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  <title>I'm Bored, Too</title>
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  <updated>2009-01-03T12:43:29Z</updated>
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    <title>She's adorable</title>
    <published>2008-09-12T17:34:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-03T12:43:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ran into Anya from America's Next Top Model Cycle 10.  I went up to her and said, "This my be a stupid question, but are you Anya from America's Next Top Model, Cycle 10?"  And she responded in the voice that she has...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHY IS THAT A STUPID QUESTION?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorable.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/v5xvyu.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2ivhd1f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inorio:12619</id>
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    <title>inorio @ 2008-09-02T11:44:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-02T15:46:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-02T15:46:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm going insane.  my last job, that i was really considerate and professional about leaving, has decided not to pay me.  why?  they don't know.  there was a miscommunication internally.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which doesn't help because i just paid rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and went into my savings and the money i was planning to use to pay off my credit card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i called again today.  five days since when i should've been paid.  unfortunately, they still don't know what is going on.  if i'm getting paid. it's going insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to have to give an invoice to my current boss, because...this is nuts.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inorio:12362</id>
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    <title>i have nothing to eat, really...</title>
    <published>2008-08-28T00:29:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-28T00:33:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...so i'm gorging on udon noodles with bacon and a fried egg on top.  if it sounds not too great.  well.  it wasn't too bad.  which is pretty much the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in the grocery store the other day buying a rotisserie chicken and canned beans (because i'm lazy and don't want to cook, and eat unreal goals of portion control) when i came to a halt.  you know when you reach a corner of a building that has ... i can't verbally explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____      ______      ________&lt;br /&gt;l   l     l    l      l       l&lt;br /&gt;l   l     l    l      l       l&lt;br /&gt;l   l     l    l      l       l&lt;br /&gt;   imagine that these are&lt;br /&gt;          aisles&lt;br /&gt;l   l     l    l      l       l&lt;br /&gt;l   l     l    l      l       l&lt;br /&gt;l   l     l    l      l       l&lt;br /&gt;____      ______      ________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   8=D         (_*_)&lt;br /&gt;       (if you have a shopping cart, you'll notice this is a tight squeeze)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;:G&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;       l&lt;br /&gt;       l     (Man with a cart)&lt;br /&gt;       l&lt;br /&gt;       l          (Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lower case l's represent food in the aisles.  the straight lines represent the walls.  as the note says above, there was a bit of a tight squeeze.  so tight, that you'll notice that where i've strategically placed a tight asshole, there were women all a chatter with their carts.  and where you see a strategically placed rocket ship were three dicks in shopping carts lining up to get by.  and they did.  clumsily.  and bumpily.  and then the man ahead of me went.  and right as i was about to slip through, this woman with attitude slipped me some shade and said all kinds of bullshit nonsense.  or just "excuse me."  but not in a nice way.  you know the way i'm talking about.  "excuuuuuuuuuse me."  giving me attitude.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.  i just checked what that map looks like after i post this thing.  it's horrible.  makes absolutely no sense.  goddamn.  this is how it seriously looks on my screen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://inorio.250free.com/Picture%201.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that makes more sense...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had been waiting to get by after four people.  i don't have a fucking shopping cart.  i did not bump my wide, flat ass into her cart.  why the hell is this bitch slipping me shade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i turned and said, "shut the fuck up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then turned back to where i was going and bought my rotisserie chicken.  and cans of green beans.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inorio:12093</id>
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    <title>just so everyone knows...</title>
    <published>2008-08-20T13:13:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-20T13:16:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...i've been horrible about updating.  but the past few months have been really straining.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but all is good now.  while i did design a few things with my old employer, i found a new job, which is amazing.  i may, in the end, not go into graphic design as a career path.  i'm still deciding what i want to do with myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;that doesn't mean that i don't get a chance to design at my new job.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d74QyI1FC10/SKwX2l7gcbI/AAAAAAAAAlc/aP0VoUfuJ3Q/s1600-h/PhoneticIllustration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d74QyI1FC10/SKwX2l7gcbI/AAAAAAAAAlc/aP0VoUfuJ3Q/s320/PhoneticIllustration.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;i like it. trying to keep it corporate. but that's all that's new right now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and i, of course, didn't explain what the hell it was.  it's supposed to just represent a video we're going to have at this show, demonstrating the passage of time and the change in technology.  i may need to add more elements, but that's where it is at right now after my meeting yesterday.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inorio:11162</id>
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    <title>while watching savage grace at work</title>
    <published>2008-06-10T14:48:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-10T14:48:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i was looking at pictures of someone who isn't really my friend, but added me on facebook because we have a lot of the same friends, and it was him and his boyfriend.  and while they were clearly projecting an idea of happiness, i hope to god i never end up like him.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inorio:10564</id>
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    <title>saturday morning with tyler florence</title>
    <published>2008-05-31T13:44:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-31T13:44:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">tyler is making bar-b-que, and i've never wanted him more than i do right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today i have brunch with my friend casey, whom i haven't seen in nearly three years.  or is it nearing four?  i'm not good with keeping up with my friends.  it's really horrible, because i'm so involved with the person immediately in front of me or with me.  the person captivating me at the moment is the person who gets all my attention.  it's out of sight, out of mind, right?  i hate that about myself.  so, to avoid any chance for an awkward moment, because there's always that chance, i suggested brunch.  with bottomless drinks.  i'm getting greyhounds.  i haven't done drunch in forever, and i need some fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we are going to my hapa friend Gina's photo exhibition in the park.  i forget where it is, so i have to write down the notes in my phone.  ugh.  i hate being poor.  just so you know.  poor with an expensive phone.  poor because i buy too many vices and snapples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm putting booze into the equation.  a free art thing inthe park on this beautiful day.  they're expecting scattered isolated storms, but that's 30% chance.  which i don't mind.  it means more humidity, and i've grown to really like this heat if i'm dressed appropriately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to select my outfit.  i better look amazingly hot.  why?  she's just my friend, whom i haven't seen in forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.  jaime oliver making bar-b-que can just put it inside me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually had drinks with a friend's sister recently.  my best friend from high school, actually, whom i didn't keep up with.  but getting drinks with her sister was so much fun.  she was always so feisty.  it was good to reconnect with her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, hopefully, this will be good.  i've had a rough week, and i need some fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, afterwards, i can work out.  i really want a relaxing night.  just staying in, playing on my computer, working on my portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep this updated to see what i make.  they'll just be roughs because i'll have to print them out and the go at them with a pencil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got a text, shortening my food network tv watching.  why?  a man named ernesto has been wanting to get to know me better.  before i met tim.  which is great timing that he decided to reconnect, because...there are things i just need to forget that tim mentioned.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inorio:10014</id>
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    <title>just great.</title>
    <published>2008-05-28T13:19:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-28T13:19:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so unluckiest memorial day weekend ever.  after returning this woman's purse, i ended up losing my debit card, which i shouldn't be using anyway.  so, while it is an inconvenience, it is somewhat of a blessing in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i've been meeting new people, and have just gotten more creatively inspired.  i'm starting to sketch again, and i want to get more things made for my portfolio.  i've decided some of the things i've been holding onto when i need different categories (i love my izze stuff, but i love my cocaine ads much better, and that's two beverage categories.  i was thinking of other products i like, like yankee candles or burt's bees.  i already have sketches).  i just need a website.  and an actual blog.  that kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also even more determined to learn flash, now that i've seen what we're doing at our company.  i just know i can make things cooler than what they're doing now, and i know that when i say "cooler" to them, they think "younger," but what i mean is "not lame."  like, i know this is corporate, and these are old people.  but they've seen lord of the rings or something with computer graphics, so where's the razzle dazzle in the things that these people do?  are we not trying to constantly get people's attentions?  or is their creative scope limited.  the best things i ever see are the scenic, and that isn't really handled at this location. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but too tired right now.  too tired.  can't wait for this weekend.  a high school friend is in town and i'll finally have some money.</content>
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    <title>i have to see this</title>
    <published>2008-05-26T13:10:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-26T13:10:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">savage grace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="2" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inorio:9660</id>
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    <title>i can't control the way i initially feel</title>
    <published>2008-05-26T11:47:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-26T11:47:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to bed bath and beyond yesterday.  because i needed yankee candles and unnecessary shelves that don't really hold much, when i was looking at curtains.  and this woman comes up to me, very pushy, and asks me to move out of her way.  i turn to her and see her gorging on a half eaten, cone mutilated, scoop of ice cream (or perhaps two).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the look on her face with the combination of her pushiness and chocolate smearing led me to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ewwwwwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no control.  i have absolutely no self control.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inorio:9336</id>
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    <title>mmm, semen...wait, what?</title>
    <published>2008-05-22T17:44:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-22T17:44:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i was on tastespotting.  like i am everyday.  and came across this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d74QyI1FC10/SDWvFDjwfsI/AAAAAAAAAj0/69HhTx3qL4E/s1600-h/msemen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_d74QyI1FC10/SDWvFDjwfsI/AAAAAAAAAj0/69HhTx3qL4E/s320/msemen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me chuckle.  which makes me ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of feeling ashamed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was on the subway.  and, i'll admit, i was feeling sexy good about myself.  i had a nice outfit on showing just enough chest and blah blah blah.  i looked good.  but sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i noticed this gay guy totes cruising me on the subway.  i am not ignorant to the attention i receive, so, while sitting cross legged, he stood in front of me holding the hand railing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wasn't very attractive.  had a beautiful blue shirt, tho.  horrible jewelry for his piercings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling...teasing.  so i "doze" and touch myself...not like, explicitly dirty.  just touching my chest here and there.  lifting my shirt to scratch my stomach.  that kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy is glued.  he just stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i notice he's staring at my ankle, that is bare, with ankle high socks.  so my foot was kind of showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once we get to his stop, i can tell that he's noticeably excited...lols...when he bends down to get his bag and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sniffs my foot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...blatantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was gross.  i felt disgusting.  but i was teasing the poor man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cock teases never prosper.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inorio:8976</id>
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    <title>gotta love going to the bank</title>
    <published>2008-05-20T12:59:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-20T12:59:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so, i got a letter telling me i had two over draft charges.  because they take the largest one and then the smallest ones.  so they can charge multiple over draft fees.  and i'm poor right now.  like, really poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, not really poor.  you can't be poor if you live somewhat healthily having fun here and there.  and you're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, still, a fee of sixty-four dollars?  seriously?  because i went over and got paid immediately afterwards?  ridic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i went to my bank, knowing what the problem was (my gym membership wasn't given money by my bank at the specific charge time.  which is wonderful because, get this, the bank can then charge me.  for not giving me my money in the first place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know better than to get argumentative with the bank.  makes them less likely to help you.  and i knew right away that it was a lost cause to get my money bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i underestimated the power of my beauty.  you can see what i've got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gots my money back.  and free over draft protection.  hotness.</content>
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    <title>bathroom drama.</title>
    <published>2008-05-16T11:03:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-16T11:03:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">four roommates. one bathroom.  this should be a situation for full house, but it's definitely not as funny.  and with two of my roommates gone, you'd think that accessing the bathroom would be easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'd be wrong, because the roommate left is the one who leaves for work earliest, but, since he showers for forty five minutes, you can count on waiting to take your morning poop until he's just about ready to leave.</content>
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    <title>mmmm, so meaty</title>
    <published>2008-05-09T13:31:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-09T13:40:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">god has blessed me today.  i've had a pretty eventful and entertaining afternoon into the evening into the morning.  not only have i reconnected with an old friend, but this morning i got to soho from harlem in under thirty minutes.  i was pretty ecstatic in a completely neutral way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nothing touched my life like watching the infomercial for Rockin Body this morning before heading out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because, Rockin Body is a workout video.  that's like a collection of several different work outs revolving around dance aerobics.  and everyone is so happy to be dancing all the time and getting really sweaty.  and it was all very funny.  because the instructor only wore sleeveless open shirts and was very enthusiastic about lifting his butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's no reason for you to not own this video (or collection of videos) because if you had bought the dvds at that time you would have knocked off one of the four payments that you'd pay.  that's only three installments for the videos.  but not only that, you get vip access to online motivational stories and recipes.  but that's not all.  you also get the instructor's thirty day guide or something so you don't have to be confused about which video to do on what day.  plus your diet is planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, in addition to that, since we're all party animals just wanting to dance, you can get the instructor's manual to acceptable appetizers and cocktails to continue losing weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lose weight and get shit faced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the interviews are so funny.  one of the women was like, "the trainer made me do squats, do a pull up, sit on the ball...no."  i just found that so relatable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was getting sucked in.  thinking, i could have "six pack abs for the first time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then they revealed one more person's before picture, and how she was haggardly and overweight and single.  but after her transformation (which she cried to) she was told, "you will not be single for long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that freaked me the fuck out.  yeah, it's a given that i am happy for anyone who was once unhappy with their body and now is proud of their new lifestyle and the body they've worked for.  but.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not even that fatphobic to suggest that being fat was the cause of being single, or that being skinny will make you happy (though, i've found, i've always been happier and had better energy when i've felt better about my body).  and that was reassuring.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:inorio:7842</id>
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    <title>AGH!</title>
    <published>2008-05-08T17:15:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-08T17:15:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so, i'm just chillin at work today after fixin up a few files that weren't really executed in the most professional manner.  the girl who did them, her heart was in the right place, but didn't save herself or me much time.</content>
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    <title>shitty dreams</title>
    <published>2008-05-07T12:24:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-07T12:24:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i had a dream and woke up from it.  but i don't remember the dream.  i just know i woke up angry and couldn't go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, my friend is coming to new york at the end of the month, which is much too far away.  i'm dying inside, thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm here at work early.  and i'm exhausted.  and the stuff with tim has left me creatively dead.  and numb.  i just need to be given a product.  or a direction.  or something to create for.  and i want to do that without answering the goddamn phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so hungry.</content>
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    <title>social experiment: hannah montana</title>
    <published>2008-05-05T00:28:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-05T00:28:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i've never seen hannah montana.  i've never really heard a miley cryus song until 'see you again.'  and all i know about this show is from what i read in vanity fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immediate first impression:  miley cyrus' voice is a lot better than, say, hillary duff's and ashley simpson's.  the songs are really peppy, so i'm actually in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interaction between miley and her father:  no wonder girls these days are fucking bitches.  as soon as i read fifteen year old girls were calling miley a slut and whore, i thought that after a movie like 'mean girls,' people would be a little smarter about how they raised their kids.  if it's normal for a girl on the disney channel to snap back at her father, it's going to happen to the people's kids who watch this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disney's treatment of the south: miley has already made fun of her father's mullet.  twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cigarette smoking disney stars: does miley smoke or does she naturally sound like that?  like, she hasn't reached lindsay lohal smokiness proportions post-herbie full-loaded, but miley's voice is scratchy, and more 'mature sounding' than girls her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time travel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so confused.  miley went back in time to see the moment when miley's mom and miley's dad fell in love.  but she is playing a major role in having theme actually interact.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are two children glued to chairs.  why don't they take off their clothes, which are connected to the chairs, and put on new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is brook shields supposed to be playing miley's mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, billy ray cryus just made fun of writing achy breaky heart.  so many little kids are not getting that joke.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so does miley cyrus continue to just go...back in time?  and make sure her parents are able to conceive her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!  she got hit by lightning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show ends with miley lovingly grasping onto her father's arm while he talks about miley's mother, who was played by brooke shields, who is dead, not brooke, but is alive according to paparazzi shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so weird.  kids are fucking weird.</content>
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    <title>inorio @ 2008-05-03T07:31:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-03T11:35:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-03T11:35:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm kinda broke.  it's pretty bad.  well, i can make it til my next paycheck.  but this will be the test of how much money i actually should spend if i want to save money.  so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm going grocery shopping today and need to plan my meals.  it should all be under...eh, i have no idea how much groceries are going to cost me.  all i know is that i make too much money to get food stamps, but not enough money to pay rent and then feed myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, after i buy my gym membership.  and pay my credit card.  and my phone bill.  and the combination of impulse purchases i frequently have.  and my vices, tho cutting down on the drinking.  laundry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just a mess.  but in a responsible, not going to be horrible, type way.</content>
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    <title>today...</title>
    <published>2008-04-29T12:58:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-29T12:58:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">today, my madonna cd got delivered to my itunes.  and i just want to say that the give it 2 me that's edited by william orbit is so much better.</content>
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    <title>bought a bed yesterday</title>
    <published>2008-04-27T11:02:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-27T11:02:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it will be arriving this morning between 8a and 12p.  i'm crazy amounts of excited.  i'm buying sheets and pillows and a blanket for it as soon as i have my room organized.  i'm not sure how i'm going to fit everything.  and i need a new rack for clothes in my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i can actually sleep comfortably.  instead of on this fucking futon.  lols.  alliteration.</content>
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    <title>so excited</title>
    <published>2008-04-14T22:41:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-14T22:41:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">mariah carey's new album gets delivered to my itunes tomorrow.  i can't wait to listen to it on the way to work.</content>
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    <title>i find your ass really relateable...</title>
    <published>2008-04-10T10:55:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-16T09:39:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my friend and i think it's funny how gay men kind of network or do a sort of mating call.  it's just kind of ridiculous.  you gotta get on a gay networking site to understand.  people message weird things to you, like how they find you really real or something.  but i was reading the comments part of xtube...omg, i thought i'd never write that ever...and i found this comment really funny following the comment that it did, in fact, follow.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d74QyI1FC10/R_3xfjBPZDI/AAAAAAAAAjM/PtkjH1UoTSI/s1600-h/sexyhot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d74QyI1FC10/R_3xfjBPZDI/AAAAAAAAAjM/PtkjH1UoTSI/s320/sexyhot.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>funny games</title>
    <published>2008-04-07T14:37:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-07T14:39:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so i saw funny games the other day after drunken brunch with my roommate brad and my good friend leslie.  i got a little too tipsy, and there are pictures, but that'll have to remain on facebook.  plus, a happa girl took my picture playing on scaffolding.  don't ask.  i want her to be my friend on facebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we decided to go see a movie.  and we decided on funny games:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d74QyI1FC10/R_ovvJWZirI/AAAAAAAAAjE/SkTGZhoo3lk/s1600-h/funny_games_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_d74QyI1FC10/R_ovvJWZirI/AAAAAAAAAjE/SkTGZhoo3lk/s320/funny_games_movie_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had seen this poster art before, and just loved it.  i was one of the people that appreciated the creativity and strategy involved with that 'captured' movie, or whatever it was called, but i understood why it was bad (normalizing the image of woman in a negative light).  but i loved how retro this poster looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we read the reviews.  mixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we saw the trailer.  disgusted.  then curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching the movie was a little bit of a different experience.  it was incredibly upsetting, but obviously supposed to be.  and a little annoying with michael pitt talking to the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one of my favorite movies is the exorcist because of the notion that good doesn't necessarily prevail.  that life is a cycle of unfortunate events.  and the moment where an innocent person takes action, you realize it wasn't real.  it was distressing because you lose all hope for this tortured family even though you were told from the very beginning that there is no hope for these people... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was interesting.</content>
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    <title>inorio @ 2008-04-07T05:56:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-07T09:59:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-07T09:59:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so, i was reading this defamer post about katie holmes' and posh's eating habits here: &lt;a href="http://defamer.com/376095/katie-holmes-and-victoria-beckham-leverage-the-buddy-system-in-order-to-stay-thin"&gt;&lt;b&gt;here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, personally, i don't think that's bad.  why?  regular coke.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they split a salad, a side of spinach, and a piece of fish.  we're told that when you eat out you should divide your food anyway because portions at restaurants are large anyway and have calories of ungodly proportions.  and posh and katie holmes, even if fat, are half the size of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, regular coke.</content>
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    <title>confused</title>
    <published>2008-03-31T16:42:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-31T16:42:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">tim doesn't know that if we get back together things can be the same.</content>
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    <title>still working on something else...</title>
    <published>2008-03-28T13:40:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-28T13:40:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...for my portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, at work, i don't know if i've clarified this, i'm a receptionist who does graphics as well.  which means...i'm paying my dues answering phones and getting coffee before i get into the graphics department, which would be so great because the current graphics person is probably bored all alone in her huge, but slightly empty, cubicle in the back of the office, and i could learn a lot from her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can i learn a lot?  because i didn't go to design school.  i think that's the problem i'm always having with my resume and whatever.  where i work, it's very corporate.  but i'm design/artistically minded.  in addition to the fact that my degree is in strategic communications/advertising.  and english (but i don't really bring that one up.  it was a fun degree to get, but if i could do it all over again, i'd totally do art history or graphic art.).  so, i have a hard time with my theme graphics.  for instance, a few posts back, i had those subway awards.  well the first one was really liked.  context of the event was there.  an art directed theme was evident (showgirly).  i thought it looked great, and my higher-ups liked it.  except that we're doing a corporate event, which is why it eventually became the type treatments with a lens flare in the back.  it was disappointing to me, not because of the task at hand, but because i haven't reached that middle ground of using my feathers and elements in a way that isn't overwhelming to a pharmaceutical conference, because i can see how it's overly designed to a certain demographic.  of course, only after it's been pointed out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but those are the types of things getting into my portfolio right now. not ad layouts, like i had hoped i'd be doing out of college.  lols.  i kids.  i kind of expected that i'd be doing something out of the ordinary before i start doing what i loved during my internship (you have no idea).  but still one hopes that they are luckier than the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why didn't i go to design school?  i was told not to.  by people from new york.  then i started interviewing in new york.  and before people looked at my book they said to go to design school.  when they saw my book, they'd say design night school.  i thought, ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but until i can afford that, i'm coasting on what i learn everyday at work and updating my portfolio.  sadly, i have to teach myself flash (more than the basics) so i'm actually a marketable designer/junior art director or whatever.  i just want to do something involving design and strategically reaching people visually, and that's why i make fake ad layouts for my portfolio in addition to these theme graphics i'm developing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right now i don't know what i'm doing.  i was looking at that moleskine graphic (it's a few posts back) and then thinking up something else entirely.  i'm not sure.  but this is my project recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d74QyI1FC10/R8WRi8iUYwI/AAAAAAAAAhM/W6pLlqiX8vE/s1600-h/moleskinelayout.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_d74QyI1FC10/R8WRi8iUYwI/AAAAAAAAAhM/W6pLlqiX8vE/s320/moleskinelayout.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need to finish an illustration for it. let's see how this progresses.  i'm thinking of getting rid of the book element.  i already have a book as the logo.  and the placement of just having this opened book not even in the middle of the page is a little awkward.  but there was something about it that i liked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also want to get back to working with my pencil ads, but that needs some crazy illustration work or something.  or great copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d74QyI1FC10/R11yQCe5FRI/AAAAAAAAAaw/waAObtzhd8k/s1600-h/sketchlayout.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_d74QyI1FC10/R11yQCe5FRI/AAAAAAAAAaw/waAObtzhd8k/s320/sketchlayout.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just really like locks.  you know?  arranging the things that will be consistent for the campaigns.  i like them.</content>
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