<?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-3124470</id><updated>2011-08-04T14:54:42.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chevy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chevy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-82310538</id><published>2002-09-30T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T09:04:52.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on saturday night we went to the bars etc. and aftwerward this dude is all:  i know where we can go get free liquor.  so of course we're interested and we go and it was a horror house.  i mean it was the creepiest place ever.  it was like walking into any given twin peaks episode.  we left quickly.yesterday i had to bartend at this function for my mom.  it was screamingly lame yet charming.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/82310538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/82310538'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-82160692</id><published>2002-09-26T16:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-26T16:22:55.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>omg... this guy just came in to do his paperwork... he's a new hire.  usu. i do the preliminary interviews but this time i didnt b/c the day we had scheduled i was in a car wreck ( the same one that was discussed over and over and over)  and anyway he is sooooooooo fly!!  too bad he's like the same age as my brother.  but it'll be fun to have a little eye candy around the office.tonite this guy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/82160692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/82160692'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-82149349</id><published>2002-09-26T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T08:51:41.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>every second that passes i get a little more scared that my finger nail is going to come off.  its all black and hideous.  ( i smashed it in my door, remember?).   jill left a message that she had some big talk with him and wanted to tell me about it.  fuck it.  i dont even want to hear another word on the subject.  i did a very small amount of tv watching bf i totally fell asleep in a drool </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/82149349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/82149349'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-82091719</id><published>2002-09-25T08:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-25T08:56:04.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>every time the red light turns green and im at the front of the line i consider it a little drag race with whoevers next to me.  yesterday this dude all drag raced me back... what a thrill.  except he totally won and he was in a volvo!  oh the shame.  i know my honda pontouf would have kicked his ass.  but the new camry is a little slow on the uptake.  have named the camry.  rubylala.  no one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/82091719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/82091719'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-82057927</id><published>2002-09-24T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-24T15:54:30.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>david dawson leaves today.  ill miss him but itll be nice to have my apt. back.  must vaccuum huge dog hair hell.today i had a  meeting with this guy about being his associate producer on this indie film theyre making next month.  it comes at a good time b/c im over it at work.  yesterday this dude all yelled at me and told me that maybe sales isnt my field.  what does he know?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/82057927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/82057927'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-81998380</id><published>2002-09-23T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T12:08:19.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so im freaking out b/c i opened the door this morning to take the dog out ( david dawson brought his dog.... its been fun to have around.  i love walking it) and someone left this bag of empty bottles right outside my door like some offering.  it was a tied garbage bag and i didnt open it for fear of finding severed cat heads or whatever but i could tell the bottles were empty and i found it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81998380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81998380'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-81880679</id><published>2002-09-20T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-20T13:58:57.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay this guy is my new hero...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81880679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81880679'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-81876184</id><published>2002-09-20T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-20T12:07:49.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>actual IM had with jeremy:chevyvalentine: okay so ive unwittingly come up with a brilliant religious theory.  if the people who crucified jesus found out he was the son of god than they did it b/c they had had their car wrecked, ribs broken, head to toe poison ivy then slammed their finger in their own front door and had to type and cough all day.  JrmyLyn: But you have insurance and pain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81876184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81876184'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-81868679</id><published>2002-09-20T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-20T10:44:37.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh god!! im am so mad!!!  last night i slammed my finger in the door..  i show up at my nieghbors tears streaming down my face and i was convinced that somehow,  someway i could come up with some clever plan to reek my revenge on god.  i got nothing. i guess in a lame christian sense every sin i commit is hurting god but that just doesnt cut it.  typing is so hard.  its my birdie finger and im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81868679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81868679'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-81732617</id><published>2002-09-17T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-17T14:18:10.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>that last bit sounded sarcastic.  i am actually glad to be alive.  was kissing the ground when i got home.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81732617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81732617'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-81732589</id><published>2002-09-17T14:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-17T14:17:28.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh god!  i woke up this morning and something is horribly wrong with my rib.  its jutting out kindof..  something in there is definitely sprung.  so im freaking out about it.  went to get that red camry today to take it to a mechanic so that they can check it out.  im sure its fine but... anyway they told me it would take an hour... ( the house where this car lives is wwwwaaayyyy out in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81732589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81732589'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-81681881</id><published>2002-09-16T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-16T14:09:41.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just now i was going to get lunch and walked past the parking garage and the attendant hollars, "hey beautiful".  i acted like i hadnt heard.  the thing about it is tho is that one really gruesome attendant once told me that he just wanted to take care of me and the other day i ran into the guy who runs the garage and he told me that a third really wants a date with me.  why am i suddenly the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81681881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81681881'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-81670081</id><published>2002-09-16T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-16T10:51:36.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just now at the bagel place i was walking out and this dude smiled at me and i was in the middle of drinking my coke and smiled and made the straw flick myself and coke went all over my face.  the biggest injustice is that im sure this stupid butt guy thinks im in love with him.  i felt an uncontrollable urge to go tell him i dont think he;s cute.  i didnt tho.  this weekend:  friday night:  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81670081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81670081'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-81561417</id><published>2002-09-13T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-13T13:38:48.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everyone is so introspective and thinky in their blogs.  how come alls i can think of to say is about how many tall boys i chugged or how hard that fat lady at revco was breathing?  this girl  commented on my blog a few days ago and i just saw it.  it makes me feel bad b/c she's probably some clean decent person and im sullying her with my disgusting antics.  but eh,  what can you do?  you know</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81561417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81561417'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-81551102</id><published>2002-09-13T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-13T08:58:34.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hampton and me watched valley of the dolls last night.  what a crummy letdown.  i was so excited about the movie but it didnt even follow the book and got so boring i eventually just turned it off for the Golden Girls.   The book was a quick trashy read, but had heart.  The movie only had hairdos.  Not that i mind hairdos,  i just wanted more pills and sex and crying to go with them.  didnt go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81551102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81551102'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-81514625</id><published>2002-09-12T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T13:46:00.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last night i decided to bust open this huge magnum of wine and abuse my vicodin.  which i succeeded at.  i was surprised when jill came over later to discover that i drank the whole bottle save one glass.  i guess this explains my stupid decision to go to broadways 80's night.  we did up our eyeliner like whores and were off.  first we went to this stupid college bar to see some lameass dj.  this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81514625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81514625'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-81508427</id><published>2002-09-12T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T11:09:38.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>not only am i not doing any work... im getting annoyed everytime the phone rings or someone innocently comes over here to give me something.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81508427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81508427'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-81508229</id><published>2002-09-12T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T11:03:56.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh buzzing sound in my head is too loud to tell about last night.  will fill you in later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81508229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81508229'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-81505686</id><published>2002-09-12T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T09:59:32.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  "Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war   in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic   fervor, for patriotism is indeed a double-edged   sword. It both emboldens the blood, just as it   narrows the mind.... And when the drums of war have   reached a fever pitch and the blood boils with hate   and the mind has closed, the leader will have no   need in seizing the rights of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81505686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81505686'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-81453447</id><published>2002-09-11T09:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T09:03:50.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zach sent me this article... it cracks me up.Buzz Aldrin punches moon conspiracy theoristSept. 10, 2002  |  BEVERLY HILLS, Cal. (AP) -- Detectives are investigating a complaint that retiredastronaut Edwin ``Buzz'' Aldrin punched a man in theface after being asked to swear on a Bible that he'dbeen to the moon. Officers were called to the Luxe Hotel on Rodeo DriveMonday and took a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81453447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81453447'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-81453442</id><published>2002-09-11T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T09:07:54.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its wierd today.  I keep thinking about it and not wanting too.  Im so sick of the news airing the towers falling over and over and over and over.  dont get me wrong;  i think we should remember, but god, this sensationalist bullshit of airing it time and time again is killing me.  its just like when greg luganis (sp?)  hit his head on the diving board... they would just replay and replay.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81453442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81453442'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-81412310</id><published>2002-09-10T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-10T13:26:27.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as James Durbin says,  today is a very somber blog  day.  I cant let myself be too introspective about the whole thing.  i get so bogged down.  the reason is that if we attack iraq my brother goes for sure.  hes been a marine since he got out of highschool ( 3 years)  but he's never been deployed.  suddenly its such a super reality and he is the last person i want in the sand with a gun.  hes a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81412310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81412310'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-81401688</id><published>2002-09-10T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-10T08:38:48.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday i broke down and went to urgent care to get some kind of shot for the creeping crud.  they gave me predisone which rules b/c not only does the PI feel better i can breathe so well when im on it.  i know all of you think that if i quit smoking reds id breathe well too,  but thats much harder than taking a pill.  anyway went to k mart with jill and got excellent purple eyeliner and we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81401688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81401688'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-81355382</id><published>2002-09-09T10:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-09T10:01:48.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>did i mention that i had to get a rental car and they upgraded me for free b/c they didnt have any compact cars ( they acted like this was some prize...). the car is a white mitsubishi gallant.  its the lamest car ever.... i look like such a paralegal.  worse yet,  i look like someone who works in their families business.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81355382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81355382'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-81354710</id><published>2002-09-09T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-09T09:43:43.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so friday wasnt that bad.  the guy was really nice and i had a good time with my cousin.  kicked ass at pool.  dont ask me how.  went home relatively early (11:30)  picked up hampton and went home.  ended up getting really upset over something really stupid.  was drunk and called jill b/c i was supposed to go over there and trina was there and in my drunken stupidity it made me fling myself on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81354710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81354710'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-81237657</id><published>2002-09-06T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-06T10:53:02.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>arg... my cousin is forcing me to go out with her and her husband and this dude she's been trying to hook me up with tonite.  i have been avoiding this inevitable meeting for two months and now she will not let me put her off.  i dont know why people feel so compelled to join up everyone else.  if you were so interested in setting someone up i think the way to do it would be to say, " hey come </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81237657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81237657'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-81159494</id><published>2002-09-04T18:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-04T18:22:50.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay okay... sorry guys.. i realize that was an unfit post.  i just was at work and didnt have time to fill in the details.  This weekend, embellished:  on friday i spent the night at sonias... this is a friend of jills and jill is working on their house.  jill likes being there super way much b/c there is a hot tub.  during the course of the last week me and hampton ( friend of jills) have b/c </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81159494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81159494'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-81144485</id><published>2002-09-04T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-04T12:12:31.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this weekend in a nutshell:  spent night with jill at sonias,  got drunk etc...  went to lake next day... brought hampton... whole family was there... was made furiously upset by mother... left lake in huff..  next day was talked into going to boone in the middle of the night by hampton... got in car wreck and now ribs are cracked...more soon...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81144485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/81144485'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80920051</id><published>2002-08-30T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-30T11:30:50.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am starting to feel sorry i didnt watch the VMA's... i hate them b/c of the last few years of MTV but everyone is talking about them and its making me feel left out.  I didnt know Shakira did a joan jett cover!  thats exactly the kind of horror i like to be tuned in to!!!!  The other night at that impromptu party at my apt.  this girl was there who schedules bands for this club downtown ( same </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80920051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80920051'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80916608</id><published>2002-08-30T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-30T10:04:04.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now i realize what im about to say is super un PC so if you cant stand the heat get out of the blog.....  but it drives me fucking crazy that hobos think i want to talk to them.  why ??  normal, job having people dont assume that.  i dont see why they not only think you and them should have a nice chat, but that also i should give up 30 cents... now dude,  i can barely keep myself drunk and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80916608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80916608'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80916114</id><published>2002-08-30T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-30T09:50:04.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so yesterday i left work a little early to get over to the clay studio and store to buy my damn supplies.  i was so concerned b/c i havent gotten them yet.  but that fucking store is open from 8:30 - 4:30 and i work 8-5 so you can see the dillema.  anyway... worked on my tiles for awhile... have one excellent one that im making for jeremy that has this fat guy about to eat a whole turkey on it.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80916114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80916114'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80878481</id><published>2002-08-29T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-29T13:42:16.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>massana sent me a card for no reason and the commercials are right.  it did make my day.  its so funny.  it says on the front:  the good news is there are men who iron... and the inside:  you know the bad news.  i keep looking at it and feeling loved.  am now diligently printing out fifties clip art for my tile class.  i suck in class... i gotta shape up.im so mad that tile class is on thurs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80878481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80878481'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80871972</id><published>2002-08-29T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-29T11:08:57.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last night:  cher:  ho hum.  was really good and both me and randy got a little teary when she got on stage.  but all in all cyndi was just better.  cher spends too much time changing outfits and letting movie montages and cirque du soleil style dancers do the work for her.  this is fine when you watch her on pay per view b/c you can get another beer during these times.  also:  her heart just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80871972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80871972'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80821153</id><published>2002-08-28T09:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T09:01:06.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So last night whilst drinking 40's with Hampton and Jill I finally watched Ghost World... It was really really great like everyone says,  but I dont think I am like that Enid Coleslaw, Jeremy!  Altho she did have many skirts i was jealous of.Tonite is Cher Night!!! Is there any better kind????  I just dont know what to wear.  I used to have so many slutty clothes but now im too fat for all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80821153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80821153'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80785075</id><published>2002-08-27T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-27T14:03:19.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had a wierd, sad experience at lunchtime.  this beautiful angel gay boy who i love so much was working at this restuarant i went to with my cousin.  we said hi kiss kiss etc.  and later he came up to me and asked if i remembered him from highschool.   i didnt.  he graduated with neill's class.  i think this boy is the most precious thing ive ever laid eyes on and go on and on and on about it at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80785075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80785075'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80784900</id><published>2002-08-27T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-27T13:59:07.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So last night....  ugh.. had waaaayyy too much fun.  so much that i didnt wake up for work until 9:00 this am.  at first I thought i didnt set the alarm but then it turned out that i slept thru it going off for hours.. hours!  I had gone up to bring my dad some soup.. hes sick and we were both grumbling and miserable,  but this beatles record i bought came ( its the original pressing of Hard </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80784900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80784900'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80726505</id><published>2002-08-26T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-26T09:10:13.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this whole weekend i consider a travesty.  i didnt do anything particularly shameful or anything, but my usual shame is somehow hieghtened.  im so sick of this place but mostly sick of being sick of it.  why should i want to move so bad?  i dont really want to live anywhere but london and everyone knows that i cant live out of america.  on fri randy and me and brian went to that new comedy club</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80726505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80726505'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80621396</id><published>2002-08-23T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-23T13:36:58.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yarg.  i fear i may be a collosal failure at tile making.  i have no ideas at all.  at all.  i really guess i just want to make bowls and play dough snakes.  im totally devoid of inspiration.  but i still like it.  randy came home last night.  surprise surprise.  he and brian got in some dumb fight.  i think brian is going to burn all of randy's clothes or something. its funny tho b/c the whole</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80621396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80621396'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80582078</id><published>2002-08-22T16:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-22T16:06:30.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to a sales lunch just now and my boss suggests getting the tuna/chicken salad sampler.  i was all for it.  it was okay.  the kind of chicken salad with no onions and red grapes.  but then my boss is all,  see,  i like this b/c there it isnt all drowned in mayonaisse.  its nice and dry.  nice and dry?  have you ever heard anything so ridiculous in your life?  i have never and will never extol</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80582078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80582078'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80568676</id><published>2002-08-22T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-22T10:17:44.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>good news!  spoke to paul today and that fucking film ( the documentary ive been working on for a year,  you bastards that dont listen to a word i say) will screen oct. 3!!  im so ready to be free of it.  Itll screen on NC public TV this fall and also Tenn. public TV.   Thank god!!last night had to go to a democratic fundraiser.  i didnt mind b/c i love free cheap wine plus any catered snacks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80568676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80568676'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80532526</id><published>2002-08-21T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-21T14:45:21.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG!!! i just got an application/resume from this guy who used to live in Hollywood and worked in TV and his resume lists his TV credits which include everything I could possibly care about.  Are you ready for this?  Full House, The Jeffersons, Mad About You ( I dont care about this show, but he won an emmy for it) Merv Griffen Show, Facts of Life, You Bet Your Life, Head of the Class, Dance </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80532526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80532526'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80522266</id><published>2002-08-21T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-21T10:20:05.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay its obvious that i must own this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80522266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80522266'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80521827</id><published>2002-08-21T10:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-21T10:11:35.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG!!!  Joe CTS just wrote all about me in his blog.    Hooray Im a celebrity!!!  He even linked me and now maybe a ton of strangers will read my blog.  oh the anticipation!  Joe,  I wish i was in NYC b/c then we could hang out.  But as is my usual style i would probably fall in love with you.  oh who am i kidding i already half am.  just like im in love with scott and this dude daniel that stood</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80521827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80521827'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80521452</id><published>2002-08-21T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-21T09:57:00.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>head is pounding.  remind me not to go to scabby pool bars with jill named 'the corner pocket' anymore.  jill got this membership there and thinks its so great b/c the place is so empty and terrible.  she's of course right, but still.  also remind me not to take whatever pills that some wierd gross fat redneck dude offers me next time.  esp. after ive already taken some of this friend of jills </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80521452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80521452'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80429048</id><published>2002-08-19T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-19T10:23:08.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this just in!  some dumb theatre here is doing Hedwig and the Angry Inch!  I am so excited i could puke!!!  now must figure out which boyfriend to force to go with me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80429048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80429048'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80426529</id><published>2002-08-19T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-19T09:09:43.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh!! and how could I forget... Joe CTS didnt respond directly to me... but wrote this in his blog:So, first thing Monday morning, I will have it on my page. Thank you to my dear friend Jami, who convinced me of such a thing. This girl intrigues me. She wrote an entry the other day, that included the word "fag" and I just felt compelled to comment on the entry, letting her know that I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80426529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80426529'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80426412</id><published>2002-08-19T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-19T09:04:10.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>weekends over.  am glad and sad.  fri night i did an excellent job of shaming myself as usual.  still cant find my camera.  went to g-bar with good deal of cleavage.  only good thing about getting so fat is that I grew boobs.  was excellent fun.  forced my nieghbor to drive me home as I was not able and was stuck with car.  Wasted too much money. at one point I got really sad b/c that song cuckoo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80426412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80426412'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80330584</id><published>2002-08-16T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-16T15:33:32.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so its driving me crazy that ole joe cts hasnt replied yet.  its stirred up quite a bit of email conversation.  but alas... he's not as into the thing as us i guess.my tile class was a delite.  real ashevilleish.   everyone in my class is EXACTLY what you might expect.  at "go around the circle, introduce yourself, say something about yourself " time i was digging furiously thru my purse </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80330584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80330584'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80288494</id><published>2002-08-15T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-15T15:52:35.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dearest Joe,I am not used to people who don't know me reading my blog.  I am sorry for the use of the word fag.  Two fags read this blog.  Well,  three,  and they are my close friends.  They are not offended by my usage of this word b/c they know that I cant be removed from the gay bars except by force, and that I get accused ( much to my irritation ) of being the biggest fruitfly in 50 states. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80288494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80288494'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80283409</id><published>2002-08-15T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-15T13:36:04.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no AA last night.  im bitter with dissapointment.  not really as my friend who i was going with is a fag and im used to their behaviour.  Spent last night watching that 30 seconds to fame and guzzling cheap wine.  noticed that they have an NA meeting across my parking lot at the church and noticed 2 hot guys in attendance.  like thats all i need.  to attend NA to meet guys.  that 30 seconds to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80283409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80283409'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80243149</id><published>2002-08-14T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-14T15:42:44.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i checked out the blog of that guy who wrote in kellys blog and then emailed him that he needs comments b/c i had a few,  and he emails me that he will maybe and all that and i read his blog and he mentioned me!  its getting exciting.  altho he was all wrong b/c he thinks im kelly.  but im not. so here is his blog and this is what he wrote about me:I think I could have a new reader named </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80243149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80243149'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80228838</id><published>2002-08-14T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-14T08:58:04.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so taco dip was roaring success.  the potluck was okay.  bunch of pretentious asheville art buttholes.  most of them sitting around extoling the group and how impressed they are that someone would come up with something like this.  but im all:  every day in asheville is like this!  and this one girl starts to offend me by trashing bele chere.  every one of them was wearing the same kind of pants.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80228838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80228838'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80186720</id><published>2002-08-13T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-13T11:00:32.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kelly:  heres some info about the class...  its called Handmade Tile.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80186720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80186720'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80182017</id><published>2002-08-13T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-13T08:39:25.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>spent last night watching tv and blabbing on the phone.  splurged on a woman's day in the grocery store.  am not drinking and this is terribly boring. chose L&amp;O over Meet my Folks... already regretting that decision.  tonite am going to a potluck... will be filled with buttholes but i have to go as it is a planning meeting for a festival ive been helping with.   will bring taco dip and make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80182017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80182017'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80141993</id><published>2002-08-12T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-12T12:07:16.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jennie leaves today.  had a fun weekend.  spent yesterday in recovery.  on sat. night we went out to french bar and this couple,  julie and nathanial, who lives above me joined us.  apparantly they knew jennie from greensboro.  we went to a bunch of bars and i was having a great time until this fucker nathanial says something horrible to me about my having a black soul and made me cry.  right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80141993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80141993'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80038172</id><published>2002-08-09T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-09T15:24:58.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man,  blogger screwed up my entry.   what i was trying to say is that scrabble is on patricks site and hers has a scrabble undertone.    i went on and on about this the first time but now its too much trouble to repeat.   anyway i concluded that im actually so happy for kelly.   also discussed free sandwich from arbys and outdoor concert i went to this lunch hour.   will perhaps repeat later</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80038172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80038172'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80038036</id><published>2002-08-09T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-09T15:15:14.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so im reading kellys blog and im so jealous of her for two reasons:  free steak and the scrabble.  now im fully aware that scrabble is not mentioned on her blog but in fact on Patricks... but still.  kellys blog has a scrabble undertone.   but really deep down im so happy for her.  today a great thing happened.   rock 104 sponsered this outdoor concert of KAOS.  yes of course youve never heard </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80038036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80038036'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-80025546</id><published>2002-08-09T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-09T09:37:02.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate myself so much b/c theres this play in town and i really wanted to go but am to lazy to do anything.  actually the funny thing about it is i turned to yesterday in my datebook and it said:  stop kiss.  and i was  soooo confused.  but finally remembered it was some stupid play.  and i should have gone yesterday b/c it was 10$ and tonite its 20$.   and i wont want to pay that even tho id </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80025546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/80025546'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-79983679</id><published>2002-08-08T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-08T11:05:46.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well the trifle, shrimp dinner was a roaring success.  my mom is a cake genius... i meant to get a pic. of her trifle so we could compare it to the bon appetit trifle.  but i was too busy digging in.  scott invited me to go to minority report on sat with his family and then get pizza  after at ianucchis..   its so stupid how excited i am to do this sort of thing.  axl rose could ask me to go with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79983679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79983679'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-79953736</id><published>2002-08-07T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-07T17:43:43.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so heres the dude that was throwing his voice.  I was at Vincents Ear walking out and hear something above me and look up.  he comes up to me all:  did you hear something?  and I say no.  and he's all: im not trying to be funny, its just that i throw my voice.  i made 50$ throwing my voice the other day.  and im all: how? and he says like this:  then he does the voice throwing creepiness...then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79953736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79953736'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-79943680</id><published>2002-08-07T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-07T13:20:55.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last night i went to two gross bars with jill, travis, jonathan and this dude.  at the first ( this bar is terrifying,  its what you were warned 2nd place was going to be like but never was)  i threw my pool stick and broke it.  then i had to put it up all jerry rigged so they wouldnt know.   i was very good at pool last night tho.  its weird sometimes im great and sometimes horrible.  last night</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79943680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79943680'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-79901415</id><published>2002-08-06T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T14:40:47.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my mom is making my birthday dinner tommorow.  so excited and scott is in town from rome.  his b day is on the same day as mine so he gets to come too.  i have requested shrimp scampi and cherry/almond trifle.  this is the one upside of having a chef for a mom.today some jerk hung up on me at work and hurt my feelings.did anyone else catch last nights fear factor when they ate the coagulated </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79901415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79901415'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-79896320</id><published>2002-08-06T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T12:37:11.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so jeremy and me are back from raliegh/greensboro.  had a blast.  now im so blue b/c i misses my jeremy.  we saw the worst movie ever.  signs.save your money.  seriously.  i really think joaquin pheonix's hairlip is even more pronounced... if thats possible.  he didnt seem to have that thing as Gary on Parenthood?  did he?  we also engaged in a bible/jesus/religion debate with jeremys mom.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79896320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79896320'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-79357884</id><published>2002-07-24T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-24T15:01:34.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man,  i just emailed this guy from Television witout Pity b/c i was trying to describe that show meet my folks to david and they had no info...  and he actually emailed me back!  me: hey!  when are you going to recap meet my folks!?    jamihim: The not-eenth of Neverbruary. God that show is just awful. Also, reality shows that have a changing cast every episode just don't work well on our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79357884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79357884'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-79353960</id><published>2002-07-24T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-24T13:18:00.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello!  today i am the official last person to be given a cell phone from their work!  hooray for me!  one prob:  no face plate capabilities.  i cant live out my leopard print cell phone fantasies.  eh.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79353960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79353960'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-79345644</id><published>2002-07-24T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-24T09:33:45.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>very tired today.  Last night was fun.  The neighbor's apt.  has contant rollover.  There is now this new girl living there... she took over for Bronson.  Anyway.  She and me went to Carrabas and she had never been and it was really fun to clue someone in on the bliss that is Carrabas.  This is yet another event that I took pictures of and don't have uploaded yet.  Now I have like 200 pictures to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79345644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79345644'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-79265461</id><published>2002-07-22T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-22T14:24:39.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the worst part is that im actually jealous of his geek story.  if i was sending one in it would say:Dear The Onion,Once my friend sent in a pathetic geek story and I'm even jealous of that.   Signed,Jami</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79265461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79265461'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-79265416</id><published>2002-07-22T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-22T14:23:32.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jeremy just told me a story that i said he should send in to pathetic geek stories.  it was all agreed and here's the letter he wrote:Hello. When I was 10 my mother bought me a summer pass to the public pool.  I went every afternoon even thought I was intimidated by everyone there, especially the staff.  I eventually became one of the lifeguards personal bitches but I liked feeling like I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79265416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79265416'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-79254234</id><published>2002-07-22T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-22T09:16:43.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ugh!  i just erased a shitload i wrote here on accident.  i hate when that happens.  sometimes your friends are victims of this when you write a long and thoughtful email and then somehting happens to it and you write them all mad and say, " a minute ago I wrote you something great... but now you cant have it!  signed ..."  anyway i was going on and on about david sedaris... but i wont go into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79254234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79254234'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-79147719</id><published>2002-07-19T09:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-19T09:17:19.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hanging out with jill is really fun.  but generally not worth all the time i have to spend waiting for jill to get to the fun.  she's one of these people that no matter what time she says the whatever will happen you can garauntee another 1 and a half hours b/f this thing is starting.  god it makes me crazy.  i mean get your shit together!  anyway whats wierd about last night is this:  well... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79147719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79147719'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-79066012</id><published>2002-07-17T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-17T11:06:01.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this makes me sick.  no i mean it... i really makes me physically ill.  i cant believe the stupid bitch is actually receiving donations.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79066012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79066012'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-79061672</id><published>2002-07-17T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-17T08:55:40.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last night i ended up actually having a good time at that media thing.  talked to this dude who is the set designer at this new motion picture studio they built here and he was very receptive to letting me do his bitch work.  little does he know i would actually do it for free.   also ran into this dude who was the GQinist ever.  he looked so familiar and i realized he was this supernerd from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79061672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79061672'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-79031625</id><published>2002-07-16T15:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-16T15:53:37.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey... last night i smoked several cigarettes.  but im not too worried about it.  i can see that i smoked them b/c i was drinking beer.  so i blame the beer.  not myself.tonite i have to go to a function b/c its all centered on media in WNC.  i actually paid to go to this shit.  and im going alone.  at the time of buying the ticket i thought it would be so lofty and high minded of me.  now i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79031625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/79031625'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-78975600</id><published>2002-07-15T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T11:23:09.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it occurs to me that if anyone submitted that gross acupuncture pic of me to Miguel the caption would read:  im happy b/c im electronic ham.  (but spelled elektronik or some shit).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78975600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78975600'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-78975325</id><published>2002-07-15T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T11:15:42.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so im AIMing with katherine right now and we are discussing the trials of quitting smoking... now it occurs to me that this is so hard and I think I know why.  B/s the obvious...  (well and its not physical so much....  that acupuncture pretty much solved that.)  But im 25 and Ive been smoking for almost 13 years.  The last time I didnt smoke I didnt even have my period yet.  no armpit hair, had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78975325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78975325'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-78970527</id><published>2002-07-15T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T08:54:35.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>day 2 of zero cigarettes. yesterday I decided to get one of those new McDonalds sundaes.... dude!  they are so fucking good.  this is me getting the acupuncture.  (please ignore fat neck).   the acupuncture was wierd and sort of uncomfortable.  like awkward.  i guess it worked.  i want a cig really bad but its more mental than physical.  randy is such a dick b/c he won't not smoke in the house</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78970527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78970527'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-78901481</id><published>2002-07-13T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-13T08:41:21.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally made it to the parents and all the pictures on my camera are question marks.  maybe its a combination of low bar light and hardly any battery at all.  like maybe it lost the pics.  my disapointment is only mild.  last night my mom called and invited me to dinner and a movie with her friends, dot and jaci.  dot is exactly what you would imagine someone with this name to be.  anyway i had</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78901481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78901481'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-78862911</id><published>2002-07-12T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-12T10:05:30.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this software is nothing new, but i like how in the description they say "ruin anybody".  so titillating and dangerous.  and of course ruining someone is the american dream.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78862911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78862911'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-78862583</id><published>2002-07-12T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-12T09:55:53.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So the quitting is not going as planned, but still going pretty well.  Like I ended up smoking 3 cigarettes yesterday.  I know I know, but 3 is certainly better than 30 so I do what I can.  Tommorow Im getting acupuncture to help me out.  Im terrified.  Hopefully I can get some pics for the blog.  Still havent managed to get my fat ass up to my parents to download the pics from the other night.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78862583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78862583'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-78824691</id><published>2002-07-11T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-11T12:56:57.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this woman at work just told me that when she quit smoking she gained 50 pounds!!  50!!  Dont want to hear about it Gwenyth!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78824691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78824691'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-78821206</id><published>2002-07-11T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-11T11:21:18.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so im totally put out.  jeremy doesnt care about this and niether will you people but fuck you b/c you should have somehting better to do than listen to me bitch about how fat and drunk i am anyway.  Anyway:  brian, my roommates ex-boyfriend, and me used to be good friends, or so i thought.  then one day in a bar at the peak of his brian-hatred, randy, my roommate, lets it fly that brian never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78821206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78821206'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-78816598</id><published>2002-07-11T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-11T08:47:41.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to the UNC-G broadcasting alumni updates... nothing new but I forgot how it said jeremy is just biding his time.   Ha!  what a crack up... I guess that what Mr. Donaldson thinks b/c he too is just biding his time... waiting for that big break.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78816598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78816598'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-78816362</id><published>2002-07-11T08:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-11T08:39:33.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sorry about not updating last night.  the thing is i went out with jill and some guy visiting her and i took pictures and i didnt want to update without them but my work computer is too stupid to download them and i didnt make it to my parents.  Instead felt compelled to watch stupid Heather Graham movie:  commited.    this movie i actually found very cute and b/c of this have decided i dont </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78816362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78816362'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-78729161</id><published>2002-07-09T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-09T09:16:22.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG!  I just looked up some bele chere info for joey (stephens) and you'll never guess who the headliners are: Better than Ezra and Foghat!  My god how the never weres have fallen.  Im surprised Bele Chere got anyone I've even heard of, but man what a bunch of B-List.  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email address is jami@blahblahblah.. so its super dumb!  last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78728193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78728193'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-78683918</id><published>2002-07-08T08:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-08T08:39:29.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whoa i feel wierd today.  my daze can be blamed on two things.  one:  my return to NC land of the bored.  two:  my evening of misery thanks to jeremy and his evil magnetic fields cd.  i could have blithely gone along my life with out this additional torture.  man it was good.  so according to monotous.org everyone in nyc is having the chicken nugget, baked beans time of their lives.  i hate all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78683918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78683918'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-78660310</id><published>2002-07-07T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-07T18:45:16.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well i cant believe that after all that nagging jeremy still hasn't edited his blog except with that stupid dream.  so happy i got the pictures downloaded.  katherine and me got  these  little cameras.  the pictures are very wierd and ill post them later.  its so time consuming to upload to geocities.  im so sad to leave nyc.  i had so much fun.  sometimes it seems like fun isnt worth it b/c </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78660310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78660310'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-78591566</id><published>2002-07-05T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-05T14:19:54.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>test</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78591566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78591566'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-78466615</id><published>2002-07-02T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-02T11:55:42.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>david and me didnt do shit today but sit around.  altho when you boil down to it, i was hating us both for not taking advantage of the city and stuff, but i didnt want to do anything.  its wierd... i really just visit to see tv in a different city.  and visit of course.  but i dont really care if i never do anything new yorky. well except i want to see ground zero.last night ginni came by to eat</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78466615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78466615'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-78422676</id><published>2002-07-01T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-01T12:25:33.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so im in nyc finally.  so much fun to be with everyone.  i was really nervous about flying and all.  nothing happened so im back to being worried about dogs, bears, etc.  ginni lost 30 lbs by simply drinking less.  this is obviously something i need to incorporate into my own life.  on sat i was ooc and slobbered all over david in an embarrassing manner.  at the airport this wierd trashy old </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78422676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78422676'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-78268025</id><published>2002-06-27T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-27T09:49:30.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so my parents plane was delayed last night.  had to sit in the stupid airport forever.  but luckily i was smart enough to bring a book.  but no book is ever as interesting as the freaky wierdos in the airport.  dont normal people fly on planes?  why does every man who owns leather sandals ride planes?  why does any man own sandals?  anyway i sat in this seat that was questionably empty b/c there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78268025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78268025'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-78220798</id><published>2002-06-26T09:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-26T09:22:35.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dude!  This is the best website ever!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78220798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78220798'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-78220019</id><published>2002-06-26T08:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-26T08:50:10.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last night i was a dream daughter.  my mom and dad are out of town so i did all this stuff, cleaning etc.  i cant clap myself on the back hard enough.  later i went home to eat dinner b/c i was so hungry, but suddenly i realized i was just so hungry for beer.  so i had a twelve pack instead of dinner.  called everyone i know and yucked it up.  man my head hurts today.  insert killer bees noise </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78220019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78220019'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-78174698</id><published>2002-06-25T08:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-25T08:56:26.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>btw... got Me Talk Pretty One Day.  I hope youre happy.  (They were out of Naked.)  Youll like this link,  you can hear him read from it.   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78174698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78174698'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-78174643</id><published>2002-06-25T08:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-25T08:53:56.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so last night i got really caught up in reading The Valley of the Dolls  I have always scoffed at this book, but it's sooo good.  so trashy and full of pills.  man i wish i had a never ending supply of seconals..  my brother is up at my parents house.  this is annoying b/c they are out of town and im responsible for everything even  tho he's plenty old to take care of himself.  but i dont want </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78174643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78174643'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-78141886</id><published>2002-06-24T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T14:29:23.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay even tho im a genius... this is what i did to my hair this wknd.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78141886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78141886'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-78141178</id><published>2002-06-24T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T14:12:34.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay jeremy  maybe ive figured something out....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78141178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78141178'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-78132174</id><published>2002-06-24T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T10:16:50.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ugh... on ebay i just won this tape,  yeah i wanted it but i looked at the bid history and i see now, that the guy with the high bid b/f me put 14.57 as his high bid.  now this is so sneaky.  im only mad b/c i was purposefully trying to raise his bid w/out winning.  now he's screwed me.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78132174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78132174'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-78131111</id><published>2002-06-24T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T09:44:34.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so its monday again.  this wknd i had some fun.  embarassed myself very little.  except on fri went to downtown after 5 ( this is some crap in my town that happens every fri. night of the summer and bands play etc... it sounds funner in theory than it really is, but the beers cheap and keg like) with my cousin and randy and my cousins husband.  everythings going along fine except i run into this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78131111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78131111'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3124470.post-78040191</id><published>2002-06-21T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-21T16:50:50.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whhhoooo on spymall  under "Q" there is an oil slick system.  here ive been driving around like a chump with out an oil slick system.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78040191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3124470/posts/default/78040191'/><author><name>Jami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
