<?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-7263351846514635509</id><updated>2011-07-08T21:58:56.247+10:00</updated><category term='Introduction'/><category term='Bebo'/><category term='Everything you ever wanted.'/><category term='we retreat. Hot coffee'/><category term='cold brandy'/><category term='samson'/><category term='christmas break.'/><category term='afternoons.'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='cat empire'/><category term='dream'/><category term='school'/><category term='Obviously conducting ourselves'/><title type='text'>DRESDEN PICTURESQUE</title><subtitle type='html'>The dirt-valued wisdoms of an under age psychopath.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>227</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-735368930232283015</id><published>2010-01-25T18:20:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:25:23.681+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Madonna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://socialitelife.celebuzz.com/bfm_gallery/2009/02/Madonna%20and%20Naked%20Jesus%20Luz%20pose%20at%20W%20Magazine/gallery_main/gallery_main-madonna-jesusluz-w-magazine-photos-02082009-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://socialitelife.celebuzz.com/bfm_gallery/2009/02/Madonna%20and%20Naked%20Jesus%20Luz%20pose%20at%20W%20Magazine/gallery_main/gallery_main-madonna-jesusluz-w-magazine-photos-02082009-01.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to see that with a little photoshopping and a really fit naked guy in the background that &lt;b&gt;Madonna's still got it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://socialitelife.celebuzz.com/bfm_gallery/2009/02/Madonna%20and%20Naked%20Jesus%20Luz%20pose%20at%20W%20Magazine/gallery_main/gallery_main-madonna-jesusluz-w-magazine-photos-02082009-09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://socialitelife.celebuzz.com/bfm_gallery/2009/02/Madonna%20and%20Naked%20Jesus%20Luz%20pose%20at%20W%20Magazine/gallery_main/gallery_main-madonna-jesusluz-w-magazine-photos-02082009-09.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://socialitelife.celebuzz.com/bfm_gallery/2009/02/Madonna%20and%20Naked%20Jesus%20Luz%20pose%20at%20W%20Magazine/gallery_main/gallery_main-madonna-jesusluz-w-magazine-photos-02082009-07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://socialitelife.celebuzz.com/bfm_gallery/2009/02/Madonna%20and%20Naked%20Jesus%20Luz%20pose%20at%20W%20Magazine/gallery_main/gallery_main-madonna-jesusluz-w-magazine-photos-02082009-07.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://socialitelife.celebuzz.com/bfm_gallery/2009/02/Madonna%20and%20Naked%20Jesus%20Luz%20pose%20at%20W%20Magazine/gallery_main/gallery_main-madonna-jesusluz-w-magazine-photos-02082009-14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://socialitelife.celebuzz.com/bfm_gallery/2009/02/Madonna%20and%20Naked%20Jesus%20Luz%20pose%20at%20W%20Magazine/gallery_main/gallery_main-madonna-jesusluz-w-magazine-photos-02082009-14.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://socialitelife.celebuzz.com/bfm_gallery/2009/02/Madonna%20and%20Naked%20Jesus%20Luz%20pose%20at%20W%20Magazine/gallery_main/gallery_main-madonna-jesusluz-w-magazine-photos-02082009-13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://socialitelife.celebuzz.com/bfm_gallery/2009/02/Madonna%20and%20Naked%20Jesus%20Luz%20pose%20at%20W%20Magazine/gallery_main/gallery_main-madonna-jesusluz-w-magazine-photos-02082009-13.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, my mind keeps coming back to slightly-attractive-very-loose-but-a-bit-too-old maths teacher preying on just-another-thing-to-boast-about-in-the-locker-room high school jock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://celebrities.ninemsn.com.au/img/blog/blog250110_madonna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://celebrities.ninemsn.com.au/img/blog/blog250110_madonna.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Madonna wasn't well that day, so Lindsay Lohan jumped in.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-735368930232283015?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/735368930232283015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=735368930232283015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/735368930232283015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/735368930232283015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2010/01/lady-madonna.html' title='Lady Madonna'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-8198195915443126042</id><published>2009-11-24T01:08:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:09:15.808+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lou Carpenter - LIKE A BOSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9LMKjSDN8Hk/RYklvzIp18I/AAAAAAAAAF0/_-INidOcK5A/s1600/Lou-Carpenter_Tom-Oliver-1988-and-1992....jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9LMKjSDN8Hk/RYklvzIp18I/AAAAAAAAAF0/_-INidOcK5A/s400/Lou-Carpenter_Tom-Oliver-1988-and-1992....jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erinsborough - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Stealing fiances - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Fled to Queensland - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Came back - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three wives - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Three divorces - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Three children - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Never see ‘em - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidney problems - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Kidney transplant - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Accused of thievery - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Moved around - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to jail - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Blackmailed Izzy - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Rival stores - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Out of business - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet girlfriend - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;She was Russian - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Big mistake - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Her name was Mishka- LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delinquent daughter - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Accused a teacher - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Failed paternity - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Left with her Dad - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harold got cancer - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Heart attack - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;No will to live - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Back to Queensland - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Ramsay - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Applied Guardianship - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Looking good - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Stole from Paul - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foster Care - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Abusive household - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Kidnapping charges - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;Denied Guardianship - LIKE A BOSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the saga continues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-8198195915443126042?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/8198195915443126042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=8198195915443126042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8198195915443126042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8198195915443126042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/11/lou-carpenter-like-boss.html' title='Lou Carpenter - LIKE A BOSS'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9LMKjSDN8Hk/RYklvzIp18I/AAAAAAAAAF0/_-INidOcK5A/s72-c/Lou-Carpenter_Tom-Oliver-1988-and-1992....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-6360568404819570105</id><published>2009-11-10T23:28:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:28:44.822+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Natalie Bassingthwaighte's film debut.</title><content type='html'>"Prey" opened in Australia to 3 theatres on May 7. In its opening weekend, Prey took a very disappointing $342 over the 3 cinemas, average $114 per theatre. Each theatre had (on average) 3 sessions per day over the weekend, meaning that just over $12.60 was made per session. According to the average price of an adult cinema tickets, this equates to just one Adult going to see Prey per session. It has also been reported that Prey will only be in cinemas for one week, followed by a DVD release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Any movie that ends in Natalie Bassingthwaighte's unborn child being eaten by a snake is good enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-6360568404819570105?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/6360568404819570105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=6360568404819570105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/6360568404819570105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/6360568404819570105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/11/natalie-bassingthwaightes-film-debut.html' title='Natalie Bassingthwaighte&apos;s film debut.'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-3247542267078252521</id><published>2009-10-12T12:16:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:25:00.045+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/StKFFcK00bI/AAAAAAAAAd0/nqMZvNGCf3Q/s1600-h/shoes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/StKFFcK00bI/AAAAAAAAAd0/nqMZvNGCf3Q/s400/shoes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391518032423342514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/StKE83mR1mI/AAAAAAAAAds/fYxLgHex72U/s1600-h/shoe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/StKE83mR1mI/AAAAAAAAAds/fYxLgHex72U/s400/shoe1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391517885167425122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes? No? I kind of like the blue on the last ones..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-3247542267078252521?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/3247542267078252521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=3247542267078252521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/3247542267078252521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/3247542267078252521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/10/evolution.html' title='Evolution'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/StKFFcK00bI/AAAAAAAAAd0/nqMZvNGCf3Q/s72-c/shoes2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-8302575179095655651</id><published>2009-10-07T20:43:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:51:50.614+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I stumbled on a scribble!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SsxjYlP5UZI/AAAAAAAAAdg/MjNpnGjK7GA/s1600-h/desintergrate.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 1540px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SsxjYlP5UZI/AAAAAAAAAdg/MjNpnGjK7GA/s400/desintergrate.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389792128022434194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the image isn't too clear.. But this program is flipping rad. I've been making creepy looking things for the last 3 hours, and I'm still not tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zefrank.com/scribbler/"&gt;Click this for something that is the bombiest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-8302575179095655651?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/8302575179095655651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=8302575179095655651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8302575179095655651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8302575179095655651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-stumbled-on-scribble.html' title='I stumbled on a scribble!!'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SsxjYlP5UZI/AAAAAAAAAdg/MjNpnGjK7GA/s72-c/desintergrate.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-7616217170352888369</id><published>2009-09-16T16:18:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:21:05.163+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know how I know I'm going to be the raddest mum ever someday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog-imgs-21-origin.fc2.com/m/a/k/makilogoo/sea_monkeyss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://blog-imgs-21-origin.fc2.com/m/a/k/makilogoo/sea_monkeyss.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sea Monkeys are fucking HUGE. Of course, this is just a picture I got off Google because my camera is D-E-A-Dead but they full on actually look something like this now instead of little sprinkles of dust lolling around the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was feeding them seaweed, maybe I was feeding the searoids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-7616217170352888369?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/7616217170352888369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=7616217170352888369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/7616217170352888369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/7616217170352888369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-you-know-how-i-know-im-going-to-be.html' title='Do you know how I know I&apos;m going to be the raddest mum ever someday?'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-2742886459148230202</id><published>2009-09-13T14:47:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:51:09.855+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so I hate to bring this up again, but I might be getting my camera soon!! The &lt;a href="http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-want-in-life.html"&gt;Lomo Diana F+ Deluxe Kit&lt;/a&gt; is a quarter of the things I live for, the others being the want of an iPhone, the want of a kitten, and the love of a boyfriend. Anyway, the exchange rate is SWEEEEEET right now, and I love it. Who wants to go shopping online? I do. And so shop online I shall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-2742886459148230202?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/2742886459148230202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=2742886459148230202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/2742886459148230202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/2742886459148230202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/09/ok-so-i-hate-to-bring-this-up-again-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-7622691412755474530</id><published>2009-09-04T14:00:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T14:00:58.824+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive and Kickin'</title><content type='html'>And missing you, friendly face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-7622691412755474530?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/7622691412755474530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=7622691412755474530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/7622691412755474530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/7622691412755474530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/09/alive-and-kickin.html' title='Alive and Kickin&apos;'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-5814568003621649302</id><published>2009-08-31T01:22:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T01:33:57.285+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is It Like To Chew 5 Gum?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bizzia.com/brandcurve/files/2007/12/wrigley-5-gum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 415px;" src="http://www.bizzia.com/brandcurve/files/2007/12/wrigley-5-gum.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty flipping amazing. It lacks the chunky, powdery aesthetic that Wrigley's former prodigy  Extra knew so well, and it even stays in your mouth for longer than 20 seconds. I honestly had no idea why anyone would hate on this gum when it's packaging is so neat and cutting edge, when it's flavour is feverishly good, and when you can stick the wrappers on your face and give yourself a pretty gnarly (yet temporary) burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, until I met with MENTOS, AQUA KISS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3578/3380379566_e92ed679ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 261px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3578/3380379566_e92ed679ed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap this is amazing!! For a couple of weeks now I have been swooning over 5-out-of-5 gum and completely overlooking the kiss of the ocean, right in time for summer. It opens like a book from the heavens, with one flick you have 14 pieces in the palm of your hand, and it's a lot simpler getting these ones out than the crampy 5 Gum,even though the wraps are glued into the holder, so you won't lose them in the bottom of your bag. It stays fresh for what seems like forever and feels more like a classic gum than the 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move over new, I'm kickin' it old skool.&lt;br /&gt;Scary movies are the best, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqua Kiss!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-5814568003621649302?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/5814568003621649302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=5814568003621649302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/5814568003621649302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/5814568003621649302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-it-like-to-chew-5-gum.html' title='What Is It Like To Chew 5 Gum?'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3578/3380379566_e92ed679ed_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-8061276450176310864</id><published>2009-05-31T22:30:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:33:25.226+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra</title><content type='html'>I really want to knock&lt;span class="std"&gt; Nicole Scherzinger off her pedestal, bitch thinks she's higher than pronunciation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayyyyyyy hoe. It's war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-8061276450176310864?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/8061276450176310864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=8061276450176310864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8061276450176310864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8061276450176310864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/05/extra.html' title='Extra'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-1669669694916928733</id><published>2009-05-31T22:27:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:30:12.012+10:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks til D-Day ++ In the Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SiJ30TQ-mLI/AAAAAAAAAdY/hICTAd8QFf0/s1600-h/19.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SiJ30TQ-mLI/AAAAAAAAAdY/hICTAd8QFf0/s400/19.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341963848423217330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to donate my entire birthday to Facebook, soz mate. Even if I am dreading the big One Nine like Swine Flu in the morning. Exactly two weeks, and I couldn't be less excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also on the look out for some kick ass high tops.. Preff Nike or Adidas? Let me know if you find some goodens.&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-1669669694916928733?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/1669669694916928733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=1669669694916928733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/1669669694916928733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/1669669694916928733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-weeks-til-d-day-in-market.html' title='2 weeks til D-Day ++ In the Market'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SiJ30TQ-mLI/AAAAAAAAAdY/hICTAd8QFf0/s72-c/19.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-5470398114374502928</id><published>2009-05-25T22:33:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:40:02.185+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, my God. Shoes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/ShqRSpH9-jI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/XwI-ADDOf0k/s1600-h/airbear.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/ShqRSpH9-jI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/XwI-ADDOf0k/s400/airbear.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339740057664092722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the Nike power in the world and on the internet, I've just made my own shoes!! Oh heck yes, coming soon to a shore near you. If you live near me, that is. Check out the Nike site and find some shoes. It's that simple. And if they have the "Customize with Nike ID" thing underneath or whatevs, then you can make it all pretty colours and write shit on it and stuff.. It's rad as heck.&lt;br /&gt;Above I have included a picture of me, decorating my "swoosh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-5470398114374502928?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/5470398114374502928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=5470398114374502928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/5470398114374502928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/5470398114374502928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-my-god-shoes.html' title='Oh, my God. Shoes.'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/ShqRSpH9-jI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/XwI-ADDOf0k/s72-c/airbear.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-6145645373069272123</id><published>2009-05-08T17:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:42:22.417+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the woes of Temika Jayne.</title><content type='html'>I really fucking want Oporto, but I'm in Warners Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would rather diiieeee than miss Neighbours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-6145645373069272123?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/6145645373069272123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=6145645373069272123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/6145645373069272123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/6145645373069272123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-woes-of-temika-jayne.html' title='Oh, the woes of Temika Jayne.'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-8197331668393901685</id><published>2009-04-15T12:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:33:30.490+10:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLOLOLOL LILO</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nuuuh1q6QE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nuuuh1q6QE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never hate her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-8197331668393901685?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/8197331668393901685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=8197331668393901685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8197331668393901685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8197331668393901685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/04/lolololol-lilo.html' title='LOLOLOLOL LILO'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-4620950416671468385</id><published>2009-04-13T13:46:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:06:56.869+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Gently ++ ergh yuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.emjoi.com//inventory/uploads/_256_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 442px;" src="http://www.emjoi.com//inventory/uploads/_256_large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find a photo of the horrific beast my mother bestowed upon our household.. But it looks a hell of a lot like this.&lt;br /&gt;IT HURT.&lt;br /&gt;"Temika, don't be a baby. It hurts no more than waxing, you used to wax your legs all the time!!"&lt;br /&gt;omg omg omg omg omg&lt;br /&gt;So, I finally got the courage.. I can do this, it's not as bad as it looks..&lt;br /&gt;IT HURT SO BAD!!&lt;br /&gt;Mum is using it now and daymn.. I can hear it all the way from the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;I srsly feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;Worst pain of my life. Worse than shattered bones or seizure central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news.. I gave in. I tried and tried and tried, but then read what you wrote and it made it all worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/dirrrtypop"&gt;here's my motherfucking twitter.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-4620950416671468385?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/4620950416671468385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=4620950416671468385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/4620950416671468385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/4620950416671468385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-so-gently-ergh-yuck.html' title='Not So Gently ++ ergh yuck'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-3679430924893868459</id><published>2009-04-13T13:32:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:35:11.167+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I want this dress!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SeKysrc-AbI/AAAAAAAAAdA/XQ_THBtWHmI/s1600-h/DSCF8567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SeKysrc-AbI/AAAAAAAAAdA/XQ_THBtWHmI/s400/DSCF8567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324014190153564594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somebody bought it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you!! I was going to get married in this thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really was a pretty dress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-3679430924893868459?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/3679430924893868459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=3679430924893868459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/3679430924893868459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/3679430924893868459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-this-dress.html' title='I want this dress!!'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SeKysrc-AbI/AAAAAAAAAdA/XQ_THBtWHmI/s72-c/DSCF8567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-2396774236529396368</id><published>2009-04-11T21:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:20:36.849+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a cut out</title><content type='html'>of myself, life sized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me one and I'll give you a dollar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-2396774236529396368?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/2396774236529396368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=2396774236529396368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/2396774236529396368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/2396774236529396368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-cut-out.html' title='I want a cut out'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-8277654660938698765</id><published>2009-04-11T14:31:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:33:31.524+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/SdgMpbwCkgI/AAAAAAAAIiY/fw3P5OnB0qA/s1600/IM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 451px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/SdgMpbwCkgI/AAAAAAAAIiY/fw3P5OnB0qA/s1600/IM.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;Post Secret's where it's at.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-8277654660938698765?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/8277654660938698765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=8277654660938698765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8277654660938698765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8277654660938698765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/04/post-secret.html' title='Post Secret.'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/SdgMpbwCkgI/AAAAAAAAIiY/fw3P5OnB0qA/s72-c/IM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-6964232461969308607</id><published>2009-04-06T13:11:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T13:25:52.098+10:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my better half.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SdlzBbb2oBI/AAAAAAAAAc4/fOuAesQ9JWI/s1600-h/milnication.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SdlzBbb2oBI/AAAAAAAAAc4/fOuAesQ9JWI/s400/milnication.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321410903096598546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.milnication.com"&gt;Love of my fucking life, errbody.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-6964232461969308607?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/6964232461969308607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=6964232461969308607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/6964232461969308607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/6964232461969308607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-are-my-better-half.html' title='You are my better half.'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SdlzBbb2oBI/AAAAAAAAAc4/fOuAesQ9JWI/s72-c/milnication.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-7132269074852638034</id><published>2009-03-30T13:39:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:47:16.168+11:00</updated><title type='text'>This is gross</title><content type='html'>I really, really like English. Fave subject at school etc, really proud to have such a distinguished and amazing language..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. It makes me pretty knotty when I see stuff like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="content"&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;"I wuz finkin de same ting&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;luks lyke an well worn,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;derefoar probbublee well lubbed&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;suffied animalz.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;lykez sum wee won tossed asyde&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to run foar de cheezburgerz"&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="content"&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;"I lyked dat sawng ur wurdz mayded ma brain heer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ah can haz helpinz wif da offer vurses? pleese?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but kiteh iz nevur aside&lt;br /&gt;unless iz his choosn&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;an kiteh iz surley stuffed&lt;br /&gt;wif luv fur his hoomin&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;an he letz da lil hooman run&lt;br /&gt;cauz&lt;br /&gt;bestest bud ‘ll bring da ketteh sum…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chezeburgrs!"&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two of the 191 comments on&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; this&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/128341280043593750meccacatizpr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/128341280043593750meccacatizpr.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not funny. Not clever. Not witty.. Not cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, perhaps.. It's not even English. But some pathetic derivative that people have developed over the past few years and somehow incorporated into their daily internet lives. I regret stumbling upon this immensely. Whoever started Lolspeak.. Shame on you. I fucking HATE you for making me want to vomit in my mouth every time I check up on Fail Blog (full of laughs unfortunately) or other guilty pleasures of the language impaired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really, really hate you, ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-7132269074852638034?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/7132269074852638034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=7132269074852638034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/7132269074852638034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/7132269074852638034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-gross.html' title='This is gross'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-8585172655581760137</id><published>2009-03-24T13:03:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:15:45.603+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.breathingearth.net/"&gt;Pretty rad site.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia at 1:11pm, 24th March 09:&lt;br /&gt;Population: 21, 098, 038.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Person Dies Every: 3.7&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1 Person Born Every: 2 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1,000 tonnes of CO2 emitted every: 1.4 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;CO2 emitted per person: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18.17 tonnes&lt;/span&gt; per year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US Carbon Emissions: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1,000 tonnes every 5.3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seconds&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fucked&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-8585172655581760137?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/8585172655581760137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=8585172655581760137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8585172655581760137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8585172655581760137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/03/breathing-earth.html' title='Breathing Earth'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-3671428731396781596</id><published>2009-03-13T19:48:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T13:47:12.129+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My best friend gave me the best advice&lt;br /&gt;He said each day's a gift and not a given right&lt;br /&gt;Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind&lt;br /&gt;And try to take the path less traveled by&lt;br /&gt;That first step you take is the longest stride&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-3671428731396781596?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/3671428731396781596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=3671428731396781596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/3671428731396781596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/3671428731396781596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-best-friend-gave-me-best-advice-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-7605802935227837875</id><published>2009-03-12T16:55:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:15:24.704+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I want in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shop.lomography.com/products/ddk_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 318px;" src="http://shop.lomography.com/products/ddk_a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SbimJF-oO0I/AAAAAAAAAco/MeDazq2deBU/s1600-h/burnout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SbimJF-oO0I/AAAAAAAAAco/MeDazq2deBU/s400/burnout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312178435637394242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SbimgMvR9CI/AAAAAAAAAcw/t2WxVPQVQdw/s1600-h/DSCF8557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SbimgMvR9CI/AAAAAAAAAcw/t2WxVPQVQdw/s400/DSCF8557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312178832589059106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check out the sweet marks I leave.. Yeah that's right, bitches don't fuck with meee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One outta three aint bad, am I right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-7605802935227837875?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/7605802935227837875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=7605802935227837875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/7605802935227837875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/7605802935227837875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-want-in-life.html' title='Things I want in life'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SbimJF-oO0I/AAAAAAAAAco/MeDazq2deBU/s72-c/burnout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-6971058908184286230</id><published>2009-03-12T14:03:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:21:55.665+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter this, Bitches.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is why I don't have Twitter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;930pm: Sauce on Rice.. My fave!! &lt;a href="http://www.milneroo.com/"&gt;Best boyfriend evurr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10pm-ish: LOL. Gay guy at the Mobil.. So gross, but I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1001: Not as much as youuuuu..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1am-ish: Chillin with the boyf in the crib on the whatever side of Hamilton I'm at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130am-ish: Watching The Office.. LAWLS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2am-ish: Awesome.. How do you spell Sauce-ome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3am-ish: Going to sleep next to my amazing boyfriend. Naww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;530: Ahh!! Just woke up to my mum going to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;630: Omg just went to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;635: Brushing teeth in time for morning kisses!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;645: Kentucky totes just like, got heaps spooked and didn't know who I was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;646: Naww now he keeps sneezing.. Poor baby!! Going back to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am-ish: Boyfriend's alarm just went off.. Really don't want him to leave!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;820: I miss you baby!! See you tonight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1227pm: Mum is calling.. Totally don't want to pick up haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1236: Just got the sweetest message ever!! I have the best boyfriend in the WORLD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123: Ok I should probably pick up, and wake up and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;136: So glad I woke up, just got a call from boyfriend doing trolleys.. So cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140: Oh, Kentucky is sneezing everywhere!! I want to cryyyyy :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;145pm-ish: Setting up the net, so painful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2pm-ish: Heating up leftover Sauce On Rice.. Kinda glad boyfriend doesn't eat much now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;201: Haha.. Yummmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;210-ish: Checking emails.. Facebook.. Cryspace.. Lalala.. Talk to meee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;213: &lt;a href="http://youngmachetemafia.blogspot.com/2009/03/coming-up-again-spend-spend-spend.html"&gt;So wish I had a job&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;215: What the hell am I even doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;217: &lt;a href="http://www.dirtywordsofdaringlives.blogspot.com/"&gt;God I hate Twitter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-6971058908184286230?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/6971058908184286230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=6971058908184286230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/6971058908184286230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/6971058908184286230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/03/twitter-this-bitches.html' title='Twitter this, Bitches.'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-1536942131020036179</id><published>2009-03-10T20:05:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:25:42.963+11:00</updated><title type='text'>TamaGOTCHA!!</title><content type='html'>That was sooo lame, Temika.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, &lt;a href="http://www.milneroo.com/"&gt;the boyf&lt;/a&gt; and I went to get some snaps developed today, and look what we picked up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SbYw6I5qlrI/AAAAAAAAAcg/HiGeCbIsw-k/s1600-h/DSCF8576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SbYw6I5qlrI/AAAAAAAAAcg/HiGeCbIsw-k/s400/DSCF8576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311486585909974706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too cute, until something vomitted on my pixellated family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make an excellent addition to my already crowded key chain =) Plus, it has a chimney.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-1536942131020036179?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/1536942131020036179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=1536942131020036179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/1536942131020036179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/1536942131020036179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/03/tamagotcha.html' title='TamaGOTCHA!!'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SbYw6I5qlrI/AAAAAAAAAcg/HiGeCbIsw-k/s72-c/DSCF8576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-429825936110569496</id><published>2009-03-10T14:15:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:17:06.917+11:00</updated><title type='text'>How did it come to this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.classicbargainz.com/Images/itallionstallion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 496px; height: 342px;" src="http://www.classicbargainz.com/Images/itallionstallion.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trailer for this is so rad, how could I not want it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60s &amp;amp; 70s porn. Loving that shit to pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-429825936110569496?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/429825936110569496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=429825936110569496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/429825936110569496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/429825936110569496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-did-it-come-to-this.html' title='How did it come to this?'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-2585103092755855797</id><published>2009-03-09T16:31:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:29:02.856+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I want you so bad, it's driving me mad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dirtywordsofdaringlives.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SbTSEmng17I/AAAAAAAAAb4/5s88VD5MwyQ/s400/DSCF8561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311100837104244658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a side effect of the &lt;a href="http://www.dirtywordsofdaringlives.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cocaine&lt;/a&gt;, I am thinking it must be &lt;a href="http://www.dirtywordsofdaringlives.blogspot.com/"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-2585103092755855797?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/2585103092755855797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=2585103092755855797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/2585103092755855797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/2585103092755855797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-you-so-bad-its-driving-me-mad.html' title='I want you so bad, it&apos;s driving me mad.'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SbTSEmng17I/AAAAAAAAAb4/5s88VD5MwyQ/s72-c/DSCF8561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-5494368850162469104</id><published>2009-03-03T17:57:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:59:17.249+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity is Envious</title><content type='html'>Jade made a blog. And so far, from the one entry she's hit up.. It's pretty fuckin rad!!&lt;br /&gt;So, go check that shit haaaard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stupidityisenvious.blogspot.com"&gt;Stupidity is Envious&lt;/a&gt;. Of course =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-5494368850162469104?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/5494368850162469104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=5494368850162469104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/5494368850162469104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/5494368850162469104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupidity-is-envious.html' title='Stupidity is Envious'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-7231722076246714934</id><published>2009-03-03T12:48:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:50:52.740+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Surprises</title><content type='html'>So, I'm working on a new blog and shit..&lt;br /&gt;It's clearer, and cleaner and just all round better than this one.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll keep on writing on this one about shitty stuff like Skins and what I ate for lunch and why I'm angry at my mum.. But making fresh starts are nice, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;a href="http://www.dirtywordsofdaringlives.blogspot.com"&gt;go check it out&lt;/a&gt;. I would like you to and stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-7231722076246714934?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/7231722076246714934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=7231722076246714934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/7231722076246714934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/7231722076246714934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/03/secret-surprises.html' title='Secret Surprises'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-8624769774202383725</id><published>2009-03-03T11:19:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:26:56.488+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lying on the floor, writing love notes in my head.</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh. But&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; actual&lt;/span&gt; writing gets me down right now, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely better at it at 2am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-8624769774202383725?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/8624769774202383725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=8624769774202383725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8624769774202383725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8624769774202383725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/03/lying-on-floor-writing-love-notes-in-my.html' title='Lying on the floor, writing love notes in my head.'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-8475422424013131052</id><published>2009-03-02T18:01:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:07:53.807+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My world exists in that space between dreams and waking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://strany.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SauE5N9N8UI/AAAAAAAAAbE/UP_E-V5xHQY/s400/01f95095f563477d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308482704320098626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those split seconds when a person has a foot in both worlds. Light like the first rays of twilight filtering through a curtain when even the dust seems to glitter with some sort of hidden purpose or meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The language of stillness. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solitary sound of your own footsteps echoing down the streets of a deserted city. And on every building the flickering image of a silent film like faded memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I need to remember just to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;breathe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-8475422424013131052?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/8475422424013131052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=8475422424013131052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8475422424013131052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8475422424013131052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-world-exists-in-that-space-between.html' title='My world exists in that space between dreams and waking.'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SauE5N9N8UI/AAAAAAAAAbE/UP_E-V5xHQY/s72-c/01f95095f563477d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-3675933251608698276</id><published>2009-03-01T14:41:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:09:58.601+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we retreat. Hot coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold brandy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obviously conducting ourselves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afternoons.'/><title type='text'>You're Only Confident In Your Insecurities</title><content type='html'>Something really frightening happened to me this morning.&lt;br /&gt;The same rush of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt; and adrenaline soared through me, as when you hear terrible news. Like someone has died, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you have a black spot on your brain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;First, your mouth goes dry. Your ears block up, you don't want to listen to a single word anyone has to say. The room goes dark, you can only concentrate on what is directly in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;All you can hear is the intense &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beating&lt;/span&gt; of your own heart, painfully loud &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rips&lt;/span&gt; of your lungs- inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale; the muffled sounds of people trying to reach you in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you manage to find a distraction through your tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I couldn't find a distraction. There was nothing to distract me. The only other person in the house was on the phone talking about mangroves, and I'd done everything I wanted to do this morning already. I was trapped within my own insecurities. Shit. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have no way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything came out at once. After biting my tongue for what seemed like forever, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything rolled off it like smooth, cold ice&lt;/span&gt;. Each word I spoke, I regretted immensely. But stopping seemed pointless. I was halfway gone to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;complete insanity&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rationality&lt;/span&gt; was over the fucking hills and far, far away by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, God.&lt;/span&gt; What have I said? What did I ask for, knowing that all this paranoid nonsense was tapping on the back of my teeth? I didn't care. I wanted to find out. I wanted to see what you thought, what you said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what you needed to say&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to hear it from you, and I don't even know why. Because after I knew, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it killed me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You broke down my defences. I took a massive blow to the back of the head, and on impact, vomited up everything I had tried so hard to keep down. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm striving to be more than you&lt;/span&gt;, to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; for him, to be exactly what I really am without the falling back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth hurts, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my truth hurts me&lt;/span&gt;. I am scared of being scared. I am tired, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am foolish&lt;/span&gt;. But I am more than capable of loving someone more than I ever loved myself, and with my entire heart, soul, body, mind. I will not do him wrong. I will not cause him pain. I will not let him down. In my dreams, I will never stand a chance against you. But in my mind, I will always hope that I am wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-3675933251608698276?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/3675933251608698276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=3675933251608698276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/3675933251608698276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/3675933251608698276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-only-confident-in-your.html' title='You&apos;re Only Confident In Your Insecurities'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-287177131778923458</id><published>2009-02-27T15:00:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:11:31.453+11:00</updated><title type='text'>SKINS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/Sadndz-fc4I/AAAAAAAAAas/ara2c8B9N_c/s1600-h/naomi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/Sadndz-fc4I/AAAAAAAAAas/ara2c8B9N_c/s400/naomi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307324447745602434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 3 is so awesome. I am kicking myself for ever doubting it.&lt;br /&gt;I love it so much!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-287177131778923458?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/287177131778923458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=287177131778923458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/287177131778923458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/287177131778923458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/skins.html' title='SKINS'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/Sadndz-fc4I/AAAAAAAAAas/ara2c8B9N_c/s72-c/naomi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-5450405180035874814</id><published>2009-02-26T15:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:57:51.737+11:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Stoner Who Works At Cottage Inn Pizza</title><content type='html'>You: the guy who answers the phone at cottage inn pizza&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hungry and stoned out of my gourd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called you from my cell phone but had completely forgot who I was calling by the time you answered the phone. Of course, you were also baked to bajeezus and forgot to tell me that I had called Cottage Inn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you answered and said, “Whatsup?” I thought about it, and after a 20 second pause I told you that was hungry. You suggested I try a pizza, and I agreed that it was probably a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked you if you sold pizza and you said that you could make me one. I said I wanted anchovies and something else on my pizza. You asked me what that something else was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent five minutes listing toppings until we figured out that I was trying to remember how to say: “Sun dried Tomatoes.” When you said: “We'll bake that right up for you,” we both started laughing uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the best pizza I ever had; I just wanted to thank you for helping me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love craigslist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- START CLTAGS --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-5450405180035874814?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/5450405180035874814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=5450405180035874814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/5450405180035874814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/5450405180035874814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-stoner-who-works-at-cottage-inn.html' title='To The Stoner Who Works At Cottage Inn Pizza'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-4644940733637966792</id><published>2009-02-24T16:31:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:10:21.842+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Waging War to Shake the Poet and the Beat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SakLhCoXdSI/AAAAAAAAAa0/qH-bBKXRODE/s1600-h/lolita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SakLhCoXdSI/AAAAAAAAAa0/qH-bBKXRODE/s400/lolita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307786298102609186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totes can't wait. I've only read the first page, but oh golly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vladimir Nabokov's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lolita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is a dark and daring story of obsessive love and transgression. Humbert Humbert's lust for his pubescent step-daughter, Lolita, shocked readers when it was first published in the 1950s; yet the novel was also celebrated for its beautifully lyrical wiritng. Almost fifty years after its first publication, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lolita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; remains a powerful tale of perversion and love gone wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duuuuuude. So excited. Everything Is Illuminated next, saweet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I have a &lt;a href="http://www.milneroo.com"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/a&gt;. I am so happy =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-4644940733637966792?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/4644940733637966792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=4644940733637966792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/4644940733637966792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/4644940733637966792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/waging-war-to-shake-poet-and-beat.html' title='Waging War to Shake the Poet and the Beat'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SakLhCoXdSI/AAAAAAAAAa0/qH-bBKXRODE/s72-c/lolita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-2652188902244327772</id><published>2009-02-23T20:03:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:08:15.504+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexiest thing in the entire world ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Only-Night-VINYL-Kings-Leon/dp/B001DF6GVS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1235379853&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SaJnLvtnNFI/AAAAAAAAAak/0JMaXswXpGM/s400/41B-LLQoB-L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305916762479866962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyperpic motherfuckers. Click that shit for awesome vinyl. Sounds like orgasm to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-2652188902244327772?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/2652188902244327772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=2652188902244327772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/2652188902244327772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/2652188902244327772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/sexiest-thing-in-entire-world-ever.html' title='Sexiest thing in the entire world ever'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SaJnLvtnNFI/AAAAAAAAAak/0JMaXswXpGM/s72-c/41B-LLQoB-L._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-7969940754681480290</id><published>2009-02-22T18:08:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:17:36.586+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah, I love her so</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone comes at once these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. That's what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I only have eyes for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-7969940754681480290?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/7969940754681480290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=7969940754681480290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/7969940754681480290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/7969940754681480290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/hallelujah-i-love-her-so.html' title='Hallelujah, I love her so'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-1299940428117340989</id><published>2009-02-22T04:12:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T04:22:31.740+11:00</updated><title type='text'>LUCKIEST QUIZ EVER</title><content type='html'>My iPod has the GREATEST SHUFFLE IN THE WORLD!!&lt;br /&gt;Either that.. Or the person who wrote this quiz is a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking my iPod is just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your ZUNE/iPod/MP3 Player/etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 friends who might enjoy doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She Wants It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Does Your Mother Know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Burnin' Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Who The Fuck Taught You Snaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Baby, You Wouldn't Last A Minute On The Creek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT IS TWO PLUS TWO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wake Up, Open the Door, and Escape to the Sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can't Seem To Make You Mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Breathless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Fuck You (Murder, Murder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Touch My Body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Been A Long Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;. (Wow. That was.. Boring to say the least.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; She's Lost Control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Shitty Future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Unwanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A Certain Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mmmbop&lt;/span&gt;. (It's funny because it's truuuuue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I Don't Like Mondays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I Think I'm Paranoid&lt;/span&gt; (Seriously this quiz is fucking insane-o man!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All The Young Dudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Suicide &amp;amp; Redemption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; How Silent We've Become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Nosebleed Section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Actually. I will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;post this as&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Nosebleed Section, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but I did on Facebook =) Enjoy!! Best quiz everrr.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-1299940428117340989?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/1299940428117340989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=1299940428117340989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/1299940428117340989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/1299940428117340989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/luckiest-quiz-ever.html' title='LUCKIEST QUIZ EVER'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-7858638965346807936</id><published>2009-02-21T13:26:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:48:22.380+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Hold Your Hand.</title><content type='html'>My throat won't stop making noises, I have dreams about the way you make me want to fall deeper and deeper asleep, laying in your arms. I love how you do your hair. I love how your hair looks when you haven't done it. You are so mean to me, but secretly I like it, because you're always super nice to me afterwards. Hoorah!! I love super chill hangs with you. Nothing is awkward and hugs are mandatory. Always. I love double swinging with you.. I love jumping through swings with you. I love synchronised swinging with you.. I love normal swinging with you!! I would rather sit on a grass hill in New Lambton with you for hours than be any where else in the entire world. Being close to you, feeling how warm you are against my skin, is better than any drug I've never taken. You make me happy like no one else can. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just that into you.&lt;/span&gt;&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/7263351846514635509-7858638965346807936?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/7858638965346807936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=7858638965346807936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/7858638965346807936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/7858638965346807936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-want-to-hold-your-hand.html' title='I Want To Hold Your Hand.'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-8804324184873798635</id><published>2009-02-20T14:30:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:47:33.136+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I met the love of my life last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mtv.com/content/style/winter2005a/images/flipbooks/trl_guestbook/justin_long_8.10_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 365px;" src="http://www.mtv.com/content/style/winter2005a/images/flipbooks/trl_guestbook/justin_long_8.10_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Went to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/span&gt; with a ruule good friend of mine who is really rad and stuff.. Seriously, that movie had the most attractive cast ever. And every time J Long spoke I just wanted to melt into the seat next to me. He may not be Brad Pitt, but he's pretty cute. And that voice is to diiiiie for. There's something about creepy men in dark alleys that totally just gets me hawtt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went driving.. Drove basically to my house, then back to Charlestown.. Then back to my house.. For no real apparent reason.. Went to The Kent and had a LEMON LIME &amp;amp; BITTERS MAWFUCKA!! Best non-alcoholic drink ever.. Saw Courtney!! And what the fuck was that about!! Because I was talking about her for some heaps cool reason.. And yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is with the "smoking room" there, may I just add? It's like.. A fucking basement outdoors.. Aircons and shit right above your fucking head.. Not cool man. Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! And then we walked to the park!! And we were there for like, 2 hours while my mum was freaking out still thinking I'd caught a bus home and been raped or kidnapped or something.. I'm beginning to feel a little bad about that, but hey. All in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We line danced.. And swung on the swangs.. And syncronised swang.. (Is that the past tense for awesome?) And did like, awesome hand claps.. And just lay there and talked lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the best night I've had for as long as I can remember. So I can't wait to hang again some time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrillaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-8804324184873798635?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/8804324184873798635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=8804324184873798635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8804324184873798635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8804324184873798635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-met-love-of-my-life-last-night.html' title='I met the love of my life last night'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-3939247317923527046</id><published>2009-02-19T14:13:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T14:37:19.859+11:00</updated><title type='text'>On your Best Behaviour</title><content type='html'>Definitely have to be to earn enough to get these pants.. Especially if you're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unemployed&lt;/span&gt;. Best Behaviour made these grey silk Harem pants. And everyone knows I fucking want them. It shows my Sportsgirl pants for what they really are. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SZzTRQVfT7I/AAAAAAAAAac/EDpIBbTeubw/s1600-h/7d60fe74d17caa5229669eae7a72bff6.image.330x426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SZzTRQVfT7I/AAAAAAAAAac/EDpIBbTeubw/s400/7d60fe74d17caa5229669eae7a72bff6.image.330x426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304346754531938226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pixiemarket.com/store/greysilkharempants-p-686.html?zenid=1a53af5cbb59c6307459746547624eba"&gt;Fucking awesome&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-3939247317923527046?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/3939247317923527046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=3939247317923527046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/3939247317923527046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/3939247317923527046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/people-are-bitches.html' title='On your Best Behaviour'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SZzTRQVfT7I/AAAAAAAAAac/EDpIBbTeubw/s72-c/7d60fe74d17caa5229669eae7a72bff6.image.330x426.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-8060275579922941286</id><published>2009-02-18T20:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:18:52.386+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me, call me, call me..</title><content type='html'>Tell me that you need me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-8060275579922941286?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/8060275579922941286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=8060275579922941286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8060275579922941286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8060275579922941286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/call-me-call-me-call-me.html' title='Call me, call me, call me..'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-665841000236114863</id><published>2009-02-18T13:15:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:42:35.519+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack.. Jack I can't move my legs Jack..</title><content type='html'>I don't actually think that that's a line from Titanic, but it sounds like something Kate Winslet would say, as her boyf lay dead in her arms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also sounds like something I would say after walking from Hamilton, to like.. Waratahish, to Broadmeadow, to New Lambton hey.. In thongs, mostly, and also in the rain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney and I had a mad fucking adventure yesterday. Hung out at her mums work and got dusty as heck moving furniture, then ate Darby's on a fancy pants table. We went to go to church, and it was closed!! We were like.. Are they even allowed to do that?! It was inconvenient to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY FUCKING GOODNESS. Who knew bathrooms and tiles and lighting could be so fun? Well, we did, that why we went silently apeshit in there.. But flip. Amazing amazing amazing tiles hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping in New Lambton, Courtney bought this pretty rad dress, which at first I was like mmm.. I'm partial. But now it's cool. She makes things look good, I guess that's why I like it more. Stylish as fuck. So jel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! And I rubbed my eye like I always do, and it blew up like a fucking balloon!! What the fuck is that shit?! Last night I had a dream that it started bleeding and my mum didn't even care. (In case you don't know, if your eye starts bleeding, you're pretty much gonna fucking die.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my day. And because I walked so far yesterday (It was far considering I never walk ok little health freaks?) I'm paying the price now. Can't fucking walk at all. Oh well, all the better to lounge around my dear!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've had &lt;a href="http://www.milneroo.com"&gt;Milney's writer's block&lt;/a&gt; for the last couple of months, that why my blog is so shit. I'll try to make an effort soon, yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-665841000236114863?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/665841000236114863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=665841000236114863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/665841000236114863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/665841000236114863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/jack-jack-i-cant-move-my-legs-jack.html' title='Jack.. Jack I can&apos;t move my legs Jack..'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-6849926045219957973</id><published>2009-02-17T23:41:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:50:01.867+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever met an Indian named Miguel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just wanted to say I admire your confidence, y'know, with the tights and the umbrella.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's raining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well confidence is very attractive, I think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you mind if I walk with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're going to anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Miguel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're Indian. What gives. People get off on the strangest fucking things these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nice to meet you. Are you seeing anyone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wowzer Miguel. Smooth as fucking silk right there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miguel seemed to be just that into me.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for him.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm working&lt;/span&gt; the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that can mean so many different things to so many different people though, can't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-6849926045219957973?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/6849926045219957973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=6849926045219957973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/6849926045219957973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/6849926045219957973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/ever-met-indian-named-miguel.html' title='Ever met an Indian named Miguel?'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-1422752925221623769</id><published>2009-02-15T19:28:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:54:37.381+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Is anyone watching So You Think You Can Dance right now?</title><content type='html'>How much do I want Natalie Bassingthwaite's dress?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a million muches. If it was like.. $50, I would borrow some dosh off mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO. Courtney--Talia's mum made her tutus as a kid and you totally saw one. Anyway. It made me think of that lady in our TAFE class last year that bought in that fucking THING with all the glitter glue on it lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it, especially if you're white. Tips galore!! *backflip*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-1422752925221623769?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/1422752925221623769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=1422752925221623769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/1422752925221623769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/1422752925221623769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-anyone-watching-so-you-think-you-can.html' title='Is anyone watching So You Think You Can Dance right now?'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-8700737666990385805</id><published>2009-02-13T17:52:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:49:08.261+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacking sleep, I don't want to watch this screen with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SZUYsc-BmZI/AAAAAAAAAaU/uTAkLLSqwPU/s1600-h/seagull1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SZUYsc-BmZI/AAAAAAAAAaU/uTAkLLSqwPU/s400/seagull1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302171288268282258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in Melbourne in March and in the mood for a chill, go see them =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/seagullmusic"&gt;Seagull on MySpace&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whothehell.net"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Who The Bloody Hell Are They?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-8700737666990385805?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/8700737666990385805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=8700737666990385805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8700737666990385805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8700737666990385805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/lacking-sleep-i-dont-want-to-watch-this.html' title='Lacking sleep, I don&apos;t want to watch this screen with you.'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SZUYsc-BmZI/AAAAAAAAAaU/uTAkLLSqwPU/s72-c/seagull1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-1298351503568174077</id><published>2009-02-12T21:42:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:13:23.349+11:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK YOU, THURSDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SZP9XHt_7SI/AAAAAAAAAaM/SeXmz3zuAqw/s1600-h/hes+just+not+that+into+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SZP9XHt_7SI/AAAAAAAAAaM/SeXmz3zuAqw/s400/hes+just+not+that+into+you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301859759996005666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is a fucking douche nozzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I just went shopping with my mum. She wouldn't let me quit detox so I chucked a tantrum (yes, no lies here) started crying, speaking loudly about how she's starving me all day and how if she thought I was fat all she had to do was say, she didn't have to cut out wheat, dairy, meat, vegetables, juice, basically everything.. And all these people were staring down at her.. So she was like FINE TEMIKA. GO AND GET SOME FUCKING FRANKFURTS lol. And then I was like.. No, because if I get them you're going to be shitty at me and it's a catch 22!! And yeah. Had a big argument and turns out I'm still on detox. Mother fucking con. Literally, my mother is a fucking con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cold is it? For realsies?! It's like fucking winter up in here!! I slept with 2 doonas and like, 3 blanket things that my great gran knitted me last night. Maybe that's why I had crazy dreams about the King of Spades. Too hot for my own good ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that.. Still crying over this piss weak book. Fo sheezy. But like, dude. This is making me lose sleep and shit. Cry and stuff. I am burning this book tomorrow. If anyone wants to come, then feel free to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck I hate Thursday. It's cold, I'm starving and I'm crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-1298351503568174077?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/1298351503568174077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=1298351503568174077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/1298351503568174077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/1298351503568174077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/fuck-you-thursday.html' title='FUCK YOU, THURSDAY'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SZP9XHt_7SI/AAAAAAAAAaM/SeXmz3zuAqw/s72-c/hes+just+not+that+into+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-4072166880606594001</id><published>2009-02-12T16:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:44:23.526+11:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Just Not That Into You</title><content type='html'>Fucking worst book in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see the movie, because seriously, if I had a blindfold, I would melt all over Justin Long and his husky, husky voice. And because of it's hyped "all star cast" etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got the book along with my first boyfriend, I suppose so I didn't get shattered when I broke up with him and he begged me to come to his house and watch Jackass.. Never read it!! I think that was a fairly wise decision on my part. Fuck you, Hollywood!! Why did you make me read this book!!?! A few chapter names..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch. 2: He's Just Not That Into You If He's Not Calling You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch. 4: He's Just Not That Into You If He's Not Having Sex With You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch. 7: He's Just Not That Into You If He Doesn't Want To Marry You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch. 11: He's Just Not That Into You If He's a Selfish Jerk, a Bully or a Really Big Freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, soo.. people with no credit, Christians, casual daters or selfish people aren't allowed to have feelings? Golly, this book is so stupid!! And it totally made me feel shit about myself too, which I really fucking need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For realsies, I would write out some of the stuff but it just makes me want to cry. They're asking women to be so fucking needy and now I feel really self conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, to the guy I've been not-dating for the last month, can you call me? Because apparently I'm in a one-sided relationship, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're just not that into me&lt;/span&gt;. And fo sheezy, I'm supposed to realise that and be happy.. (??) But if I realise that I'm gonna cry something chronic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Greg Behrendt and Liz Tuccillo.  &lt;/span&gt;Half a fucking star.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-4072166880606594001?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/4072166880606594001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=4072166880606594001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/4072166880606594001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/4072166880606594001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='He&apos;s Just Not That Into You'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-3034522713966290465</id><published>2009-02-12T15:05:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:07:17.815+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Barack Paper Scissors</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eeH4sXraeoE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eeH4sXraeoE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you now.. It's the funniest fucking thing I've ever done. And it's fo sheezy the most rewarding. Like a digital Choose Your Own Adventure book!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-3034522713966290465?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/3034522713966290465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=3034522713966290465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/3034522713966290465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/3034522713966290465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/barack-paper-scissors.html' title='Barack Paper Scissors'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-4071732209678161687</id><published>2009-02-12T00:12:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:51:31.903+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys in Suits make me WET</title><content type='html'>IF YOU HAVE VISTAR:&lt;br /&gt;1. Play Solitaire with the following settings: Classic Deck, red felt. (Because red felt makes you feel nice where it matters)&lt;br /&gt;2. When the King of Spades and the Jack of Clubs come up.. Get yo fucking drool on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I couldn't believe it!! These cards are now my new fantasy!! I totally get it now why 30 year old men get all happy when they see pixies and shit on their x box or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. They're fucking hot as man. Next costume party I am so getting someone to dress up as King of Spades. And they will do it, because they know that they're gonna get laaaaaaid if they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SZLQus7Wf8I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/CjEHqTuG9OM/s1600-h/jack+of+clubs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SZLQus7Wf8I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/CjEHqTuG9OM/s400/jack+of+clubs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301529212121153474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SZLQut-ZfpI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/cj4AL1DniO0/s1600-h/kings+of+spades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SZLQut-ZfpI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/cj4AL1DniO0/s400/kings+of+spades.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301529212402368146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh King Of Spades.. You are so rugged and masculine.. Authority and domination seeps through your pixelated pores..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;+++ EDIT +++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys will go gaga over Queen of Clubs me thinks. Doesn't she look like she has a tight little virgin ass? (Erotica Plus fuck you!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SZOAi_HPFBI/AAAAAAAAAaE/KhULyswZ9cg/s1600-h/queen+of+clubs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SZOAi_HPFBI/AAAAAAAAAaE/KhULyswZ9cg/s400/queen+of+clubs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301722524890895378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-4071732209678161687?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/4071732209678161687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=4071732209678161687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/4071732209678161687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/4071732209678161687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/boys-in-suits-make-me-wet.html' title='Boys in Suits make me WET'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SZLQus7Wf8I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/CjEHqTuG9OM/s72-c/jack+of+clubs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-4026765867244530563</id><published>2009-02-11T23:13:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:14:52.771+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Do it like you know you want to</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eightysixkillers.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SZLBDQUAhUI/AAAAAAAAAZs/9_gwm663bZQ/s400/n792380220_5818343_5559.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301511973031150914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock a fella. Click the pick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-4026765867244530563?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/4026765867244530563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=4026765867244530563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/4026765867244530563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/4026765867244530563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-it-like-you-know-you-want-to.html' title='Do it like you know you want to'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SZLBDQUAhUI/AAAAAAAAAZs/9_gwm663bZQ/s72-c/n792380220_5818343_5559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-6995202815618971427</id><published>2009-02-11T14:09:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:11:41.927+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Koalas are Kewl</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/do9AoKyjjQg&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/do9AoKyjjQg&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping here for some victory to the Victorians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-6995202815618971427?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/6995202815618971427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=6995202815618971427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/6995202815618971427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/6995202815618971427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/koalas-are-kewl.html' title='Koalas are Kewl'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-3589628478968224786</id><published>2009-02-11T13:44:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:47:59.996+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Detox Aint So Bad</title><content type='html'>And neither was the overly cheeeeesy/mayonaissy/baconny/bbqy pizza people ate last night. Head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.thisiswhyyourefat.com/"&gt;This Is Why You're Fat&lt;/a&gt; and see some truly heart-wrenching meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Is Why You're Fat-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where Dreams become Heart Attacks.&lt;/span&gt; I liked that lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-3589628478968224786?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/3589628478968224786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=3589628478968224786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/3589628478968224786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/3589628478968224786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/detox-aint-so-bad.html' title='Detox Aint So Bad'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-4362479155950339400</id><published>2009-02-10T23:29:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:41:17.328+11:00</updated><title type='text'>In times of chaos</title><content type='html'>I crumble and die. True story. I wish I could have wisened up a little tonight and taken in-the-making shots of the &lt;a href="http://www.eightysixkillers.com"&gt;eighty six killers&lt;/a&gt; photo shoot thing that went down in Courtney's lounge room, but instead I just sat in the corner clinging to Owen for some well needed comfort. (Oh by the way, mum it was a legit photo shoot. No crack at all. I can see why you may have had your suspicions.. But for reals. No crack.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me paint you a mental picture, because I fail at the digital ones:&lt;br /&gt;16 people, all semi naked&lt;br /&gt;Props galore, masks a plenty&lt;br /&gt;Body paint all over the joint (house joint not drug joint)&lt;br /&gt;924 shots by a very impressive photographer&lt;br /&gt;Stinky Owen for a real long time, cutie none the less&lt;br /&gt;Heaps of pizza. Really, really cheezy pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a rad night, even if I was just praying for life around a bunch of half naked cool kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, didn't even take one single photo to stick up here. For all y'alls know, I could be totally making this whole thing up. Yeah I've been sittin in my room all fucking night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies, I'm pretty sure one thing was on crack, and that was Elsie's dog.&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck man, what the fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-4362479155950339400?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/4362479155950339400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=4362479155950339400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/4362479155950339400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/4362479155950339400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-times-of-chaos.html' title='In times of chaos'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-4643204653577088642</id><published>2009-02-08T18:58:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:01:51.045+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Detox day 1</title><content type='html'>Breakfast: Banana and strawberry smoothie with LSA mix and rice milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: Cheated. Sauce on rice. Was so so hungry and wanted it so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack: Rice bread wrap with avocado, lettuce and beetroot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: Roast chicken with baked vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I am looking forward to dinner.. I am so fucking hungry it's not funny. I have 13 days of this bullshit to go. It's not even worth it, for realsies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigarettes: 9.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-4643204653577088642?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/4643204653577088642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=4643204653577088642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/4643204653577088642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/4643204653577088642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/detox-day-1.html' title='Detox day 1'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-8731419277640070796</id><published>2009-02-06T23:48:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T11:46:33.817+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Aww man..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am obsessed with quizzes and shit. Seriously, if you're my friend on MySpace.. I really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; apologise for clogging up your bulletin space. I love quizzes. They rule my life. Unfortunately.. I don't think I know 7 people with blogs that I can pass on the chain thing to!! Plus, reading through &lt;a href="http://www.youngmachetemafia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss. Awesome&lt;/a&gt;'s I realised.. These are all things that I would put as my answers!! This will definitely be tricky. In saying that.. I do love a challenge ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Even in winter, I sleep with the fan on. Sure I sleep with 4 doonas.. But there's a nice fresh breeze flowing across my face to keep me regulated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I want a scorpion. I know where you can get them. I won't tell you because I don't want you to go and buy them all so I'll go there and be like "yo dawg can I have a you-know-what" and they'll be like "yo man get the fuck outta my office. We don't sell nona that shit any more." And I will have just made a stern enemy with the people at Allen's Pet Shop Kotara because you bought all their scorpions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) I hate my father for valid reasons. There are great qualities I wish I could bring out in him.. But I barely speak to this man, and when I do he controls me like we interact everyday. I try to live my life answering to 3 figures: God, myself, and the law. Unfortunately, my father &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; the law. I hate that I can have such little respect for the person that gave me life. But shit. He is a fucking asshole. And so is that trophy piece he married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) I want to make cupcakes professionally. I make a fucking meannn cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My entire life is a novelty item. I exist for novelty items. Plastic budgies, pet ferrets, wind up rabbits, Everything A Teenage Boy Should Know.. Shit man, I'm no teenage boy.. I don't own a garden.. I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; Kentucky..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I just enjoy the novelty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I am afraid of my own indecision, because I know that it will hurt me one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I'm staying in Newcastle on a chance. A hope. A prayer. I know that I will fuck it up eventually.. But hopefully by that time I'll be long gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am the master of packing up and fucking off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So uhh.. Here are the like, 2 people I could think of.. But if those 2 people do this, then you have to name 7. Don't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.milneroo.com/"&gt;Milney&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://justaflashinthepants.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sheree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Share seven facts about yourself in the post&lt;br /&gt;Link to your original tagger and list these rules in your post.&lt;br /&gt;Tag seven people at the end of your post by leaving their names and the links to their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;Let them know they’ve been tagged.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-8731419277640070796?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/8731419277640070796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=8731419277640070796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8731419277640070796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8731419277640070796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/aww-man.html' title='Aww man..'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-8644695872324168205</id><published>2009-02-06T15:09:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:14:07.883+11:00</updated><title type='text'>More than ever, hour after- Our work is never over</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KpavJ5b32UY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KpavJ5b32UY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, amirite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for all the vids and cutting off the side stuff etc.. But dude. Anyone who has been in the car with me and my iPod connector knows that this is the first song I go to. So naturally this is very, very cool for me.&lt;br /&gt;Also, check out Daft Hands. 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Funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-8363079031329876333?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/8363079031329876333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=8363079031329876333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8363079031329876333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8363079031329876333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/bathroom-fiend.html' title='Bathroom Fiend'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-2394117759469208551</id><published>2009-02-05T15:25:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:51:07.047+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Craft Group</title><content type='html'>I want one. But not like the one my mum made a few years back (The Craft Coven or some shit like that)&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking shit that you will use. Not crocheting daisies to sew on the scarf you are knitting for your niece. MUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I am pretty keen on craft group if anyone wants to join.. Make some friends that sort of shit.. I'll probably rake in some recruits in other places, I just figured you guys were all the craftiest of crafty foxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.eckersleys.com.au/"&gt;Eckersley's&lt;/a&gt;. Fuck it's rad. As in.. Move over Officeworks, this is possibly the gnarliest place I've ever been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SYpwJ-NU8CI/AAAAAAAAAZk/8pvGiAtqKi4/s1600-h/best+ever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SYpwJ-NU8CI/AAAAAAAAAZk/8pvGiAtqKi4/s400/best+ever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299171228174839842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-2394117759469208551?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/2394117759469208551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=2394117759469208551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/2394117759469208551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/2394117759469208551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/craft-group.html' title='Craft Group'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SYpwJ-NU8CI/AAAAAAAAAZk/8pvGiAtqKi4/s72-c/best+ever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-8691744353693395224</id><published>2009-02-04T14:31:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:46:39.687+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Round peg.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, that's me, chingaling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder why I do things. Why I let people do things to me, why I set out to make my life as pointless, yet dramatic, as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. Let's be friends. I'll leech off how cool you are until something more intriguing comes along. Milney has stickers, Courtney has sass, Luca has everything, Sophie has everything, you have a cool name and I am just waiting for something to happen that will change my life completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing that is really.. Me. Everything I have in life are bits plucked from the people around me. I lack all substance. And I can tell you now. I fucking HATE it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-8691744353693395224?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/8691744353693395224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=8691744353693395224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8691744353693395224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8691744353693395224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/round-peg.html' title='Round peg.'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-1978510034807689550</id><published>2009-02-02T22:34:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:40:06.296+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Merry Birthday Babies</title><content type='html'>Everyone is having birthday parties!!&lt;br /&gt;It's lots of fun, especially since I have no job..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get a 30 year old comic book geek, or a 4 year old who is cooler than you are?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-1978510034807689550?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/1978510034807689550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=1978510034807689550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/1978510034807689550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/1978510034807689550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/02/very-merry-birthday-babies.html' title='Very Merry Birthday Babies'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-1246531470714286129</id><published>2009-01-31T23:04:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:10:10.394+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sweet hangs with Luca's mum and broheim are pretty rad. I wish I had a camera or something something..&lt;br /&gt;Stories of America, underage drinking, super-chinned red heads and crazy church radicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I love the youngens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-1246531470714286129?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/1246531470714286129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=1246531470714286129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/1246531470714286129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/1246531470714286129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweet-hangs-with-lucas-mum-and-broheim.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-6513993615505538560</id><published>2009-01-31T15:00:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:00:57.359+11:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL</title><content type='html'>Hey Milney.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Is taken out good?&lt;br /&gt;Love you heaps broheim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw..&lt;br /&gt;Chris Maher is gay fo real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-6513993615505538560?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/6513993615505538560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=6513993615505538560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/6513993615505538560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/6513993615505538560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/lololololololol.html' title='LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-8427487515955728759</id><published>2009-01-29T12:33:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:35:25.538+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New New Years Resolution</title><content type='html'>Sobriety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone in desperate need of half a bottle of bourbon? Seriously. It's free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-8427487515955728759?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/8427487515955728759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=8427487515955728759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8427487515955728759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8427487515955728759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-new-years-resolution.html' title='New New Years Resolution'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-2092485581049457030</id><published>2009-01-28T03:36:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T04:05:29.945+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect present</title><content type='html'>Simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is obviously an unanimous  agreement that girls should only be wearing Agent Provocateur this Valentines Day, or go without having a bed mate at all, I decided to head on over to their website and check out the gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep. It. Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ap1.prism-images.com/images/dyn/6c60f0f4/Jilly-Bra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 274px;" src="http://ap1.prism-images.com/images/dyn/6c60f0f4/Jilly-Bra.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ap1.prism-images.com/images/dyn/4a19142a/Jilly-French-Knicker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 274px;" src="http://ap1.prism-images.com/images/dyn/4a19142a/Jilly-French-Knicker.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ap1.prism-images.com/images/dyn/4f9d04f4/Marylin-Bra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 274px;" src="http://ap1.prism-images.com/images/dyn/4f9d04f4/Marylin-Bra.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ap1.prism-images.com/images/dyn/67ae758f/Marylin-Brief.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 274px;" src="http://ap1.prism-images.com/images/dyn/67ae758f/Marylin-Brief.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you don't have to buy the last pair. But I'm into the nipple pasties, aint gonna say no. They are damn fine and no one is going to tell me I can't wear an open cup bra. Except God and gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh.. Some bathy stuff that is actually really, really nice looking and stuff.. Kinda want that perfume so if anyone has smelt it and says it is nice, then I will buy it fo sheezy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ap1.prism-images.com/images/dyn/7cfe08aa/Parfum-100-ml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 274px;" src="http://ap1.prism-images.com/images/dyn/7cfe08aa/Parfum-100-ml.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ap1.prism-images.com/images/dyn/c6a57015/125-ml-Rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 274px;" src="http://ap1.prism-images.com/images/dyn/c6a57015/125-ml-Rose.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ap1.prism-images.com/images/dyn/51c264b6/Titillation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 274px;" src="http://ap1.prism-images.com/images/dyn/51c264b6/Titillation.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tittilating stuff (the last pic) is also quite intriguing.. You get a lip plumper and a nipple refresher. Pretty pumped yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess.. For those of you who wish to defy me and the laws of more is less, I bring to the table the suggestion that we meet half way. You say wtf. I say accesorize!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ap1.prism-images.com/images/dyn/fa7637b8/Pastie-Stickers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 274px;" src="http://ap1.prism-images.com/images/dyn/fa7637b8/Pastie-Stickers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ap1.prism-images.com/images/dyn/b5299afa/Crystal-Whip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 274px;" src="http://ap1.prism-images.com/images/dyn/b5299afa/Crystal-Whip.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ap1.prism-images.com/images/dyn/182aceb3/Xena-Cuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 274px;" src="http://ap1.prism-images.com/images/dyn/182aceb3/Xena-Cuff.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ap1.prism-images.com/images/dyn/e692cebb/Vincent-Glove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 274px;" src="http://ap1.prism-images.com/images/dyn/e692cebb/Vincent-Glove.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going apeshit over those cuffs might I add. If I had known about these a week and a half ago, I definitely wouldn't have wasted $35 on chrome extension cuffs. Disgusting pieces of crap. So anyway, these are just a few of my suggestions.. Simple means you feel comfortable. And when you feel comfortable you get all happy and shit. And we all know what happens on Valentines Day when people feel happy and are wearing pretty undies and nipple pasties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"MySpace Tom?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yep."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'd do terrible things to that man."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Terrible dirty things? Or terrible things that could land you in jail?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Terrible dirty things. All sexual and the like."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Same."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does everyone want to do Tom? Or is it just us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.agentprovocateur.com/"&gt;Agent Provocateur online&lt;/a&gt;. GO TO!! And don't forget to lol at Helena Christensen modelling their Pirates collection either. I hate that bitch so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-2092485581049457030?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/2092485581049457030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=2092485581049457030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/2092485581049457030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/2092485581049457030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/perfect-present.html' title='The perfect present'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-2925692068633436180</id><published>2009-01-28T02:46:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T03:00:09.781+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I jizz right in my pants everytime you're next to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SX8tgsf2pEI/AAAAAAAAAZc/4AWj0ly2Kcc/s1600-h/i+jizz+right+in+my+pants+every+time+you%27re+next+to+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 501px; height: 94px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SX8tgsf2pEI/AAAAAAAAAZc/4AWj0ly2Kcc/s400/i+jizz+right+in+my+pants+every+time+you%27re+next+to+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296001726534820930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck. Who gets that mad over Youtube anyway, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-2925692068633436180?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/2925692068633436180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=2925692068633436180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/2925692068633436180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/2925692068633436180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-jizz-right-in-my-pants-everytime.html' title='I jizz right in my pants everytime you&apos;re next to me'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SX8tgsf2pEI/AAAAAAAAAZc/4AWj0ly2Kcc/s72-c/i+jizz+right+in+my+pants+every+time+you%27re+next+to+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-628488115238209852</id><published>2009-01-28T02:15:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T02:19:40.107+11:00</updated><title type='text'>TO THE GIRL ON THE FAR LEFT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SX8lmgS6qqI/AAAAAAAAAZU/keyIYP1KmV0/s1600-h/skullz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SX8lmgS6qqI/AAAAAAAAAZU/keyIYP1KmV0/s400/skullz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295993030245526178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore you. These people are staring straight at you and they still get it wrong. Very, very wrong. Anyway. You are obviously the best dressed person in this photograph. Kudos on your choices and I am proud to say I now see the good in all bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-628488115238209852?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/628488115238209852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=628488115238209852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/628488115238209852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/628488115238209852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-girl-on-far-left.html' title='TO THE GIRL ON THE FAR LEFT'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SX8lmgS6qqI/AAAAAAAAAZU/keyIYP1KmV0/s72-c/skullz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-1793466481243152106</id><published>2009-01-28T00:24:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:26:56.528+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I could take you places, do you need a new man?</title><content type='html'>Late night TV makes me wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want moar moar moar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-1793466481243152106?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/1793466481243152106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=1793466481243152106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/1793466481243152106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/1793466481243152106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-could-take-you-places-do-you-need-new.html' title='I could take you places, do you need a new man?'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-1996667407242205998</id><published>2009-01-27T21:18:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:25:23.791+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE KYLIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pj049hVtz6A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pj049hVtz6A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agent Provocateur is heaps rad, too. We used to see some of their stuff at work. I wanted it harrrd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-1996667407242205998?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/1996667407242205998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=1996667407242205998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/1996667407242205998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/1996667407242205998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-kylie.html' title='I LOVE KYLIE'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-2516924859740558080</id><published>2009-01-27T16:55:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:00:19.032+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's back. Back again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youngmachetemafia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Courtney's back&lt;/a&gt;. Tell a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's as far as I go. But seriously, she is. And she totally put my shirt/tatt/boob overflow on her blog. So go check her out!! And there's a whole bunch of other stuff that is rad there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited. Maybe now that every one else is sane again, I can get my shit back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Open foundations? FUCK YOU. I am way better than any 20 year old you will ever meet. So let me in. Damn you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-2516924859740558080?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/2516924859740558080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=2516924859740558080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/2516924859740558080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/2516924859740558080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/guess-whos-back-back-again.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back. Back again.'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-5775975925068606518</id><published>2009-01-25T23:57:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:35:16.707+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cessnock isn't worthy + Friends forever</title><content type='html'>They looked at me like I'd stepped out of a magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SXxmPRv32HI/AAAAAAAAAZM/BLOM-CB8Hxs/s1600-h/79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SXxmPRv32HI/AAAAAAAAAZM/BLOM-CB8Hxs/s400/79.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295219674529126514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll always be the Will to your Grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll always be the Rachel to your Ross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll always be the C-3PO to your R2-D2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll always be the Misty to your Ash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll always be the Tom to your Katie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That right there is friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-5775975925068606518?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/5775975925068606518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=5775975925068606518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/5775975925068606518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/5775975925068606518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/cessnock-isnt-worthy-friends-forever.html' title='Cessnock isn&apos;t worthy + Friends forever'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SXxmPRv32HI/AAAAAAAAAZM/BLOM-CB8Hxs/s72-c/79.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-7384919252294266917</id><published>2009-01-23T19:09:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:44:09.125+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumdog Millionaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SXl7j9hHTwI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JtBbkNwbYxU/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SXl7j9hHTwI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JtBbkNwbYxU/s400/Image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294398694689820418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally made me cry heaps hardcore. So amazing. 5 outta 5 for sheezy. M.I.A did a whole bunch of wicked stuff on the soundtrack (duh) Plus at the end they all break out into this cool Bollywood dancy shit. GNARLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like crying because you're self-absorbed and continue to think your problems are the biggest thing out there when children are starving and shit, go see it. Then give money to World Vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then get your free &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hat&lt;/span&gt;e, with the Sunday Telegraph this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AIzbwV7on6Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AIzbwV7on6Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-7384919252294266917?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/7384919252294266917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=7384919252294266917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/7384919252294266917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/7384919252294266917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/slumdog-millionaire.html' title='Slumdog Millionaire'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SXl7j9hHTwI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JtBbkNwbYxU/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-4497279447007007232</id><published>2009-01-23T13:40:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:43:10.580+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Lily</title><content type='html'>I love Lily Allen. Why did I not know about this sooner?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TjSaW6w1jqg&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TjSaW6w1jqg&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-4497279447007007232?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/4497279447007007232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=4497279447007007232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/4497279447007007232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/4497279447007007232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/silly-lily.html' title='Silly Lily'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-1669955926047465653</id><published>2009-01-23T13:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:27:11.201+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to make somethinggg</title><content type='html'>I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;What can I make?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-1669955926047465653?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/1669955926047465653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=1669955926047465653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/1669955926047465653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/1669955926047465653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-to-make-somethinggg.html' title='I want to make somethinggg'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-518942537573091212</id><published>2009-01-23T00:13:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:32:07.255+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so turned on, I just want to text the fuck out of that girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SXh1zcXVJXI/AAAAAAAAAY0/jZYptLLmOZs/s1600-h/78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SXh1zcXVJXI/AAAAAAAAAY0/jZYptLLmOZs/s400/78.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294110888621843826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously just can't do Courtney Awesome justice. BUT. Today has been heaps heaps better. Talking to people, being offered jobs, getting sweet hand me downs, smoking half a pack..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and jokes on me. I signed up for Taken Out dating service because I'm a fuck face and got 3 "flirts" in like, half a second. And my profile is still pending approval. What idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got my hopes up for the nice guy down the road.. But meh. Trying is for PEOPLE MADE OF STEEEEEEEEEEL!! Never! Get! HURT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-518942537573091212?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/518942537573091212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=518942537573091212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/518942537573091212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/518942537573091212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-so-turned-on-i-just-want-to-text.html' title='I&apos;m so turned on, I just want to text the fuck out of that girl.'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SXh1zcXVJXI/AAAAAAAAAY0/jZYptLLmOZs/s72-c/78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-3807875973693277012</id><published>2009-01-22T13:01:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:03:56.478+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Digging up the past aint that pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SXfTvxZK7dI/AAAAAAAAAYs/2tSq-B52-2E/s1600-h/crash_tackle_by_olivers_prayers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 381px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SXfTvxZK7dI/AAAAAAAAAYs/2tSq-B52-2E/s400/crash_tackle_by_olivers_prayers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293932704663530962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging up other people's is even worse.&lt;br /&gt;Stepping in shit and then putting your foot in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum yum yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-3807875973693277012?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/3807875973693277012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=3807875973693277012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/3807875973693277012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/3807875973693277012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/digging-up-past-aint-that-pretty.html' title='Digging up the past aint that pretty'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SXfTvxZK7dI/AAAAAAAAAYs/2tSq-B52-2E/s72-c/crash_tackle_by_olivers_prayers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-2766393373324925879</id><published>2009-01-21T21:06:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:20:15.311+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I am listening to loud loud music and trying to forget that I was ever born.</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure that's the best thing to do right now.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as I've fucked up&lt;br /&gt;EVERY&lt;br /&gt;SINGLE&lt;br /&gt;TINY&lt;br /&gt;DETAIL&lt;br /&gt;OF&lt;br /&gt;MY&lt;br /&gt;LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I need a job. I need to get to Port Kembla and I need to get there fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drat my stupid mouth, my stupid blog, my stupid self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fuck everything up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-2766393373324925879?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/2766393373324925879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=2766393373324925879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/2766393373324925879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/2766393373324925879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-listening-to-loud-loud-music-and.html' title='I am listening to loud loud music and trying to forget that I was ever born.'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-5928999811730249761</id><published>2009-01-21T20:45:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:49:37.232+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-5928999811730249761?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/5928999811730249761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=5928999811730249761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/5928999811730249761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/5928999811730249761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-fuck-are-you-to-yell-at-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-527896147858020737</id><published>2009-01-21T11:45:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:37:50.172+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Just fuck off.</title><content type='html'>I had 3 conversations today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was with my boss, telling me I was fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second was with my bank, telling me I had no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third was with some crazy lady telling me to stop trying to steal her friend's boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very, very sad right now. And seeing as I have no money I can't get fucked off my face to fix it. I have 3 packs of cigarettes and half a bottle of bourbon. And that's it. After they're gone, my life is officially over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to hand in my keys today at work--sorry, OLD work. And try to ask them for payslips and a separation certificate without bursting into tears over the fact that I'm unemployed AGAIN and I know it's not because of "staff cut backs," it's because I had a seizure at work and they're trying to avoid a law suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO I HAVE $100 MISSING FROM MY BANK ACCOUNT?! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone can just fuck off for all I care. Not that you have much choice, seeing as I dropped my phone down the toilet yesterday while I was cleaning it and so now I have no phone. Try as you will, you can't ever make this right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-527896147858020737?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/527896147858020737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=527896147858020737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/527896147858020737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/527896147858020737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-fuck-off.html' title='Just fuck off.'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-5902572025102476192</id><published>2009-01-20T12:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:36:20.961+11:00</updated><title type='text'>SO ANGRY</title><content type='html'>So I like, totally had a seizure at work on Saturday..&lt;br /&gt;Was FINE by Sunday..&lt;br /&gt;Then got a call from the manager saying that the boss wanted me to have Monday off to recover..&lt;br /&gt;BUT I was rostered on to work this morning so I showed up and someone else was there.&lt;br /&gt;I was like..&lt;br /&gt;I'm opening this morning.&lt;br /&gt;And he was like, no.. I am. Kylie called me in and gave me half your shifts.&lt;br /&gt;So I checked the roster..&lt;br /&gt;And I have NO SHIFTS AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooooo pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;And they've re-written the roster so it's like I never existed.&lt;br /&gt;So everyone has like, twice as many hours.&lt;br /&gt;Got home and called then big boss and he was like, I tried calling you a million times yesterday to see if you were ok and stuff and your phone went straight to voice mail, no one has your house number so we were just covering our backs until you got back to us..&lt;br /&gt;I was like, KYLIE HAD A HUGE CONVERSATION WITH ME ON SUNDAY AND I TOLD HER LIKE, 10 TIMES I WAS FINE!! I'M FINE!! ARGHSD:JER I'M FINE!!&lt;br /&gt;And he's like, ok.. I'll talk to Kylie and sort out your hours.&lt;br /&gt;And I said that I wanted ALL my hours back. And pretty much, Kylie got most of my shifts because she is going back to uni and wants as many hours as she can get, and didn't tell Glenn that she spoke to me about being fine. So I've lost heaps of hours already that I won't get paid for.&lt;br /&gt;If I don't get my hours back, I'm going to be soooo angry.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;They can't take away 3 WEEKS of my hours because I didn't pick up my phone for one fucking day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Sex and Glue is Saturday night. Everyone should go. If not, Ex Nuns is the next weekend, I think it's Friday. Have fun with it kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-5902572025102476192?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/5902572025102476192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=5902572025102476192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/5902572025102476192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/5902572025102476192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-angry.html' title='SO ANGRY'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-7289406681702972165</id><published>2009-01-19T00:46:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:47:31.352+11:00</updated><title type='text'>AUDITIONS--MUSOS ENCOURAGED--MUY IMPORTANTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;         &lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Crazy&lt;wbr&gt; white&lt;wbr&gt; girl seeks&lt;wbr&gt; prete&lt;wbr&gt;nd boyfr&lt;wbr&gt;iend.&lt;wbr&gt; Someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne who can help me out by actin&lt;wbr&gt;g like my boyfriend until&lt;wbr&gt; I get a real one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a total trophy wife, heaps good at listening and being supportive etc.. And I'll totally promote anything you want me tooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will commu&lt;wbr&gt;nicat&lt;wbr&gt;e by text or email&lt;wbr&gt;, and talk about&lt;wbr&gt; coupl&lt;wbr&gt;ish thing&lt;wbr&gt;s. Uhm.&lt;wbr&gt;. I like guys who look like indie&lt;wbr&gt; rocke&lt;wbr&gt;rs. Y'&lt;wbr&gt;know.&lt;wbr&gt;. Longi&lt;wbr&gt;sh hair,&lt;wbr&gt; Haven&lt;wbr&gt;'t shave&lt;wbr&gt;d in a while&lt;wbr&gt;.. Black&lt;wbr&gt; jeans&lt;wbr&gt; and a baggy&lt;wbr&gt; shirt&lt;wbr&gt;.. Does drugs&lt;wbr&gt; and comes&lt;wbr&gt; home late.&lt;wbr&gt; That sort of thing&lt;wbr&gt;. But I don'&lt;wbr&gt;t have too much of a "&lt;wbr&gt;type"&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;wbr&gt;.&lt;wbr&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, send me a photo&lt;wbr&gt; and a brief&lt;wbr&gt; descr&lt;wbr&gt;iptio&lt;wbr&gt;n of yours&lt;wbr&gt;elf, and if I like you I'll stick&lt;wbr&gt; you in the top 5 and get my frien&lt;wbr&gt;ds to vote.&lt;wbr&gt; Or, if you'&lt;wbr&gt;re total&lt;wbr&gt;ly outst&lt;wbr&gt;andin&lt;wbr&gt;g (so do make the effor&lt;wbr&gt;t) I'll just pick you autom&lt;wbr&gt;atica&lt;wbr&gt;lly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S/ I have conta&lt;wbr&gt;cts high up, so you want this.&lt;wbr&gt; But if you can'&lt;wbr&gt;t spell&lt;wbr&gt;, I WILL prete&lt;wbr&gt;nd dump you. And we will NEVER&lt;wbr&gt; prete&lt;wbr&gt;nd to get back toget&lt;wbr&gt;her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pps. I'm not desperate. Just bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-7289406681702972165?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/7289406681702972165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=7289406681702972165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/7289406681702972165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/7289406681702972165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/auditions-musos-encouraged-muy.html' title='AUDITIONS--MUSOS ENCOURAGED--MUY IMPORTANTE'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-3368077134056555229</id><published>2009-01-18T11:55:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:01:48.293+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time again.</title><content type='html'>I'm insecure about everything. Absolutely everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I lose my job over this?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a crappy worker anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a shit head.. It's not going to take long for this guy to figure that out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too clingy.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I move on with my life?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I go back to TAFE and do my cert. 4?&lt;br /&gt;How come I'm always so sarcastic and cruel to people?&lt;br /&gt;My friends are slowly drifting away from me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm never going to get anywhere doing this shit.&lt;br /&gt;My dad doesn't love me. No way.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pissy whingey little bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just so much shit that I need to do. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to grow the fuck up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going wrong in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-3368077134056555229?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/3368077134056555229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=3368077134056555229' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/3368077134056555229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/3368077134056555229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-that-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time again.'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-2898120976816497959</id><published>2009-01-16T22:07:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:11:22.862+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I was yours right?</title><content type='html'>I felt you in my legs before I ever met you&lt;br /&gt;And when I lay beside you for the first time, I told you&lt;br /&gt;I feel you in my heart and I don't even know you&lt;br /&gt;And now we're saying bye, bye, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt you in my life before I ever thought to&lt;br /&gt;I need to lay down beside you and tell you&lt;br /&gt;I feel you in my heart and i don't even know you.&lt;br /&gt;And now we're saying bye, bye, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew home back to where we met&lt;br /&gt;Stayed inside I was so upset&lt;br /&gt;I cooked up a plan, so good except..&lt;br /&gt;I was all alone you were all I had&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;You were all mine&lt;br /&gt;You loved me&lt;br /&gt;I was yours right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-2898120976816497959?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/2898120976816497959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=2898120976816497959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/2898120976816497959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/2898120976816497959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-yours-right.html' title='I was yours right?'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-4612566731345391907</id><published>2009-01-15T11:26:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:39:08.887+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh man</title><content type='html'>I have $30 to last a week, including Jenna's birthday pub crawly thing tomorrow night. Wahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm cancelling my lay by at Who's Yoko.. Sorry Alex, but Christmas/Birthday present will have to wait til next week. I guess I'll pay it outright then =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is boring without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-4612566731345391907?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/4612566731345391907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=4612566731345391907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/4612566731345391907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/4612566731345391907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-man.html' title='Oh man'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-656769624603095790</id><published>2009-01-13T23:52:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:40:45.469+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Date Dinner</title><content type='html'>I M AMAZING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-656769624603095790?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/656769624603095790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=656769624603095790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/656769624603095790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/656769624603095790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/second-date-dinner.html' title='Second Date Dinner'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-7277335867297054706</id><published>2009-01-13T13:49:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:05:34.090+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you remember that song</title><content type='html'>One Week by Barenaked Ladies?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck I hate College Humor for parodying that. Now it's stuck in my head. I hate them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-7277335867297054706?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/7277335867297054706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=7277335867297054706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/7277335867297054706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/7277335867297054706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-you-remember-that-song.html' title='Do you remember that song'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-6333280324933140980</id><published>2009-01-12T22:29:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:35:42.697+11:00</updated><title type='text'>So HAPPY!!</title><content type='html'>All day I'm like, oh so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S/ I commissioned my friend to make me &lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=138832981&amp;amp;albumID=2043288&amp;amp;imageID=30302367"&gt;Debra Messing's Golden Globes&lt;/a&gt; dress before she enters the fresh new world that is Whitehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to dye my hair red again. Very, very nice summery, natural red.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-6333280324933140980?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/6333280324933140980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=6333280324933140980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/6333280324933140980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/6333280324933140980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-happy.html' title='So HAPPY!!'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-615232756811208151</id><published>2009-01-11T23:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:04:40.664+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Senza fine.</title><content type='html'>Endless.&lt;br /&gt;You drag our life&lt;br /&gt;Without a moment of breath to dream&lt;br /&gt;For power to remember that we have lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless.&lt;br /&gt;You are an endless moment,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday not had, not all tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And now in your hands, your endless hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon does not matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;The stars do not matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;For you are my moon and stars and sky.&lt;br /&gt;You are mine alone.&lt;br /&gt;You are my all,&lt;br /&gt;Everything I want to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless.&lt;br /&gt;You are the endless one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-615232756811208151?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/615232756811208151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=615232756811208151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/615232756811208151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/615232756811208151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/senza-fine.html' title='Senza fine.'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-5169101679418494842</id><published>2009-01-11T19:46:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:09:31.100+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>Last night was.. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft and sweet and absolutely perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm laying here remembering your arms around me, your lips pressed against my own, your breath against my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd never had to leave..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-5169101679418494842?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/5169101679418494842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=5169101679418494842' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/5169101679418494842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/5169101679418494842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-8807286637000655932</id><published>2009-01-08T11:00:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:31:03.207+11:00</updated><title type='text'>So if I lie considerably about my job, my house and my income..</title><content type='html'>I can get what I want.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that sounds alright to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPhone, yeah here I come!! (I hope.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting you GO lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-8807286637000655932?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/8807286637000655932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=8807286637000655932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8807286637000655932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8807286637000655932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-if-i-lie-considerably-about-my-job.html' title='So if I lie considerably about my job, my house and my income..'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-5845144058428803256</id><published>2009-01-07T20:06:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:30:19.033+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying at the Chanel counter</title><content type='html'>aint the classiest of things. Therefore to make for up it (and my shitty, shitty day) I bought $500 worth of Chanel stuff. And then $250 worth of Seafolly swimmers and stuff. Dammit, why did I buy 3 1/2 black bikinis? Well, who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did you have a bad day, Tam?&lt;/span&gt; See I know that's what you're thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vodafone. No luck getting an iPhone "you have not lived in your current house for more than 2 years or been in your current job for more than 6 months. But come back in 30 days and we can try again?" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh ok, I'll come back in 30 days with a house and a job that have magically been bestowed upon me for over 2 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optus. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, this is a better plan than Vodafone anyway. Hellz yeah. I'll tell them I've lived at my place for a year and had a job for 6 months. Should work. &lt;/span&gt;"Uhh.. You don't have enough 'Optus' points. Sorry." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What the fuck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telstra. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shittest. Plan. Ever. But I'm pretty sure I really just want this phone right now.&lt;/span&gt; "No. No. No you don't have enough identification. No. No. No I can't do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OH FUCK. DOES ANYTHING COME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH THAT ISN'T NO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home. Called Optus. They said they had no idea what she meant and to go back with all my ID and they'll give it to me. WELL. I shoulda kept that guy on the phone instead of wasting another $6 on buses to get to fucking Charlestown and back, just to hear another NO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, she said that sometimes it approves more over the phone. So I applied for a Visa debit. Fuck yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst day ever. I hate it I hate it I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;p.s/I got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;lots&lt;/span&gt; of Chanel today, because the lady gave me a free makeover when my face ran all over the floor. She was nice and got a big sale from it. I love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-5845144058428803256?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/5845144058428803256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=5845144058428803256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/5845144058428803256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/5845144058428803256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/crying-at-chanel-counter.html' title='Crying at the Chanel counter'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-2548774768598759872</id><published>2009-01-04T16:59:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:07:42.975+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheshire Cat Grin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I just wanted to ask you which way I ought to go.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well. That depends on where you want to get to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well it really doesn't matter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then it really doesn't matter which way you go.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. This is a very useful piece of information. It kinda speaks for itself. So I don't need to tell you that I have zero direction or motivation right now, and I'm a like speck of dust waiting for the wind to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on, yeah? I'll figure myself out =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-2548774768598759872?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/2548774768598759872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=2548774768598759872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/2548774768598759872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/2548774768598759872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/cheshire-cat-grin.html' title='Cheshire Cat Grin'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-1262327486552389166</id><published>2009-01-03T23:52:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:03:53.948+11:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is love..</title><content type='html'>Since Christmas, I have spent more time drunk than sober. Last night I became a bourbon girl in that I drank 3/4 of a bottle of bourbon before stumbling into *shudder* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fanny's..&lt;/span&gt; On top of everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good when you're surrounded by nice people that love you. And you don't need sobriety to figure that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SV9h_kvtp9I/AAAAAAAAAYk/b4smWoA7gQY/s1600-h/DSCF8449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SV9h_kvtp9I/AAAAAAAAAYk/b4smWoA7gQY/s400/DSCF8449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287052232379705298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still shy, though. Anyone know how to talk to nice guys?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-1262327486552389166?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/1262327486552389166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=1262327486552389166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/1262327486552389166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/1262327486552389166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-this-is-love.html' title='So this is love..'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SV9h_kvtp9I/AAAAAAAAAYk/b4smWoA7gQY/s72-c/DSCF8449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-4195576087416133904</id><published>2009-01-01T14:44:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:45:02.245+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh oh, you crushed me! ++ My 10 New Years Commandments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With your big, blue eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laughing smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tall and handsome with just enough of the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You kissed me on the cheek one night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it set in stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you here for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel my heart skip a beat when you are around. Probably because you're the only person I've liked in a long time that doesn't pay vast amounts of attention to me. I feel this strange urge to leave you love notes or get one of my friends to ask if you like me. (But I won't..) Flip. I haven't had this "I'm buying a $10 pizza that I won't even eat just to see you" feeling in a very, very long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Resolution #1: Do not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;commit&lt;/span&gt; to things I am unsure about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Resolution #2: Do not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;betray&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Resolution #3: Do not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fight for silly reasons&lt;/span&gt;.. It is a constant battle to be as pessimistic and ungrateful as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Resolution #4: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep In Touch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Resolution #5: Lose Weight/Get Fit. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It'll happen if I make it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Resolution #6: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Move Away&lt;/span&gt;.. Cut out the things that are bringing me down. Aka. Newcastle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Resolution #7: Be Everything I always wanted to be. Take everything with a full glass attitude and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hit the world head on&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Resolution #8: Live a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;healthier lifestyle&lt;/span&gt;.If this means cutting out trips to the kebab shop then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so be it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Resolution #9: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spend my money wisely&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Resolution #10: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; with all my heart. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; give it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day and I can already see I'm up shit creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unofficial New Years Resolution? Don't set unrealistic goals aka &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NYR 1 through 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-4195576087416133904?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/4195576087416133904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=4195576087416133904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/4195576087416133904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/4195576087416133904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2009/01/uh-oh-you-crushed-me-my-10-new-years.html' title='Uh oh, you crushed me! ++ My 10 New Years Commandments'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-8816417641743494903</id><published>2008-12-31T16:43:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:57:31.271+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatin' 08</title><content type='html'>Well, today anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I had an awesome day at work.. Sales wise.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I had to pay for a $90 vibrator that some guy walked out of the shop with without paying for. Yes ok, it was my fault because I still have no idea about this "eftpos" thing.. (??) But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I tripped UP those shitty little stairs in Civic Park and I'm pretty sure I broke my finger. And the place I was going to was closed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, 08 has been ok.. Constant drunkenness, weight loss (and unfortunate weight &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gain&lt;/span&gt; in the last 2 months..) meeting new friends, getting a better job earning twice as much as before.. Lots of things. Lots of fun, fun things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might maybe miss 2008. The better bits of it. I hope I carry those into 2009. Because that would be awesome. Other than that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in for one hell of a year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-8816417641743494903?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/8816417641743494903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=8816417641743494903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8816417641743494903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8816417641743494903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2008/12/hatin-08.html' title='Hatin&apos; 08'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-1419255498630572411</id><published>2008-12-29T18:44:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:59:46.849+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Hangs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SViLDw9jiRI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GxOA8hobBgg/s1600-h/DSCF8314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SViLDw9jiRI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GxOA8hobBgg/s400/DSCF8314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285127059518228754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SViLDiu0uFI/AAAAAAAAAYU/I3-z_tqCqm4/s1600-h/DSCF8321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SViIOBJWlxI/AAAAAAAAAXM/3WN0EoNXmFw/s400/DSCF8345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285123937126487826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SViINza61-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/z3n6C-_PVMc/s1600-h/DSCF8349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SViINza61-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/z3n6C-_PVMc/s400/DSCF8349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285123933442070498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SViINkwfC9I/AAAAAAAAAW8/bvzI83QkTGE/s1600-h/DSCF8351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SViDkUrpvhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/bthZJA4Swko/s400/DSCF8367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285118822769606162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SViDj6UoKWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/xb2KU3u1Mk4/s1600-h/DSCF8371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SViDj6UoKWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/xb2KU3u1Mk4/s400/DSCF8371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285118815693711714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SViDjksD7tI/AAAAAAAAAWU/hCbIuy-bh-w/s1600-h/DSCF8374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SViDjksD7tI/AAAAAAAAAWU/hCbIuy-bh-w/s400/DSCF8374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285118809886420690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SViDjZ7iZOI/AAAAAAAAAWM/kDMnGSkQYm8/s1600-h/DSCF8377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SViDjZ7iZOI/AAAAAAAAAWM/kDMnGSkQYm8/s400/DSCF8377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285118806998541538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SViDjHbMcSI/AAAAAAAAAWE/jqXq3KHCNwM/s1600-h/DSCF8382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SViDjHbMcSI/AAAAAAAAAWE/jqXq3KHCNwM/s400/DSCF8382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285118802031046946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-1419255498630572411?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/1419255498630572411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=1419255498630572411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/1419255498630572411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/1419255498630572411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-hangs.html' title='Christmas Hangs'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SViLDw9jiRI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GxOA8hobBgg/s72-c/DSCF8314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-8130778535201604343</id><published>2008-12-23T13:24:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:34:28.141+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I need brown paper</title><content type='html'>So I can make &lt;a href="http://www.origami-club.com/en/xmas/reindeer3/index.htm"&gt;this raindeer&lt;/a&gt;!! Then stick a pin on it's back for Christmas and wear it as a badge. But seriously, Christmas is gonna be stupid. Besides hanging with extended family, everything is gonna suck balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I also need &lt;a href="http://www.morrisonmedia.com.au/shop/?product=280"&gt;this calendar&lt;/a&gt; for my wall etc. It's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I baked cupcakes today and Kentucky likes the bowl. So cute, but he's depressed lately =( Don't know why.. I think I should go have sweet hangs with him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write more after Christmas. Have a good one guys ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/19/l_dc499de86ce9430d8200581534e1f0d5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 466px; height: 348px;" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/19/l_dc499de86ce9430d8200581534e1f0d5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/45/l_4019f49237e34e6897ee547b91e37843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 466px; height: 348px;" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/45/l_4019f49237e34e6897ee547b91e37843.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/10/l_797b8b8c22c84287a5a4ead770ec1f42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 466px; height: 351px;" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/10/l_797b8b8c22c84287a5a4ead770ec1f42.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-8130778535201604343?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/8130778535201604343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=8130778535201604343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8130778535201604343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/8130778535201604343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-need-brown-paper.html' title='I need brown paper'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-6714742895878857666</id><published>2008-12-22T16:59:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T17:03:59.687+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I want to do before I die</title><content type='html'>Perfect the art of time travel, go back to the 60s and bang Cat Stevens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SU8tGBgp4TI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2sugW4b3gk0/s1600-h/1229849468_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SU8tGBgp4TI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2sugW4b3gk0/s400/1229849468_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282490469436743986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SU8tuO7i9SI/AAAAAAAAAV8/vklLq6xlYP8/s1600-h/l_c5af656b5ba03a2723be96efbd5adb0e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SU8tuO7i9SI/AAAAAAAAAV8/vklLq6xlYP8/s400/l_c5af656b5ba03a2723be96efbd5adb0e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282491160233964834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and fuck you if you don't want to also. Because he was daaaamn fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-6714742895878857666?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/6714742895878857666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=6714742895878857666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/6714742895878857666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/6714742895878857666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-i-want-to-do-before-i-die.html' title='Something I want to do before I die'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SU8tGBgp4TI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2sugW4b3gk0/s72-c/1229849468_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-5071622969090580128</id><published>2008-12-22T00:06:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:31:27.433+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow. This is really awkward.</title><content type='html'>There is a guy on MySpace who randomly added me a couple of months ago, and after looking through his photos, I'm pretty sure I want to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is.. I think I sent him like a "Hey.. What's up.. Thanks for the add.. Do I know you?" complimentary comment, and he sent me one back.. And that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the fuck am I supposed to propose? An internet high 5 to the person who gets him to say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SU5E3JdBYeI/AAAAAAAAAVs/SJPRnisZcQE/s1600-h/hdbd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SU5E3JdBYeI/AAAAAAAAAVs/SJPRnisZcQE/s400/hdbd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282235127173308898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Heathcliff. We'll have to do something about that nose ring, won't we. *so cute*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-5071622969090580128?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/5071622969090580128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=5071622969090580128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/5071622969090580128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/5071622969090580128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow-this-is-really-awkward.html' title='Wow. This is really awkward.'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/SU5E3JdBYeI/AAAAAAAAAVs/SJPRnisZcQE/s72-c/hdbd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7263351846514635509.post-9057433444728518045</id><published>2008-12-17T20:48:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T21:27:19.462+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you so much closer</title><content type='html'>I've waited so long and you said you'd be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to find myself in hope you'd be waiting for me when I got back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you? Why are you not where I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you not understand that every day I don't spend with you is another day I'm losing you? You're leaving soon and I've been reading stories that leave me terrified you're never coming back. When I ask you if you're coming to see me and you don't reply.. I might be over reacting, but it scares the fuck out of me. It makes me angry. It makes me anxious that I might lose you soon and not knowing what you're doing fucks my head over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So just let me know yeah.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7263351846514635509-9057433444728518045?l=dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/feeds/9057433444728518045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7263351846514635509&amp;postID=9057433444728518045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/9057433444728518045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7263351846514635509/posts/default/9057433444728518045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dresdenpicturesque.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-need-you-so-much-closer.html' title='I need you so much closer'/><author><name>Jayne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647198359432069655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DZemtc4ZU7c/S0Pjy58UozI/AAAAAAAAAeg/9hzFQBcM52E/S220/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
