4658880738836362962/5981641430547206900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658880738836362962/posts/default/5981641430547206900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658880738836362962/posts/default/5981641430547206900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayellensms.blogspot.com/2009/02/haiku-empty-subway-car-smelly-homeless.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15092652097310419655</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-4658880738836362962.post-1482213218719528152</id><published>2009-02-01T19:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:35:03.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People who carry bottle openers on their keychain are total tools. Sorry!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayellensms.blogspot.com/feeds/1482213218719528152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4658880738836362962/1482213218719528152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658880738836362962/posts/default/1482213218719528152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658880738836362962/posts/default/1482213218719528152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayellensms.blogspot.com/2009/02/people-who-carry-bottle-openers-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15092652097310419655</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-4658880738836362962.post-1196702085608096940</id><published>2009-01-03T18:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:15:46.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Glass half-full or half empty? Either way, there&amp;#39;s something in the glass.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayellensms.blogspot.com/feeds/1196702085608096940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4658880738836362962/1196702085608096940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658880738836362962/posts/default/1196702085608096940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658880738836362962/posts/default/1196702085608096940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayellensms.blogspot.com/2009/01/glass-half-full-or-half-empty-either.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15092652097310419655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658880738836362962/posts/default/2541372990710860430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayellensms.blogspot.com/2008/12/she-walks-in-to-my-car-but-doesn-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15092652097310419655</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-4658880738836362962.post-6772013407566560794</id><published>2008-12-03T15:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:56:30.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Writing poetry on my smartphone&lt;br&gt;waiting for a seat to open up.&lt;br&gt;I have a heavy bag today!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658880738836362962.post-8954018832861412512</id><published>2008-12-03T15:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:56:25.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She works at trader joes and uses a mac.&lt;br&gt;I already know I cannot love her</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayellensms.blogspot.com/feeds/8954018832861412512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4658880738836362962/8954018832861412512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658880738836362962/posts/default/8954018832861412512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658880738836362962/posts/default/8954018832861412512'/><link 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src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658880738836362962.post-4295962381299614436</id><published>2008-12-02T13:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:58:26.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my life would be infinitely better if I had a bag of M&amp;amp;Ms for desert at every meal.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayellensms.blogspot.com/feeds/4295962381299614436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4658880738836362962/4295962381299614436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4658880738836362962/posts/default/4295962381299614436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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