<?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-5334742</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:10:20.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The River</title><subtitle type='html'>How about no?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myriver.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334742/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myriver.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kohaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363142296591175090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334742.post-93934007</id><published>2003-05-07T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T09:09:33.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes so it is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;It is a bitch being FUCKING JESSICA AND KIM&lt;br /&gt;Pissing me off those hoes',supposedly my BESTEST BEST FRIENDSESES but really the are lecherous old women who HORDE MONEY TO THEMSELVES.&lt;br /&gt;Jessica is going to have 600+ for AN and kim 200+&lt;br /&gt;what does colleen have 0- &lt;br /&gt;NOTHING. and those spooge balls won't give me a single dollar even after the fact I made their damn costumes and I'm the one that told them about it in the first place. They can go suck monkey cock,I'll just carry a sign around that says 'will eat for food' I don't need their help.&lt;br /&gt;I can survive on my own! Now I just need five dollars to buy lunch.or get a room key.. SINCE I AM SHARING A GODDAMN ROOM I PAYED FOR..NOT REALLY...WITH THEM!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway rant rant blagrabana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many cosplay ideas for next year and no cash to do them. Student welfareness sucks big evil king kong penis. yeas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334742-93934007?l=myriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334742/posts/default/93934007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334742/posts/default/93934007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myriver.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93934007' title=''/><author><name>Kohaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363142296591175090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334742.post-93590967</id><published>2003-05-01T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T05:37:10.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh..morning.&lt;br /&gt;Morning is good,so are Tim Horton's tea and a bagel with herb and garlic cream cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully today after school I can finally get my ass working on Haku or Li,I want them both done a week before An..just because.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up blowing the money Reinhard gave me for contacts on Pocky,DDR and Bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.. More where that came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pleasently surprised with the cute chinese boy behind the counter who gave me a free ruby red,we talked for about twnety minutes.. before we both went to the arcade to get some Bemani goodness in.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly I was better,which made him a 4 step..below my awesome five step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah,we sucked together. At least he was hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334742-93590967?l=myriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334742/posts/default/93590967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334742/posts/default/93590967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myriver.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93590967' title=''/><author><name>Kohaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363142296591175090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334742.post-93567315</id><published>2003-04-30T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T18:49:26.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yep.&lt;br /&gt;So Lin* is OFFICIALLY a stupid whore in my books now,and slowly like an angry sim continually kissing another angry sim this might get ugly. It was okay when she and Bobbert* were just doing whatever,I was fine.Didn't give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave him a hand job.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etc,etc,etc.&lt;br /&gt;Still didn't give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nwo the fact she is REPLACING myself,Chii* AND Bobbert with that little whore whats her face..JUST BECAUSE SHES DESPERATE FOR SOMEONE TO WHORE WITH AND PRETEND 'HIGH' WITH. Now THAT I do give a shit about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. Angry ,wearing down.&lt;br /&gt;My hands are all itchy from cheap dish liquid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334742-93567315?l=myriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334742/posts/default/93567315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334742/posts/default/93567315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myriver.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93567315' title=''/><author><name>Kohaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363142296591175090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334742.post-93526776</id><published>2003-04-30T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T05:33:02.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE width="50%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD align="center"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am the mission.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thenoodlebowl.com/oav/quiz1/mecha.jpg"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;You're a &lt;b&gt;mecha pilot!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be a sub-category of bishounen, but this hardly matters since you don't notice anything that didn't feature in the last edition of Guns'n'Ammo magazine. You have been trained since an unfeasibly early age to be a machine of death and destruction. If you've noticed an annoying girl following you around and repeatedly getting into danger and requiring rescue recently, run like hell - she's probably your love interest...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thenoodlebowl.com/oav/quiz1.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which generic anime character are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf is this?&lt;br /&gt;God..I knew I shouldn't of saved that bitch AND her kitten from the fire ._.;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying chicks DO seem to flock about me like a ravaging herd of rabified seagulls..&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Geki gengar fist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334742-93526776?l=myriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334742/posts/default/93526776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334742/posts/default/93526776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myriver.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93526776' title=''/><author><name>Kohaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363142296591175090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334742.post-93459578</id><published>2003-04-29T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T04:50:11.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so fucking tired it isn't funny.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school yesterday,so I relaxed all day on the good ol' compy,chilled with a few friends.Didn't do anything too strenuous except wrestle a whoopie cushion from Chii* and rip a hole in it with my pen so she couldnt fart it in my ear again.&lt;br /&gt;Went to bed at 9:00...didn't fall asleep till ten,but still.Much earlier then I usually fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning at 5:00am as per usual and could barely drag my sad ass into the shower,and in there I actually fell asleep.Woke up agan because of hunger pains,grah.&lt;br /&gt;This has been a slummy,pissy morning and I can barely keep my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think the fact that my face is weighed down with five million pounds of makeup and concealer to hide the bags under my eyes helps the matter by any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just learned that my Math teacher came down to the councelling office to tell them I'm a wack job over tests,freak out and the like.So now I have to be in the contact room away from 'stresses' when i take them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slummy,pissy morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334742-93459578?l=myriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334742/posts/default/93459578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334742/posts/default/93459578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myriver.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93459578' title=''/><author><name>Kohaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363142296591175090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5334742.post-93430558</id><published>2003-04-28T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T16:57:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I went to the City Hall to renew the dog's license, I told the clerk that I would like a license for Sex. He said, "I would like to have one too!" Then I said, "But she is a dog!" He said he didn't care what she looked like. I said, "You don't understand. ... I have had Sex since I was nine years old." &lt;br /&gt; He replied, "You must have been quite a strong boy." When I decided to get married, I told the minister that I would like to have Sex at the wedding. He told me to wait until after the wedding was over. I said, "But Sex has played a big part in my life and my whole world revolves around Sex." &lt;br /&gt; He said he didn't want to hear about my personal life and would not marry us in his church. I told him everyone would enjoy having Sex at the wedding. The next day we were married at the Justice of the Peace. My family was barred from the church from then on.&lt;br /&gt; When my wife and I went on our honeymoon, I took the dog with me. When we checked into the motel, I told the clerk that I wanted a room for me and my wife and a special room for Sex. He said that every room in the motel is a place for sex. I said, "You don't understand. ... Sex keeps me awake at night." The clerk said, "Me too!"&lt;br /&gt; One day I entered Sex in a contest. But before the competition began, the dog ran away. Another contestant asked me why I was just looking around. I told him that I was going to have Sex in the contest. He said that I should have sold my own tickets. "You don't understand," I said, "I hoped to have Sex on TV." He called me a show off&lt;br /&gt;When my wife and I separated, we went to court to fight for custody of the dog. I said, "Your Honor, I had Sex before I was married but Sex left me after I was married." The Judge said, "Same here!"&lt;br /&gt; Last night Sex ran off again. I spent hours looking all over for her. A cop came over and asked me what I was doing in the alley at 4 o'clock in the morning. I said, "I'm looking for Sex." -- My case comes up next Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Well now I've been thrown in jail, been divorced and had more damn troubles with that dog than I ever foresaw. Why just the other day when I went for my first session with the psychiatrist, she asked me, "What seems to be the trouble?" I replied, "Sex has been my best friend all my life but now it has left me for ever. I can't live any longer being so lonely."&lt;br /&gt; and the doctor said, "Look mister, you should understand that sex isn't a man's best friend so go get yourself a dog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5334742-93430558?l=myriver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334742/posts/default/93430558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5334742/posts/default/93430558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myriver.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93430558' title=''/><author><name>Kohaku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11363142296591175090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
