<?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: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-6606043</id><updated>2011-08-22T14:40:35.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your fascination with my forbidden closet of mystery?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-112026031025941182</id><published>2005-07-01T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T19:25:10.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"So what did I do? I dropped acid with Sandy in Highland Park just to further ignore the truth."</title><content type='html'>-Stevo in SLC Punk after finding out his old friend is homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was driving home from work and I got off 77 at exit 33 and there was a guy standing at the light with a sign that said "Homeless Vet Just Trying to Survive. Thank You." It really bothered me. I mean it really makes me upset to see people who have given everything for our country struggling to just get by.&lt;br /&gt;But what makes me even more upset is that I couldn’t even look at him, I sat at the red light and messed with the radio... I don’t have any pressing calls on my time I could’ve driven him somewhere or bought him lunch. But I didn’t and that bothers me even more. I mean every one says don’t pick up hitchhikers right? But how many hitchhikers are actually homicidal maniacs and how many are just poor people trying to get somewhere? But every one just drives on by and leaves the poor guy standing there in the sun with his sign. They make excuses to them selves. 'Some one else will pick him up' 'I just don’t have the time' 'I would but....' I mean it’s not like I was the only one at that light there were probably 8 to 10 other cars there. But nobody gave him a ride.&lt;br /&gt;It really makes me sad. I'm totally bummed out about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: Major ranting from now on. I apologize in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has just been a crummy day all around. I had to get up at 6 and drive mike to school, work was awful because it is so hot out (92 degrees), Eric snapped at me for every stupid little thing he could think of (including giving him a dollar that was mysteriously expelled from a video game), I saw the homeless guy, I realized after I got all the way home that even though I asked Adam 4 times I never actually got my pay check... and we have no food in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah... And another thing. Why are people so ridiculously stupid? I had this table at work today... I'm the hostess at a restaurant; so these people come in off the boat, as in they have been out on the water all morning, and they say they want a table out on the deck. So I take 'em out and get all the way down to the lower portion of our deck and he says "how bout under the canopy?" which means I get to walk all 6 of them back upstairs. So we go and I put the menus on a table under the canopy and he points at the 'ceiling' and says "can we sit under a fan?" so I move him over 2 tables, and under a fan. And they sit and I walk away.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even get back inside and he asks "can we move inside? I didn’t realize it was so hot out here."&lt;br /&gt;It took all of my strength not to hit the guy. You've been out on your boat all morning with out the benefit of AC, in the sun, and you just didn’t notice that it was 90 fucking degrees? Not to mention we've been out here for 10 minutes trying to find a table that satisfies your requirements. People do this all the time... they come in from the parking lot and ask me what its like outside... YOU WERE JUST OUT IN THE PARKING LOT?! How do you not know? It drives me completely nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t understand the whole I don’t want that table I want this table thing. My job is to seat people based on server sections so that everyone gets good service and none of the servers become overwhelmed by lots of tables or nothing to do. If you just got to sit where ever you wanted then my boss wouldn't be paying me $7.00 an hour to seat you. I would never go to a restaurant and tell the hostess I don’t want to sit here I want to sit over there. And they always say "I don’t mean to be a bother" or "Its not a problem is it" if I say it is a problem will you just sit where I tell you and shut up or will you go to the manager and tell him what a bitch I am because I didn’t let you move across the dining room for some ludicrous reason like "the chairs are more comfortable over there" look buddy they're all the same chairs... or my favorite "I don’t want to look at this bush."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is plant by the deck at work; it’s the bane of my existence, because no one will sit by it. Apparently it obscures a portion of the view of the lake. It’s not a small bush; there are 3 tables that are near it. But it’s not like you can’t see anything except the bush. At any rate... I have had people wait an extra half hour or 45 minutes just because they don’t want to sit next to this god forsaken shrub. It’s ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... and I have never EVER EVER in my life eaten at a restaurant that is good enough to wait 2 and a half hours for a table there. FUCK THAT! If I go to a restaurant and they say it’s gonna be more that 20 minutes I'm looking for a new place to eat. But people love the Rusty Rudder so much that they will wait 2 hours for a table... IT’S A FUCKING BAR PEOPLE! We serve bar food... crappy bar food... wings and burgers and spinach dip. And its expensive crappy bar food... $8.99 for a buffalo chicken wrap?! Its chicken tenders in buffalo sauce and lettuce in a tortilla. How much could that possibly cost them to make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god… I’m sorry. I had a really bad day… I just needed to vent. I feel better now I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-112026031025941182?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/112026031025941182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/112026031025941182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112026031025941182' title='&quot;So what did I do? I dropped acid with Sandy in Highland Park just to further ignore the truth.&quot;'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-112014733342117780</id><published>2005-06-30T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T12:02:13.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! MAN LANDS ON FUCKING MOON!!!!</title><content type='html'>The onion rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's post is going to be a little bit random because there is a lot of crap that I wanna catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) My Dad and Gina are movie stars... Revelations came out on April 16th and it rocked Lucasfilm's feeble minded world... ok maybe not but it was really awesome. Seeing my dad on the silver screen was probably the most exhilarating thing ever. Well I guess maybe seeing myself up there would be cooler but not by a whole lot. Anyway... Dad and Gina rocked the house. Gina took home best Actress at an Australian film festival, and Revelations as a whole took home Best Live action, Best editing, production design and visual effects. ROCK ON SHANE!! Coming up at Dragon Con they're entered in another festival.&lt;br /&gt;I made mike's friends watch it and they talked through the whole thing. No appreciation. Bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) In October I'm moving back to Jersey and applying to Rutgers and Georgian Court with the intention of getting a degree in Bio so I can teach. Should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to teach at JMHS where I graduated from, I think it would be interesting to see it from another perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I am attempting to learn how to play Bass. If I could just get Louis to stop drinking and playing the basement theme from super Mario brothers on his guitar for 5 minutes. Oh yeah and figure out what he's saying. Don’t get me wrong I love Louis, but he stutters a lot... and combined with the thick southern accent I really don’t have a clue what the fuck he is talking about half the time. So I'm sort of teaching myself how to play base with the occasional hint from Louis.  I can play Sober by Tool and I started learning the Fraggle Rock theme. But I really want Louis to teach me Limelight by Rush.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and I read Life the universe and everything again last night and this morning. I need to hide that book away in a box until I can finish all my other stuff. Every time I see it I'm like I'll just read for a little bit and the next thing I know I'm done with it. I can practically recite it from memory. It creeps Mike out when I quote it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think that’s all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Post more later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-112014733342117780?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/112014733342117780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/112014733342117780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112014733342117780' title='HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! MAN LANDS ON FUCKING MOON!!!!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-112006928008987638</id><published>2005-06-29T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T14:21:20.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"If there could be said to be such a thing as magic then books are one of the places it must hide"</title><content type='html'>- Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm bringing up my Blog again for those of you who care... since I actually have time to post in it. And I actually have stuff to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Patrick's obsession for reading rubbed off on me because I haven't really been able to stop. Mike's mom gave me some stuff to read and some how I've managed to juggle 3 or 4 books at a time.&lt;br /&gt;I finally got around to reading Richard Bach's &lt;em&gt;Illusions&lt;/em&gt; which mom gave me like 3 years ago. It was very interesting. I made Mike's mom read it and I think she liked it too.&lt;br /&gt;I also have managed to read the Hitchhikers Trilogy so many times that the books are falling apart. Not that they were in the best condition when I stole them from dad but still. (Sorry Dad I'll buy you hard cover copies for Christmas or something I promise.)&lt;br /&gt;I've read &lt;em&gt;Pandora&lt;/em&gt; by Anne Rice about 6 or 7 times, I love that book. And I also picked up one of her more erotic novels, &lt;em&gt;Belinda&lt;/em&gt; which was interesting; I wasn't too big on the whole chick being only like 15 though.&lt;br /&gt;Mike's mom gave me a book called &lt;em&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;/em&gt; that I thoroughly enjoyed. It's about an old college professor who, in learning how to cope with death, teaches his former student how to live. It only took me about 2 hours total to read, which really boggled mike and his mom.  It was sad and I cried a lot but it was definitely worth reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Morrie's doctors guessed he had two years left. Morrie knew it was less. But my old professor had made a profound decision, one he began to construct the day he came out of the doctor's office with a sword hanging over his head. Do I wither up and disappear, or do I make the best of my time left? He had asked himself. He would not wither. He would not be ashamed of dying.Instead, he would make death his final project, the center point of his days. Since everyone was going to die, he could be of great value, right? He could be research. A human textbook. Study me in my slow and patient demise. Watch what happens to me. Learn with me. Morrie would walk that final bridge between life and death, and narrate the trip."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also read &lt;em&gt;An Autobiography of a Fat Bride&lt;/em&gt; which was hilarious and &lt;em&gt;The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time&lt;/em&gt; which is about an autistic boy who sets out to find the killer of his neighbor’s dog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Chapters in books are usually given the cardinal numbers 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 and so on. But I have decided to give my chapters prime numbers 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13 and so on because I like prime numbers...Prime numbers are what is left when you have taken all the patterns away. I think prime numbers are like life. They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also gave me the New Testament of the bible which I stared at on my night table for a few days before actually starting. It was interesting. And I started a debate with her over whether or not Peter actually kills people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Acts of the Apostles, chapter 5 the fraud of Ananias and Sapphira:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was another man, however, called Ananias. He and his wife, Sapphira, agreed to sell a property; but with his wife's connivance he kept back part of the proceeds, and brought the rest and presented it to the apostles. "Ananias," Peter said "how can Satan have so possessed you that you should lie to the Holy Spirit and keep back part of the money from the land? While you still owned the land, wasn't it yours to keep, and after you sold it wasn't the money yours to do with as you liked? What put this scheme into your mind? It is not to men that you have lied, but to God." when he heard this Ananias fell down dead. This made a profound impression on all present. The younger men got up, wrapped the body in a sheet, carried it out and buried it.&lt;br /&gt;About 3 hours later his wife came in, not knowing what had taken place.  Peter challenged her, "tell me, was this the price you sold the land for?" "Yes," she said "that was the price." Peter then said, "So you and your husband have agreed to put the spirit of the lord to the test! What made you do it? You hear those footsteps? They have just been to bury your husband; they will carry you out too." Instantly she dropped dead at his feet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel that, If Peter can touch a crippled man and he walks again, or go into the house where a woman has just died and she miraculously starts living again, then he killed these people. He chastises the guy for lying to the lord and he drops dead and he curses the woman and she drops dead. Dude! Peter is a murderer. Plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I call mike's mom and tell her about this and she starts freaking out. "Where’s my bible? I have to see this" "I can’t believe this" "where are my reading glasses?" "What chapter is it?"... So on and so on. And she finds it and reads it out loud and starts gasping... "Oh my god I've never seen that before" "I can’t believe this" "I'm gonna go ask Lou about it." "I'm going to have to ask father Brady about this at church on Sunday"&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway enough about the Bible. I'm reading &lt;em&gt;Anna Karenina&lt;/em&gt; now another one Mike's mom gave me which I'm not too sure about. It doesn't seem to be going anywhere in particular yet. But mike's mom assures me that it’s all important and it’s really good. So I read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on my to read list are &lt;em&gt;War of the Worlds&lt;/em&gt; by H. G. Wells, &lt;em&gt;Anthem&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;The Fountain Head&lt;/em&gt; by Ayn Rand, the rest of &lt;em&gt;Democracy in America&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife&lt;/em&gt; by Audrey Niffenegger and the rest of &lt;em&gt;That Hideous Strength&lt;/em&gt; by C. S. Lewis.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to get around to reading &lt;em&gt;Atlas Shrugged &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Job: a Comedy of Justice &lt;/em&gt;again too.&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t know if I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another major achievement! I finally got Mike to sit down and watch Black Adder so he actually gets half my jokes now. I'm very pleased with myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-112006928008987638?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/112006928008987638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/112006928008987638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112006928008987638' title='&quot;If there could be said to be such a thing as magic then books are one of the places it must hide&quot;'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-109950669901268047</id><published>2004-11-03T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T13:31:39.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>W still a Fascist!</title><content type='html'>Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I missing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost certain I will get in alot of trouble for this post but I need to understand. I have spent the last 13 hours flipping back and forth between cnn.com, cspan.org, foxnews.com, and msnbc.msn.com. I told mike that I wasn't going to bed until Kerry was president. I've spent the last 2 hours crying and sick to my stomach. I went to my dad's blog to see what he had to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"American Freedom:&lt;br /&gt;Born July 4 1776&lt;br /&gt;Killed November 3 2004"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's right. Bush has done nothing but squash our civil liberties as much as possible and he will only continue to do so. Some one told me about a bumper sticker they saw that said, "It's okay I wasn't using my civil liberties anyway." I want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wrap my head around why anyone in their right mind would vote for Bush. And not just that… more people voted for him this time than last election. People who thought ‘that guy is a screw up’ last election are thinking ‘he’s a great guy’ in this one. It’s scary. He has done nothing good for our country. As far as the economy, he has screwed up at every turn. He has overspent the budget by ridiculous amounts to support a war on an intangible enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike asked the people on one of his car forums what good bush has done and this was the response:&lt;br /&gt;“Ok, one thing that he has done right........Well for the first time in their entire history, Women in Afghanistan are now allowed to go to school.Oh, one more thing.....For the first time since he came to power, text books in Iraqui schools no longer say that Saddam is the center of the universe.Oh yeah, one more thing......For the first time in their history, there was a democratic election in Afghanistan with a 95% voter turnout.Oh and one more thing.....There are going to be elections in Iraq on or around January.Dude, sounds like you have had your head buried in the sand in Iraq along with the Military jets that they buried”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike replied “George W. Bush's job title and description is "President of the United States of America", not president of the world. It is none of his concern whether people in Afghanistan and Iraq are free, or whether their educations are accurate and complete. He is supposed to be doing a job for the American people”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts thinking about how ignorant people can be. I was out on my balcony in my ‘not my president’ shirt and some guy called me a terrorist and gave me the finger. The people here in NC look at bush as their God for some reason. It makes me ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the campaigning for this election began I was not a Kerry fan. But I can’t really find anything wrong with the guy… well except that he is a sleazy politician but unfortunately most presidential candidates are. He supports a woman’s right to choose, he is for gay marriage, and he doesn’t take every available opportunity to bash Bush. Though Bush gives Kerry a lot of ammo. Also he can speak, I don’t just mean that as bush is an idiot and can’t talk (which is true) but I mean that in the debates Kerry remained calm composed and collected while Bush was frazzled and just kept saying the same things over and over which usually ended up being ‘He’s lying’ or ‘another flip-flop’. Kerry knew where he stood and what he wanted to say while bush would just call him a liar and make no points about where he stands on the actual issues.&lt;br /&gt;And yet people still claimed that he won the debates, even though in 2 of them he violated the rules more than once.&lt;br /&gt;Those weren’t Debates people they were slaughters, and Kerry came out on top every single time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on Bush’s web site last night checking things out. He has a whole area dedicated to flash games making fun of Kerry and articles bashing Kerry. He even has a Kerry Tracker which shows all the places Kerry has been campaigning recently. I’m sorry I was under the impression that he was a grown man running for President of the United States not a 4th grader.&lt;br /&gt;Bush supporters also feel the need to bash Kerry and Kerry supporters on Kerry’s blog. People with screen names like ‘Bushisthebestpresidentever’ and ‘Ilovebush1’ feel the need to make childish comments and pick fights with people who are doing nothing more than discussing the polls and sending messages of encouragement to Kerry.&lt;br /&gt;But no one can comment on Bush’s blog. I wish I could… of course I would be arrested or shot or something if I did.&lt;br /&gt; Anyway. If someone could help me figure this out I would appreciate it greatly. I’m going to the store to buy more ginger ale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-109950669901268047?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/109950669901268047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/109950669901268047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109950669901268047' title='W still a Fascist!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-109242278939442298</id><published>2004-08-13T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T14:46:29.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"All the world will be your enemy..." - The Great Frith</title><content type='html'>"My heart, it joins a thousand, for my friend stopped running today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it comes to this... $161 in car repairs and Rich and Trystan fighting in my comments section. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here it is folks the drama bomb to end all drama bombs... actually its not. I'm done with this. This is the end of my blog. Thanks for your um... support... or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion it isn't worth it. This was supposed to be a place for me and my friends to discuss what was going on in our lives and now it's just a fucking mess. Chris doesn't even know it exists for Christ sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mom, I went to pick up clothes twice, both times were because I needed pants for work. And I ended up working Matt's shift on Sunday so I was at work all day. And Joel told me that you weren't going to be home so there was no point in stopping by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HEY LOWES PEOPLE MAYBE I COULD PAY MY MOM IF I COULD GET A PAY CHECK!!!!! I'll have been working for a month before I get my first check what kind of bullshit is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that and the constant drama bombs, work is great. I actually hang out with people outside of work, which is cool. Poker nights are fun. I loose a lot but Ricky bought me in last time so technically I broke even. The guys are cool, the girls are kind of annoying but the guys are cool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're going to put me in box office soon. YAY! And Bill is leaving ... More YAY! There are rumors about Patrick getting promoted to house manager when Bill leaves... YAY!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Rich, my blog isn't a virtual insanity... that's a song lyric and a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVP comes out tonight ... I hope its good, but odds are its going to be terrible. I'm still waiting very impatiently for Resident Evil: Apocalypse to come out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I guess I'll end this now. I feel like I should put some meaningful quote or something... I have the Loki song stuck in my head though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was born in battles fire and laid beside my mother's corpse&lt;br /&gt;My toys the ravens of the field my lullaby's the screams of whores&lt;br /&gt;But when the storm god you all praise walks the earth and shatters trees&lt;br /&gt;You’ll huddle close beside my gift and whisper prayers beside the spit&lt;br /&gt;And as the wood smoke turns and twists&lt;br /&gt;You'll owe your lives to sly Loki." - the Loki song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you ever get the feeling you've been cheated?" - Johnny Rotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-109242278939442298?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/109242278939442298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/109242278939442298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109242278939442298' title='&quot;All the world will be your enemy...&quot; - The Great Frith'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-109198266192398174</id><published>2004-08-08T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T12:36:39.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I give up. I'm putting on my brown shirt and joining the Hitler Youth."</title><content type='html'>Mike said that to me the other day in the diner after telling me that he was going to join the winning team and vote for bush.&lt;br /&gt;He better be kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the lack of posting recently, but I work all the time. And when I don't work I sleep because I work the late shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the job at the theater. Its cool. I think. All the guys were like "WOW a new girl and she's cute lets all try to get her into bed." and that sucks. I would take it as a compliment but they do it to every girl that ever worked there. I work a lot. And the pay is low but I have fun most of the time. I just don't like my supervisor Beth. She gets on my nerves a lot. Other than that it's pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;Rumors spread like wild fire though, I've only been there a week and a half and already people are saying shit about me and this kid Ricky. &lt;br /&gt;Concessions is cool I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT EAT MOVIE THEATER POPCORN!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact don't eat anything there unless it comes in a sealed container. Ew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into a car accident the other day. I was going down an exit ramp and hit a patch of sand. I started to skid and I panicked and hit the brakes. So I continued to skid and whacked the curb. Bent both driver side rims. Mom is mad and so is rich because it's their car. I bought new rims for it though. Mike delivered them while I was at work. She's mad because she thinks I was going some ungodly speed. But I wasn't I was only doing 45 or 50. But there is no convincing her. And they are convinced that I'm avoiding them because I'm staying at mikes house. But I told her before the accident that I was going to be here for 2 weeks to help take care of the dogs and the plants while his dad and Karen are in Equador. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides I work from 4:30 to 1 in the morning every night so even if I was sleeping at home she wouldn't ever see me she leaves at leaves at 9 for work and doesn't get home till 5 and she crashes at 10. So whatever. I gave her the key to the Mazda because I know they will never let me near it again and I paid for the damage. what else is there to talk about anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy she took it to is telling her it may need framework, but that is a load of crap. I hit the wheels. If I was going to bend anything else it would be the suspension not the frame. But he's a mechanic not a body shop so he won't just lie to get more money out of her because he can't fix the frame anyway. So we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm going to walk the dogs and get food. I promise I will post tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-109198266192398174?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/109198266192398174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/109198266192398174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109198266192398174' title='&quot;I give up. I&apos;m putting on my brown shirt and joining the Hitler Youth.&quot;'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-109053062717011497</id><published>2004-07-22T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T17:10:27.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Your friends parents get divorced you don't say "So you're banging the next door neighbor?"</title><content type='html'>Oh it's true K8 is great. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about the bouncing souls rocking the house... They do that thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Brian White got arrested recently some kid named Brian Amsterdam lolz was in his car with weed. That sucked, I kinda found it funny for 2 reasons... a.) the kids last name is Amsterdam and b.) everything that happens to Brian white in his car is not his fault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was driving home from work and saw a deer in the road so he stopped and the deer smacked into his car... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was driving down countyline rd and some lady ran a stop sign and smacked into him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kid he barely knows gets in his car and has weed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now everyone is using the pot smoking guitarist John as a good example... John finds it funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;moving right along I have sort of got a job at the movie theatre... Patrick was like "You're Hired!" so I'm gonna go talk to him about it tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight me and mikey are going to rent the Bourne identity so I wont be completely lost when we go to see the Bourne supremacy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go change post more when I get home I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-109053062717011497?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/109053062717011497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/109053062717011497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109053062717011497' title='When Your friends parents get divorced you don&apos;t say &quot;So you&apos;re banging the next door neighbor?&quot;'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-109017216427889642</id><published>2004-07-18T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T13:36:04.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We apologize for the inconvenience</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been writing lately, there just isn't much I can write about without some one jumping down my throat. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Hey Trystan! DIE! I don't wish I was you and I certainly am not removing anything from my site. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Anyway moving right along... Mike got his cougar running again for the first time in something like 8 months. He's thrilled. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We joined Nick and his girlfriend Meg in a visit to Nick's dad's house recently. It was fun, except that when we were swimming in the ocean a giant swordfish jumped out of a wave and came rocketing at me and Meg. So we decided that the hot tub was a much safer place for us to be.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Nick's little brothers are so cute. Mark can recite every episode of sponge bob ever, which is kind of creepy but all kids do that. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;oh, mom told me that they are probably going to take away the Mazda because I keep leaving the windows open. Apparently when rich was my age and a boy scout he left his windows open at a camp site and when he went back to his car the next day some small animal decided that his back seat was a perfect nesting place and ripped it apart. So now he's really anal about keeping the windows up. In my opinion I think it's a stupid reason to take the car away. Mommy says its a matter of respect. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Mikey Also did me a huge favor in putting together my T-bird. Thanks Baby! &lt;br /&gt;No, Nick, You cant have it yet. &lt;br /&gt;She needs new tires, bleh. And he has to finish wiring the head lights but she's together. She has a hood and fenders and a bumper. YAY! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Today is mom's day off, she refuses to do any work, she left a list of things for the kids to do. I am assuming that for the day I have officially gone from guest to family member. I don't care, I'm still not doing the other kids' laundry. The washer and dryer are pretty self explanatory they can figure it out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We played D-n-D last night. It was fun I guess. I had fun, Mike was falling asleep at the table and I think Joel was reading a magazine most of the night. But atleast they can't blame me this time I was using a pre-written adventure that I got online. &lt;br /&gt;Joel always bitches about how when I write the adventures, they suck (ie: he doesn't get enough treasure.) And his main problem with this one was that alot of the monsters aren't there to fight, they're there to either scare you or give you information. But he just wants to kill everything. There's this giant toad who is only supposed to try and eat small creatures like gnomes and halflings otherwise it keeps its distance, and Joel the half-orc starts shooting it with his bow even though it was just swimming peacefully. And so it swam deeper and he insisted on jumping in after it and stabbing it. Poor frog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Okay since I'm not making any sense I'm going to go and eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more tomorrow I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-109017216427889642?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/109017216427889642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/109017216427889642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109017216427889642' title='We apologize for the inconvenience'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-108931176553090234</id><published>2004-07-08T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T14:36:05.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HI mom!</title><content type='html'>I didn't realize that, at 18 years old, and with this stupid website blocking program, it was still important that you see what I'm doing on the internet. I really didn't think I had to worry about that considering you don’t seem to be too worried about where I go and who I hang out with and my tattoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Mikey bought me the coolest pants evar last night because Wet Seal is having my favorite sale ... buy one pair of jeans for $16 and get another pair free! So I got one pair of awesome jeans that I have to hem because they're obnoxiously long and a pair of bright red pants that are hideous. I love them. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is almanac at work... blegh... I don’t want to go. We have to take everything off all the tables and pack it up into the back room and bring out all new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be there until like 3 am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy is going to shore leave this weekend I want to go so bad but I have no money and way too much shit to do. Plus mike has to work on Friday. So I guess we're just going to get to see the pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this post was so random. I’m sorry. I’m not feeling well, my head is spinning.&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to go lie down.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post something coherent later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-108931176553090234?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108931176553090234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108931176553090234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108931176553090234' title='HI mom!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-108917487347436120</id><published>2004-07-07T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T00:40:04.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maman died today.  Or, maybe, yesterday.  I can't really be sure. -Albert Camus, The Stranger</title><content type='html'>Today is July 6th my friends. Actually its just really early on the morning of july 7th... but I am still in july 6th untill I go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. Today is july 6th... There have been 5 american casualties of the war in iraq this month. In fact they all happened before the third. 5 dead in two days... Hah this is starting to sound like a black adder episode. only not funny... at all. okay I've done the math for 5 months... we're averaging atleast 2 deaths a day ... its closer to 3 though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite bothered by this. and to be quite honest I hope all of you are too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new count is... There have been 990 coalition deaths, 872 Americans, 60 Britons, six Bulgarians, one Dane, one Dutch, one Estonian, one Hungarian, 18 Italians, one Latvian, six Poles, one Salvadoran, three Slovaks, 11 Spaniards, two Thai and six Ukrainians, in the war in Iraq as of July 6, 2004 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to have a moment of silence for these people and go light a candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's boyfriend and father of her child leaves for Iraq in september. I really dont like him. at all. in fact I think he's an asshole most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;So does my sister actually. But I'm afraid for his life and for the life of my nephew Matthew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway about that candle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-108917487347436120?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108917487347436120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108917487347436120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108917487347436120' title='Maman died today.  Or, maybe, yesterday.  I can&apos;t really be sure. -Albert Camus, The Stranger'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-108888557726232574</id><published>2004-07-03T15:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T16:12:57.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm a Masochist on a diet am I?</title><content type='html'>Share and enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went over to Fantasci yesterday and was all like WTF Mate? And he said yeah I haven't called anyone back because I've been so busy and I told him that I understand but I have been, rather pathetically, staring at the phone for 3 days and he said well I'm not going to hire you anyway so... I look forward to seeing you in the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was on my way... And I openly wept in the middle of the parking lot. He told me he wasn't going to hire me because I'm moving to NC and he needs some one more permanent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he added that he looked forward to my hard earned cash from some other job. HEY STEVE or whatever your name is I HATE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now mom is convinced that Shop Rite is the place for me to work and if I don’t get a job at shop rite or six flags then I’m going to be forced to take classes at Burlington county college. And NTI is just out of the question because who wants to be an auto mechanic anyway but If Its really what I want to do there’s plenty of schools here in jersey and there is another NTI campus in PA and I could commute from here but not in her car because her insurance will sky rocket. And what am I doing about Insurance anyway Mike cant put me on his and she isn’t putting me on hers until I promise that I’m never going to NC or anywhere else for that matter. And why am I with mike again? After all he promised to do all this great stuff but hasn’t because he's a miserable failure and he doesn’t know how to balance work and play and neither of us are ever going to get anywhere in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she wonders why I moved in with my dad... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celia is here for the weekend. And then when she leaves she is taking Joel with her for a week. Or something. I stopped listening to what mom was saying shortly after the mike is a miserable failure comment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh Oh HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally saw Harry potter 3 last night. OMG what a great movie. Harry has this I’m an emo kid look about him that I love. And Draco is all like hey look at me I’m a coke head! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I’m going to go I’ll post later ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-108888557726232574?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108888557726232574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108888557726232574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108888557726232574' title='So I&apos;m a Masochist on a diet am I?'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-108869150840028927</id><published>2004-07-01T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T10:18:38.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Could you hurry up, Please, The world is about to end...</title><content type='html'>So last night I drove to the mall for work. And I was about half an hour early so I could get food. I went and got a wrap at the Amazon cafe and ate in the back room, and then I clocked in and Gayle said... "Oh I was trying to call you, I have too many people here would you mind going home?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I clocked out and went home. And mom bitched that I don't work. ITS NOT MY FAULT THEY DON'T GIVE ME HOURS AND THEN SEND ME HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and had a second interview at Fantasci... This one was more like an interview instead of 5 guys asking me what games I play. Unfortunately its been 3 days and I haven't heard anything, The store is empty and it opens tomorrow. I don't know. When I left the first night after I applied and everything, I was almost positive that they would hire me. Everything went really well, It was probably the most friendly interview I ever had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he called like 2 days later and said can you come back for another interview. I said yeah and that one went really good too. Except that when the girl getting interviewed before me left she said I'll see you on Thursday, and he told me he'd call me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, you know when you go to an interview and everything goes great and you answer a question and all of the sudden the mood changes, and in your head you're like I didn't think my answer was bad, but all of the sudden the people are like okay we'll call you and you're on your way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had that happen, I went to a bookstore in new hope and they asked me if I had ever read Jane Austin, I said no and that was that. But before that, the lady interviewing me was like "that's where you park and over there is where you will have lunch" "have you met tom you'll be working with him a lot" And then I told her I had never read Jane Austin. And she was like "okay I think I have all the information I need I'll call you" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Fantasci interview wasn't like that, It was more like a conversation than an interview, I went outside and stood with him while he had a cigarette because some one stole mine...Joel... And we talked about Bush and Kerry and the conspiracy theories that exist. And then we went in and we talked about how I handle change, and pressure, and if I get distracted easily and he seemed to like all my answers which were what he wanted to hear but I was being honest. I told him that I do get distracted and I'll bounce from task to task but It will all get done. And I work fine under pressure and change is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I told him that I would be staying at BBW but Niansa would work around whatever schedule he gave me, because well that's what Niansa told me. Because He should know that I'm going to work at both places. Or atleast that I'm hoping to work at both places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned North Carolina but I told him we weren't leaving until October. Maybe that was it, But I don't understand why if everything else is good he would just not hire me because I'm going away to school. I mean lots of kids leave for college and they get jobs. Its not like I'm leaving at the end of July or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate waiting for a call, and I really hate waiting for my dream job to call. You know what really sucks, If I don't get hired I don't think I'll be able to shop in there and I don't know where any other game stores are. &lt;br /&gt;And I need warhammer paint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, I'm gonna go. I'll let you know if I hear from anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-108869150840028927?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108869150840028927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108869150840028927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108869150840028927' title='Could you hurry up, Please, The world is about to end...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-108853223829508842</id><published>2004-06-29T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T14:03:58.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is so good it just has to be fattening</title><content type='html'>Bush handed over Iraq yesterday... 2 days ahead of schedule... TO A MAN THAT HATES AMERICA! Woot! You know ever since WWII every person we, as the United States, have put into power and given supplies and weapons to, has eventually turned on us. GO US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I owned Neon today, now this normally would not be a big deal but, I was in the Mazda. &lt;br /&gt;See since I moved in with the mom monster I don't get to drive my V8 cougar so I have to drive mommy's 98 Mazda protégé. And that means that I don't get to just laugh and stomp on the gas and murder the person with the obnoxious exhaust next to me. Now I have to work cuz it’s a stick and it’s only a 6 cylinder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH! Bah I say, to puny 6 cylinder Mazda’s. At the Car show the other night there was a Dodge Charger with a twin super-charged viper motor in it.... that thing was pushing upwards of 750 rice eating horses. It was so beautiful I almost cried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a Chevelle SS with testicles hanging from the back…. Yeah that car definitely has balls…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway must go. post more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-108853223829508842?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108853223829508842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108853223829508842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108853223829508842' title='This is so good it just has to be fattening'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-108843535584621867</id><published>2004-06-28T10:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T11:09:15.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is where I office</title><content type='html'>So I have my second Interview at Fantasci Gaming tonight I cant wait, Working at a gaming store is my 2nd dream job, my first being, owning my own custom and restoration shop for Cars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching re-runs of the great biker build-off and I'm tempted to get into motorcycles, but my Insane fear of vehicles with only 2 wheels is in the way. It's just one of those things that doesn't compute in my head.... where are the other 2 wheels? &lt;br /&gt;I dont know... Im insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking into learning how to paint cars, that should be fun. Mike says its easy but it doesnt look like it. I figure I'll learn on Luvia that way if I screw up its my car so no one will be angry at me. oh Luvia is my 94 cougar. And Mikey has A 91 cougar named freddy. They're gonna be sweet cars when we're finished with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'll have mikey post the list later. Anyway need food, must go. Be around to post later I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-108843535584621867?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108843535584621867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108843535584621867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108843535584621867' title='This is where I office'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-108843156454945117</id><published>2004-06-28T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T10:06:04.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/1211/320/me.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/256/1211/320/me.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey look its me! Its a bad pic but its the only one I have where I'm not in a wig and or a costume. I'll post better ones and ones of my tattoo when I get my camera working.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-108843156454945117?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108843156454945117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108843156454945117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108843156454945117' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-108839397835878335</id><published>2004-06-27T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T23:39:38.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To crystal and anyone else who took what I said the wrong way</title><content type='html'>My dear Crystal, well actually I have no clue who you are but this needs clearing up, I never said that I like Michael Moore because I hate bush or because He hates bush, Nor do I think that people who hate bush automatically like Michael Moore. I Just said that part of the reason that I wanted to see Fahrenheit 9-11 is because I like Michael Moore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though my boyfriend doesnt know it, I completely understand why alot of people hate Michael Moore. He is Kinda annoying. But I just wanted to clear that up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note I'm very upset that my friends never read or comment on my blog but people I dont know read and comment on my blog all the time... there is something wrong with that. Not that I'm upset that people I dont know read my blog, That part is cool I'm all for that. But why dont my friends read my blog? ::pouty face:: And, it would seem, that even Diner Mike has forsaken me. I hate to take a time warp back to first grade but... dude you guys are gay. It is a sad sad day for me when I ask my best friend of 5 years "Hey did you read my blog yesterday?" and he looks at me and says "you have a blog?"  I hate you chris. Not that you'll ever know I said that because you dont know my URL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note My new step sister sarah arrived today. AND I have my 2nd interview at Fantasci Gaming up the road tomorrow. Cant wait. So excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I need a quote for today.... hmmm... I think I'll step away from bush for the moment and use someone else "That's brilliant.  I don't have to eat this week.  I don't have to feed my family this week.  We all have to scrimp and save and pull together so that the boss can have a nice coffin that's visible from low orbit.  Lovely.  I just love living in ancient Egypt, Jesus fucking Christ." - Patrick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Loyal Blog readers who I do not know... And Thank you for you know, Checking me out... It really means alot to me :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-108839397835878335?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108839397835878335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108839397835878335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108839397835878335' title='To crystal and anyone else who took what I said the wrong way'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-108826868969797841</id><published>2004-06-26T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T12:51:29.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I think we ought to raise the age at which juveniles can have a gun" - Dubya</title><content type='html'>So Fahrenheit 9-11 last night, a masterpiece in my opinion I laughed, I cried, I abhor Bush. It was totally worth the $8.50 a ticket and I think I'm going to go see it again tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said yesterday I really like Michael Moore and now I even feel sorry for the man, He's standing across the street from the Saudi embassy Talking to a guy and the Secret Service shows up to find out what he's up to, and make sure he isn’t causing trouble. &lt;br /&gt;Bush himself looked at Michael Moore and told him to behave and find a real job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think that EVERYONE should go see this movie pro or against Bush because I guarantee you will gain a new perspective. I walked in hating Bush, I walked out ready to march to Washington and storm the white house. I've decided that this man has got to go and I'm becoming active. Making donations to sites like www.punkvoter.com Signing petitions. Getting the word out. People need to be aware of the damage that this man has done. Because if there are people who want to vote for him they just don’t know. The man sends all our guys to war, right, He cuts the soldiers pay, cuts healthcare for soldiers, and cuts healthcare for veterans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has taken 6 months of vacation including the entire month of august and the week before the 9-11 attacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE DROPPED HIS DOG ON ITS HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm going to end this now, I'll post more crap later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-108826868969797841?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108826868969797841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108826868969797841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108826868969797841' title='&quot;I think we ought to raise the age at which juveniles can have a gun&quot; - Dubya'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-108817804553261373</id><published>2004-06-25T09:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T11:40:45.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I know what I believe and will continue to articulate what I believe, and what I believe- I believe what I believe is right</title><content type='html'>----- George Dubya Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahrenheit  9-11 opens today.... I can’t wait to see it. I'm a Michael Moore fan after watching bowling for columbine. And well I really don't like bush... And with good reason, hopefully you will feel the same after checking out the next very long but enlightening post&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I - this may sound a little West Texan to you, but I like it. When I'm talking about - when I'm talking about myself, and when he's talking about myself, all of us are talking about me. &lt;br /&gt;-- Hardball, MSNBC, May 31, 2000&lt;br /&gt;What in the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more of my favorite Bush gems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think we agree the past is over"&lt;br /&gt;"Republicans understand the importance of bondage between a mother and child"&lt;br /&gt;"You teach a child to read and he or her will be able to pass a literacy test."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We spent a lot of time talking about Africa, as we should. Africa is a nation that suffers from incredible disease."--After meeting with the leaders of the European Union, Gothenburg, Sweden, June 14, 2001 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've coined new words, like, misunderstanding and Hispanically." - Radio-Television Correspondents Association dinner, Washington, D.C., March 29, 2001 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They misunderestimated me."Bentonville, Ark., Nov. 6, 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're working hard to put food on your family." -- Greater Nashua Chamber of Commerce (New Hampshire), Jan. 27, 2000  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know the human being and fish can coexist peacefully."-Saginaw, Mich., Sept. 29, 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's clearly a budget. It's got a lot of numbers in it."--Reuters, May 5, 2000 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh ooh here's a good one&lt;br /&gt;"It's important for us to explain to our nation that life is important. It's not only life of babies, but its life of children living in, you know, the dark dungeons of the Internet." Arlington Heights, Ill., Oct. 24, 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think if you know what you believe; it makes it a lot easier to answer questions. I can't answer your question." - Reynoldsburg, Ohio, Oct. 4, 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Natural gas is hemispheric. I like to call it hemispheric in nature because it is a product that we can find in our neighborhoods." - Austin, Texas, Dec. 20, 2000&lt;br /&gt;Because that definitely defines hemispheric...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They want the federal government controlling Social Security like it's some kind of federal program." - Debate in St. Charles, Mo., Nov. 2, 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's your money. You paid for it." - LaCrosse, Wis., Oct. 18, 2000 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not the governor's role to decide who goes to heaven. I believe that God decides who goes to heaven, not George W. Bush."-- George W. Bush, in the Houston Chronicle.&lt;br /&gt;At least he knows his limits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a uniter not a divider. That means when it comes time to sew up your chest cavity, we use stitches as opposed to opening it up." -- Bush, on David Letterman, March 2, 2000. (The audience booed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Bush on vampires... "One of the interesting initiatives we've taken in Washington, D.C., is we've got these vampire-busting devices. A vampire is a cell deal you can plug in the wall to charge your cell phone." - Denver, CO. Aug. 14, 2001 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favorite&lt;br /&gt;"Rarely is the question asked: Is our children learning?"-Florence, S.C., Jan. 11, 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why why oh why did people vote for this guy... and WHY DOES EVERYONE I SEE HAVE A BUSH 04 BUMPERSTICKER?!?!?!?!?! ARE YOU GUYS LIVING ON MARS?!?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The killers and suiciders want us to leave Iraq, Afghanistan."-- Washington, D.C., Jun. 17, 2004&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I admit that I don’t know a lot about Iraq or Afghanistan but I'm quite positive that they are NOT the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPORTER: “So when you say that you want the U.S. to adhere to international and U.S. laws, that's not very comforting. This is a moral question. Is terr -- torture ever justified?”&lt;br /&gt;DUBYA: “Look, I'm gonna say it one more time. I can -- if I can -- maybe -- maybe I can be more clear. The instructions went out to our people to adhere to law. That oughtta comfort you. We -- we're a nation of law. We adhere to laws. We have laws on the books. You might look at those laws. And that might provide comfort for you. And those were the instructions out of -- from me to the government.”-- So is torture ever justified? I guess we'll never know. Savannah, Georgia, Jun. 10, 2004 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to not answer the question AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPORTER: Thank you, Mr. President. You do have now the personal gun of Saddam Hussein. Are you willing to give it to President al-Yawar as a symbolic gift, or are you keeping it? &lt;br /&gt;DUBYA: What she's referring to is a -- members of a Delta team came to see me in the Oval Office and brought with me -- these were the people that found Saddam Hussein, the dictator of Iraq, hiding in a hole. And, by the way, let me remind everybody about Saddam Hussein, just in case we all forget. There were mass graves under his leadership. There were torture chambers. Saddam Hussein -- if you -- we had seven people come to my office. Perhaps the foreign press didn't see this story. Seven people came to my -- they had their hands cut off because the Iraqi currency had devalued. And Saddam Hussein needed somebody to blame, so he blamed small merchants. And their hands were chopped off, their right hand. &lt;br /&gt;-- Wow, that must have been torture to listen to (no pun intended), Savannah, Georgia, Jun. 10, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IN GODS NAME IS GOING ON HERE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPORTER: Once, President Kennedy said, "Everyone has two countries, their own, and France." And why is it that your policy tends to be pushing your country and France to divorce? Second point, some in public opinion have accused you of state terrorism, and do you not believe that what has happened in Abu Ghraib has put you in the same basket, as it were, of Saddam Hussein, especially in the eyes of an international tribunal, and especially in light of the unfound weapons of mass destruction? &lt;br /&gt;DUBYA: To paraphrase President Kennedy, there's America, and then there's Texas. We have great relations with France. We work closely with the French government on a lot of issues. &lt;br /&gt;-- Dubya takes incomprehensible quipping to a new level, Paris, France, Jun. 5, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again... I'm not a geography major or anything but umm France and Texas are 2 very different very separate places. AND HE COMPLETELY AVOIDED THE PART ABOUT TERRORISM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPORTER: The whole world remembers you addressing the firemen in the ruins of the World Trade Center. You were healing the wounds and uniting the world at that time. Today, your message through the megaphone doesn't reach the world. Don't you feel isolated? &lt;br /&gt;DUBYA: No, I feel very comfortable with what I'm doing. &lt;br /&gt;REPORTER: Yes, but all the nations -- &lt;br /&gt;DUBYA: Let me finish my -- you ask a question, I give you the answers. And then if you want to ask another question, you're allowed to do so. &lt;br /&gt;-- Dubya displaying his diplomatic side, interview with Paris Match Magazine, Rome, Italy, Jun. 4, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY! HEY! W! YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[John Kerry is] up to $1.9 trillion so far, of new promises. And we got a long way to go in the campaign. Pretty easy to stand up in front of people and say, well, I promise you this, and I'll spend that, and then it begins to mount up after a while. So the question is, how is he going to pay for it? &lt;br /&gt;-- Comment made against the backdrop of the $7.1 trillion national debt, $1.4 trillion of which has accrued on his watch, Prairie Du Chien, Wisconsin, May 7, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She is a fabulous First Lady. I was a lucky man when she said, yes, I agree to marry you. I love her dearly, and I'm proud of the job she's doing on behalf of all Americans. Just like I love my brother.”&lt;br /&gt;-- I'm not sure how to digest the last sentence, Jacksonville, Florida, Sep. 9, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you love your wife like you love your brother... Hun I think its time for a divorce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I've been to war. I've raised twins. If I had a choice, I'd rather go to war.” &lt;br /&gt;-- Dubya doing a sterling job of belittling war and parenting at the same time, while also backhandedly manufacturing a war record for himself out of thin air, Jan. 27, 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Iraqis are sick of foreign people coming in their country and trying to destabilize their country.”&lt;br /&gt;-- Said without any hint of irony, Washington, D.C., May 5, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN HE HEAR HIMSELF?!?! DOES HE GO HOME AND WATCH HIMSELF ON THE NEWS... DON'T HIS KIDS TELL HIM WHAT AN IDIOT HE IS?!&lt;br /&gt;Dude seriously I love my dad but if he were president and this incompetent I would say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sometimes when I sleep at night I think of "Hop on Pop".”&lt;br /&gt;Did he say that to the nation? I wish I had that on tape or something... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Border relations between Canada and Mexico have never been better. &lt;br /&gt;-- In press conference with Canadian PM, and apparently forgetting about the country wedged between Canada and Mexico, Sept. 24, 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The world is more peaceful and more free under my leadership.”- Dubya, President of the World, White House, Oct. 28, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I said you were a man of peace. I want you to know I took immense crap for that.” -- Dubya really classing up his conversation with Israeli Prime Minister Ariel Sharon, as reported on Jun. 3, 2003 in the Washington Post and elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that when it comes time to elect a new president we should look for a guy who wont look at some one and say ‘Hey you bastard I took a lot of shit for backing you.’ Oh yeah and being able to read is a good quality too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love this one… ok are you ready? … Nothing can prepare you for this… Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINK: When you're talking about politics, what do you and [your father] talk about? &lt;br /&gt;DUBYA: Pussy. -- Interview with David Fink of the Hartford Courant at the Republican Convention, 1988&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly does pussy have to do with politics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“See, one of the interesting things in the Oval Office -- I love to bring people into the Oval Office -- right around the corner from here -- and say, this is where I office.” -- Dubya "officing" in the White House, Washington, D.C., Feb. 18, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPORTER: “Mr. President, with no opponent, how can you spend $170 million or more on your primary campaign?”&lt;br /&gt;DUBYA: “Just watch.”  -- There's nothing like having money to burn, White House, Jul. 30, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY how about you give up and drop out of the race and throw some of that “spare change” my way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Far be it from the American President to get to decide who leads what country... I made up my mind that Saddam needs to go.”-- Statements separated by only a few minutes in interview with ITN, Crawford, Texas, Apr. 5, 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think I’m done for now BTW Don’t vote for Bush!&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to www.dubyaspeak.com for all the quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-108817804553261373?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108817804553261373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108817804553261373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108817804553261373' title='I know what I believe and will continue to articulate what I believe, and what I believe- I believe what I believe is right'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-108800819025306215</id><published>2004-06-23T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T12:29:50.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He Wanted To Be A soldier In The Next Big War...</title><content type='html'>He Wanted To Kill A Million soldiers And Not Be Told What He Was Fighting For.  And that's The Way, Its Gunna Have To Be My Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the way its gunna have to be my friend - Tomas Kalnoky (they provide the paint) for the longest but best song title ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that most new blog entries need a quote preferably one that describes how Im feeling... that one doesnt really but I like it ... ALOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomas where ever you are I love you... you are a god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way Mike Im sorry I snapped at you in my previous blog entry. I would've taken it out but I thought putting in an apology for everyone to see would be better. I do love you... and the dream was about sex, both of them were... Happy? Go tell chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY EVERYBODY I GOT A TATTOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Im so happy... I love it. Infact I love it so much Im going back soon to get it colored.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait. as soon as I get my digital camera working I'll post pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im also getting a job at the new game store up the street its called Fantasci. Its sooo fucking cool. My interview was awesome, the people are great and the whole store is set up with gaming tables for any type of game, card games, mini games, they have a whole room full of tables with terrain, a roleplaying room for DnD, a snack room. and the attic and the basement that they dont know what they're going to do in yet. &lt;br /&gt;The kid who was really into war machine and 40k who's name I cant remember mentioned larping... Awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-108800819025306215?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108800819025306215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108800819025306215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108800819025306215' title='He Wanted To Be A soldier In The Next Big War...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-108791435436695499</id><published>2004-06-22T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T10:25:54.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The reason that some portraits don't look true to life is that some people make no effort to resemble their pictures.- Salvador Dali</title><content type='html'>So did we all hear about the supreme courts ruling on the pledge of allegiance? They decided that “California atheist, Michael Newdow, couldn't really sue because he didn't have sufficient custody of his daughter. This of course really cut to the heart of the matter. The First Amendment, separation of church and state - that's just window dressing. The real legal issue here is; does a custodial arrangement of 10 days a month entitle a father to file a lawsuit on his child's behalf? And the court bravely settled that thorny matter for an uneasy American public.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah… that’s about all I have to say about that. Thanks to Patrick for summing it up brilliantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to more pressing matters… UNLOVED?!?! You just don’t get it do you? I got thrown out of mike’s dad’s house and had to move all the way to east bumble fuck, Hicksville over here, I lost my car because well, its Mikey’s and he needs it for work, and, AND the diner is an hour away. Now my mom has been very kind in lending me the mazda but it’s stick and up until very recently, like yesterday, I’ve sucked at driving it especially in traffic which as we all know is a constant factor on route one. Not to mention the fact that I’ve been working really hard at BBW and my shifts usually prohibit me from my usual diner visits. And when I did make it in to see you, you barely said a word to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren’t unloved I’m just unable to get to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry, I’m stressed out…. My mom is really starting to get to me… took longer than I expected though so I guess that’s a good thing. She’s trying to talk me out of NC and in fact NTI all together, she wants me to go to college and be a molecular biologist like I was planning in high school. I was going to get my PhD. I was going to cure cancer; I was going to be rich, and famous. And now I just want to fuck around with 28 year old cars and get my self killed or in jail because I drive too god damn fast. I think that’s how she put it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I’m going to go, I guess I should stop by the diner today…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-108791435436695499?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108791435436695499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108791435436695499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108791435436695499' title='The reason that some portraits don&apos;t look true to life is that some people make no effort to resemble their pictures.- Salvador Dali'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-108748232987783517</id><published>2004-06-17T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T10:25:29.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, now there is no sound - for we all live underground</title><content type='html'>I don’t think anyone is going to get the title but hey I think it’s funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m living with mom and Rich and Joel its fun I think... could be worse I suppose. Could be mike's parents.... Oh yeah I went there. I'm done being nice for the good of our relationship (Me and Mike I mean) because seriously it never gets me anywhere. So from now on or more appropriately from my last few blog entries on I’m just gonna say how I feel and not give a damn because they obviously don’t give a damn about our feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I had a talk about whether I was a guest or a family member here which really pissed me off because in my opinion no matter how long I stay or don’t stay I'm still her daughter and last I checked that makes me a family member. And its kind of bothering me that Sarah is considered more a family member than me, I am of the opinion that we should be equal in our family member status because I’m mom's daughter and she's Rich's daughter so that means we are both equally family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m reading that paragraph over again and I’m realizing that it doesn’t make any sense. But I’m gonna leave it in here anyway or I could do the superman movie thing and take it out but leave this one in so you're like HUH? I have no clue what’s going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mom is having this addition put on right.... yeah about the contractors not doing ANYthing right. It’s not going to be finished anytime soon... The floor isn’t level, and it squeaks and the door is too long now that the carpet is in, and they never put a threshold between the carpet and the kitchen floor, we still don’t have a deck, George’s doggie-door is on the wrong side, there is no electricity and the shower faucet is missing a handle. Keep in mind the addition was supposed to be done 3 weeks ago. Sarah comes next Sunday and they're praying that they will have a room for her by then. &lt;br /&gt;AND on top of all that... Someone beat the fuck out of my mom's new bedroom set with a forklift so I think only one piece doesn’t have huge gouges in it. She has to replace the bed frame and the two end tables. And when the guys were painting the addition they splattered paint on the dresser. She’s so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I’m taking Joel job hunting today so I gots ta go I’ll post more crap later or tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-108748232987783517?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108748232987783517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108748232987783517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108748232987783517' title='Oh, now there is no sound - for we all live underground'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-108678975398735381</id><published>2004-06-09T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T10:02:33.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom, Mike, and Doug: new shizzle in the hizzle</title><content type='html'>New shizzle in the hizzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been evicted from Mike's Dad's because of the past 2 blog entries and my lack of a full-time job (though not from lack of trying) I am enjoying my last day here before moving back in with my mother... Shut up, don't make fun of me, at least I didn't go crawling back to Gina. I still win... I think. Anyway mom's house is just temporary until the NC plans become more like carved in stone than sketched real light in pencil. ie: when Trystan is paid off. Its gonna be cool having a little bro again though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More new shizzle... HEY (diner) MIKE! I LOVE YOU! I really enjoyed your post in my guestbook about all the cool people at the diner including myself.. I think, could've meant Ellie but hey who knows. So thanks I especially liked the last part about how everyone has something to offer and you're greedy for it... You're a much better writer than me. And no I'm not talented. lol&lt;br /&gt;But thanks for your support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug: wow you finally get a spot in my blog, never thought I'd have to add you.... 1st off I don't even know why you're reading this or telling other people to read it or whatever it is that you're doing over there, but I know I'm a thief and I don't especially care even though my thieving has gotten me removed from my nice comfy but cramped one room apartment thing.&lt;br /&gt;and 2nd why on earth do you care what I do in my spare time to people with too much money and too little taste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm done commenting on everyone's shizzle .... God I love that word. Back to my usual random stream of consciousness &lt;br /&gt;I called some guy an idiot on route 1 yesterday because he had a Bush in 04 sticker on his car... I thought it was funny, I really really wish that bush would stop being an idiot... Oh yeah Go to Zipperfish.com and watch "You are a fucking moron George W. Bush" its funny as all hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I have to go to work I'll update more shizzle later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-108678975398735381?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108678975398735381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108678975398735381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108678975398735381' title='Mom, Mike, and Doug: new shizzle in the hizzle'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-108627868328540654</id><published>2004-06-03T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T12:04:43.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>murderous rampage ensues</title><content type='html'>Soooooooo..... I got back from NC safe and sound and minus $400 because my car is gay. But the school was sweet. Really really expensive, a whopping $24,000 for the one year base program, NASCAR is seperate. Well mikey and I have come to the realization that he cant qualify for financial aid because his parents make too much money, and the school only covers poor kids not kids who's parents are assholes, and since his mom bailed on the "I'll pay for everything" plan We're up a certain creek without a certain object. Okay this is how it started:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "If you ever want to go back to school I will make sure everything is payed for including a place to live"&lt;br /&gt;Mike: "I want to go to NTI"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "well I'll pay your tuition if you pay living expenses(ie rent food bills)"&lt;br /&gt;Mike: "okay sounds good" &lt;br /&gt;Mom: "do you remember how i told you i would pay for your tuition? how about i co-sign on a loan for you and pay back the loan"&lt;br /&gt;Mike: i suppose that works&lt;br /&gt;Mom: scratch that I'll co-sign and help you pay back the loan&lt;br /&gt;Mike: uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;Mom: nevermind I'll co sign but you pay back the loan and god help you if you fuck up my credit&lt;br /&gt;Mike: right&lt;br /&gt;Mom: you know what I'll only co-sign if you show me a well planned budget for when you move down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: this conversation happened over a few months not a few minutes and is not exact words... mike's mom would never say fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOOOOOOOO .... this woman who gave birth to my boyfriend bought this house and rented it out to her cleaning lady who did alot of major repairs to it... and the cleaning lady wanted to move and sell the house so mike's mom said okay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE CLEARED $46,000 granted Judy the cleaning lady cleared alot more but thats not the point&lt;br /&gt;the point is the woman got a check for $46,000 oh oh oh oh and get this she whipped it out to show it to mike, you know her poor son who had his cell phone shut off this month because he couldnt make the payment because he was really sick with strepthroat and out of work for 2 weeks, and is trying to get someone to help him either lighten his $4,000 debt or help him pay for school.&lt;br /&gt;Mike decided to enlighten me with this info on the way home from her house last week... It took all my strength not to turn the car around and drive it right through that gorgeous bay window and on to her $2000 rug &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah thats right she spent 2 grand on a rug... that people walk on.... usually on a daily basis...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she wont help mike pay for school and she wonders why I dont like her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are not the best in the world and they've done some really stupid shit especially when it comes to raising me but I know that if they were in a position to they would help me pay for college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... about this guy who keeps taking up all of my guest book space ... lol I know you're right mike I am better than that...&lt;br /&gt;OH and hey Tony I'M NOT A FUCKING SELL OUT! You're just mad cuz you're a mooch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-108627868328540654?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108627868328540654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108627868328540654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108627868328540654' title='murderous rampage ensues'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-108492219868784036</id><published>2004-05-18T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T19:16:38.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FASTEST CAR IN HAMILTON TOWNSHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!1</title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot, well I did forget to post but I didn't forget the story so OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG.... So we're riding our bikes, me and mike, we're riding our bikes on this golf course near the house and we ended up in the parking lot and there was this ricey little Honda civic there so we go over and we're looking at it and, oh man this is great, the guy has a red civic with yellow brake drums and calipers and air vents and a shift knob and yellow door handles and everything. Including a little yellow emblem on the back. So I ask mike "Is anyone around?" "huh?" "Yoink!" the thing came right off the back of the car and we took off like rabid dogs across the golf course. So later I decided that it would be funny to go back and write OWNED on the back of his car with shoe polish so me and mike drive over to the course and the guy is pulling out of the parking lot. So I'm all upset that I wont get to do it but, but, now this is almost the best part, he pulled out behind us, so when we stopped at the next light Mike rolled down the window and held up the emblem, as soon as the light turned green the kid pulled into the nearest parking lot. LOL but here we go the story gets better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few days later I'm at work and 'Bert' one of the waitresses, yes that's right 'Bert' is a woman, tells me that her nephew has the fastest car in Hamilton township and me being the gear head that I am start asking questions, what kind of car? Civic. ::Stifled laughter:: really what color? Red ::realization sinking in:: oh, is it a hatch back? No. ::oh sweet lord:: does it have yellow accents? I don't know, actually yeah I think it might. ::HOLY SHIT I STOLE BERTS NEPHEWS HONDA EMBLEM THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!:: so yeah, the story continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few more days later me and mike go over to WAWA and see the infamous 3 some ford probe, GTR, and a supra all riced out to the max and I decide that I like the GTR emblem so I whip out my dental floss and quickly remove it from the hood and leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not too long after we go over just to see if he replaced it but he wasn't there but the fastest car in Hamilton township was... Which tells me that I stole 2 emblems off of 2 cars of people who are friends. BTW he didn't get a new Honda emblem but I don't know about the GTR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now&lt;br /&gt;ps don't tell teh cop-sores&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-108492219868784036?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108492219868784036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108492219868784036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108492219868784036' title='THE FASTEST CAR IN HAMILTON TOWNSHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!1'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-108492131486171662</id><published>2004-05-18T18:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T19:01:54.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so I can say I voted for Ralph Fucking Nader!</title><content type='html'>So i got a 2nd job at bath and body works in the mall and its cool. Much better than the Diner where you have to be Turkish to get what you want and or need. I'm quitting the diner and becoming a bank teller or something, anything but waitress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike's band Bongo Jones is the best band evar!!!!1 I love them a lot and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for NC on Thursday but I'll be back by Monday, we're just going down for the weekend to check out the school and apartments and stuff. I'll update asap to let you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So new Drama... Mikey and me or I; whatever. Went to his moms today so that he could go to the doctor because he had really really bad strep throat and he had a check up today to see if he was actually getting better or not. So we went down and I gave her this lavender gift set from work because she's been paying all Mikey's doctor bills since he got sick. And she dropped her car off at STS and I had to drive her around all day which was unfortunately just as bad as her driving us around all day because while I don't have to deal with the fact that she cant drive I have to listen to her complain about the way I drive and how my car is a mess and the way my car looks and how my license plate holder is crooked. She demanded that we fix it "Right now" but we don't have the screw to fix it so she told us to go get one but we don't have the tools to fix it so she demanded that we go buy the screw anyway and the bulb for one of my brakelights cause it was out. Did I mention that I am poor and I don't have the money to spend on a stupid screw that has no effect on how my car functions in any way shape or form? Cuz well yeah that and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So after that she wanted food so she made me go to this stupid convenience store that was in a rather inconvenient spot and get food. But she only had a dollar so she asked me for money. The Lawyer who makes $150,000 a year needs to borrow money from me, a girl who has two jobs and can barely make her bills, for a god damn coffee and a Danish. &lt;br /&gt;::refrains from murderous rampage:: &lt;br /&gt;so then we went to the doctor and the doctor said Mike's throat looks a lot better he doesn't have to continue with the meds he should be fine. And we went out front and she told me to pay... So I asked her if she remembered what that gift was for... She later referred to that comment as a "hissy fit"&lt;br /&gt;So we dropped her off and went to get my oil changed and she called mike to find out where we were... "It was very rude of you to leave without saying goodbye I thought you were going to come in" so mike apologized and we went home, and then she called again because Mike apparently without realizing it promised that we would go right back and take her to pick up her car... He didn't do that just so we're clear. And I wasn't going back after she got on my nerves like a frontal lobotomy with a cheese grater all day. So he apologized again and we went in the pool. And then she called again just to yell at mike about how rude I was and my little "hissy fit" and how he owes her or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love parents they're great aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway yeah more stuff and junk &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teh Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-108492131486171662?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108492131486171662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108492131486171662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108492131486171662' title='Just so I can say I voted for Ralph Fucking Nader!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-108203497253243454</id><published>2004-04-15T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T18:09:05.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ravi = coolest name evar!</title><content type='html'>So I met Mike's wife Amy and their adorable son Ravi, yeah that's right Ravi like the Hindu sun god... Dude that kid is gonna break a lot of hearts someday... Just like dad... Anyway, Amy is so nice and that kid... Oh my god he is so damn cute, anyway... They told me all about how they first met and the second kid that is on the way which seems like its gonna end up with some stupid generic name... Owen or Kira... But its still open to discussion. They're cute, mike and Amy, they make fun of eachother a lot and I think that's funny, me and my mike are the same way, it just keeps things fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Momma Jo quit after having a nervous break down and running away from everyone and everything on Easter. ::tear:: Its sad she was a nice woman and an awesome waitress, we will miss you Momma Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else... Mini Golf got rained out maybe we'll go this weekend, KILL BILL VOLUME 2 TOMORROW! Fuck Yeah cant wait. Gonna ask Patrick if he's gonna give us passes for it tonight. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is generally good. And Ravi is pretty much the coolest name for a kid EVAR!!1 lol...z &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-108203497253243454?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108203497253243454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108203497253243454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108203497253243454' title='Ravi = coolest name evar!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-108129084169284802</id><published>2004-04-06T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T18:37:47.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a day in the life of me, or not, but, you know... Stuff.</title><content type='html'>So I went into the diner today on my day off to eat pancakes...Because well, straight up pancakes are teh bombsores... &lt;br /&gt;and I was talking to mike the guy at the counter about the passion of the Gibson and we ended up having a discussion about my life... And I mean everything, I told him about my mom and rich and those kids and dad and Gina and those kids and everyone's ex-s and me and my boyfriend and my ex-s and my brother's band and our costumes and starwars and star trek and DND and Larping and well just everything &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy was acting like my shrink or something, it was cool and odd at the same time. But yeah he predicted a downward emotional spiral in the near future... Thanks mike very reassuring....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the pancakes were really really good. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I wanna go mini golfing but I have to stay home and eat dinner with a bunch of people I don't know ... ::sigh:: fun, its even chicken .... Even better, I hate chicken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post something intelligent later... After I eat the stupid chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-108129084169284802?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108129084169284802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108129084169284802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108129084169284802' title='a day in the life of me, or not, but, you know... Stuff.'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-108033436032695433</id><published>2004-03-26T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T18:08:26.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TeH DiNeR-s0rS! lol</title><content type='html'>So I got the job at the crystal thus the whole lack of posting and updates recently. Sorry, The job is pretty cool, almost everyone there is on drugs though which is bad. But hey there is minimal side work and the regulars are awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Plumber the plumbing dude gave me a ride home the other day, he's like 50 I guess and he's really cool, he's loaded with cash and he has this neato piercing in the front of his neck. He's with this lady Laura but they aren't married, because Mr plumbers first wife gave him 4 kids and ran off with a million of his hard earned dollars, what a bitch. Anyway its disgusting how in love Mr and not Mrs plumber are, I mean they order one dish which they share and they only use one fork and they don't let go of eachother the whole time that they're in the booth. When he gave me a ride home she called him from across the street where she works at CVS to tell him that she loved him... dude she just told him before she drove back across the street... Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is also this cool guy Mike who sits at the end of the counter. He has a second baby on the way! He's in a band called bongo Jones or something. I've never heard them but I've read some of his lyrics, not too bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also get these weird priest guys for breakfast that come in and read passages from the bible to eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all its a decent job, I make good money and I'm happy :-) yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-108033436032695433?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108033436032695433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/108033436032695433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108033436032695433' title='TeH DiNeR-s0rS! lol'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-107988366155585236</id><published>2004-03-21T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T10:44:24.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job? North Carolina?</title><content type='html'>So later today I'm going for an "interview" at the Crystal diner... Its more like an audition really, he's gonna give me a bunch of tables and see how well I do. Which is cool I guess, I just hope I don't fuck it up and spill coffee on someone... That only happened to me once and it was actually her fault because she hit the cup while I was pouring her coffee and it proceeded to splash out all over the table and on her "Brand new 80 dollar pants!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why some one would pay $80 for a pair of pants is beyond me but whatever. So wish me luck at my little interview/audition thingy later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also.... North Carolina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikey and I are going down to NC on May 21st to check out UTI... No not Urinary track infection, everyone thinks that, But Universal Technical Institute!&lt;br /&gt;The plans are in the making Mikey and I will hopefully be moving down there in September or October. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been checking out apartments and they're cheap as hell so dude seriously... North Carolina rocks... Cheap living, cheap car insurance, less taxes, EVERYONE DOES 20 OVER THE SPEED LIMIT! And the weather like never gets below 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now buddies I'll post later and let you know how I did at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-107988366155585236?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/107988366155585236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/107988366155585236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107988366155585236' title='New Job? North Carolina?'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-107953945041213203</id><published>2004-03-17T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T11:07:28.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fight</title><content type='html'>So me and Mikey had a huge fight last night... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was bad, I was being pissy and he got pissy and ignored me and I told him it would be better if I went back to my dad's and I cried and he cried. And he made me feel guilty as usual. &lt;br /&gt;I dont know why but when ever we fight Mike always finds a way to make me feel like I'm the reason our relationship is suffering. Like Its all my fault that nothing works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm gonna stop being emo. I love Mike and I've decided that I'm not leaving but I just wish it wasn't so hard sometimes. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-107953945041213203?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/107953945041213203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/107953945041213203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107953945041213203' title='The Fight'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-107927845231522213</id><published>2004-03-14T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T10:37:26.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend that wouldn't end</title><content type='html'>So yeah I made all these plans for the weekend and then promptly slept all day yesterday.... So my body keeps thinking its Monday now but its only Sunday and my plans for today got all messed up because Rich's parents like to edit my mom's plans and then my mom doesn't tell me anything until the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to my mom's and meet my new step-sister Sarah, and Visit my Step-brother Joel and my Other Step-sister Celia but tonight when Sarah and Celia get off the Plane they're going out to dinner with Rich's parents. Hey that's cool Grandma hasn't seen her Grandkids for a while and she misses them. Okay. &lt;br /&gt;So I was also supposed to go to Sarah's little birthday celebration on Monday night... But they moved it to Rich's mom's house because Bobby cant go to dinner with them tonight and he has to see them ASAP so I cant go to dinner with them Monday night either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't get to see Sarah till Wednesday and I don't get to see Celia because she goes back to Georgia on Tuesday. It Fucking Sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still think its Monday and I need to stop thinking... Hey how come Mikey didn't go to work today? Because he doesn't work on Sundays you idiot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway maybe I'll post something intelligent later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-107927845231522213?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/107927845231522213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/107927845231522213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107927845231522213' title='The Weekend that wouldn&apos;t end'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-107910589665401621</id><published>2004-03-12T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T10:41:28.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A very short visit</title><content type='html'>So I go down to the outlets to visit Dom last night.... And we spoke for like 5 minutes and then he took a phone call and after about 5 more minutes Billy Gibson, Nikki Henning, and Matt Burke showed up and he promptly ignored me. And he wonders why I think he's an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well on to the next event of last night.... Packing more shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go over to my dad's cuz its Thursday night and the guys (aka dads friends who are ultimately cooler than my dad) come over too and I get to see my little baby nephew Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway I've been slowly moving shit out of dad's house and moving it up to my boyfriends house in Princeton, but I've been getting help from either my step mom or my little brother &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick says Gina is doing it and Dad says Nick is doing it and Gina .... Well Gina only stops ignoring me long enough to ask me when I'm going to take the rest of my shit out of her house.... I was so pissed last night I couldn't even see straight&lt;br /&gt;My bets are on Gina because while nick really wants his own room (ie: my old one) he knows better than to go and pack my shit... I'll just kick his ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Gina &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; wants me out of that house... Like alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took the rest of my shit last night... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEAR THAT GINA? IM FUCKING GONE FUCK YOU!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I'm just a little bit bitter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-107910589665401621?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/107910589665401621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/107910589665401621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107910589665401621' title='A very short visit'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-107903156076441802</id><published>2004-03-11T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T14:02:30.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A bizarre message from a bizarre messenger</title><content type='html'>So I'm online right and I get this IM from an old friend of mine Diana and she says I was shopping in the outlets and I saw Dom Nicosia he thinks you're mad at him and wants you to call him here's his number bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I suppose this needs some setup... I was really into Dom when we were in high school and hinted at that a lot but he didn't get it and when I told him out right he told me he was into this other chick but that isn't the point. Dom graduated early and I bitched before he left about him keeping in touch and he promised he would... 6 months and 3 weeks later I got a call from him "I read your entry in simon's year book I guess you're really mad at me for not calling huh?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my entry in Simon's year book was closed with "don't be a Nicosia stay in touch" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I was pretty mad I mean I really liked this guy and we agreed to be friends and stay in touch and he bailed and I had no way to contact him. &lt;br /&gt;Back to the phone call He tells me he's gonna be in town all summer and that I should call if I need anything... (note: he didn't give me his number and my dad is too cheap for caller id) so we lost touch again... That was in June  &lt;br /&gt;NEWS FLASH DOM ITS BEEN ALMOST A YEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had my number, he got it from Simon and even if he lost it Dan and John both have it. Or he could email me since I left my email and aim name in the guest book for his band's web site. But no I get some bizarre IM from another person who I lost touch with after high school about how Dom thinks I'm mad at him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY DOM IM STILL MAD AT YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll call him anyway, I mean his band is pretty good so maybe he'll give me tickets to a show or something... Yeah I know I'm a bitch thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-107903156076441802?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/107903156076441802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/107903156076441802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107903156076441802' title='A bizarre message from a bizarre messenger'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606043.post-107902852763754967</id><published>2004-03-11T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T13:11:57.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post Evar!</title><content type='html'>welcome to my new blog party peoples. I dont have much to say right now cept to warn you that Im completely mad and that you shouldnt be surprised by the wierd shit you find in my blog and my links. feel free to stop by and often to check out my insane ranting and raving. I'll post something important later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606043-107902852763754967?l=tanjpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/107902852763754967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606043/posts/default/107902852763754967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanjpunk.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107902852763754967' title='First Post Evar!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04794274339565558593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
