<?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-5691902</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:59:07.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O.C.D AND ME</title><subtitle type='html'>OCD</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocdandme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocdandme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>thisisme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06469042534345149219</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691902.post-106969517035026819</id><published>2003-11-24T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T09:33:19.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FALSE NICENESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been nice to someone you really dont like , not because they did anything to you just you dont like them. Well I do, I go out of my way being nice to people I dont realy like. Why I do this I dont know but, being nice to these people never does anything for me Its just a huge waste of energy , and becuase they think I like them sometimes they ask me for favors,,, which I will do but have no Idea why, when the whole time Im secretly thinking How much I dislike them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ,, NO more  I dont know if im just cranky today or what we will see how this works out  but ive decided no more Mrs Nice Girl If I dont like you. your going to know it. My plan is not to be mean  but to not be anything at all If I dont like you I wont say Hi , If I dont like you I wont hold the door open for you, If I dont like you you cant have a gum  and so on and so on  Being nice will get you nowhere so lets see how this works out &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691902-106969517035026819?l=ocdandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106969517035026819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106969517035026819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocdandme.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106969517035026819' title=''/><author><name>thisisme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06469042534345149219</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-5691902.post-106945855716846340</id><published>2003-11-21T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T15:49:43.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At age 4 success is not peeing in your pants. &lt;br /&gt;At age 12 success is having friends. &lt;br /&gt;At age 16 success is having a drivers license. &lt;br /&gt;At age 20 success is having sex. &lt;br /&gt;At age 35 success is having money. &lt;br /&gt;At age 50 success is having money. &lt;br /&gt;At age 60 success is having sex. &lt;br /&gt;At age 70 success is having a drivers license. &lt;br /&gt;At age 75 success is having friends. &lt;br /&gt;At age 80 success is not peeing in your pants. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691902-106945855716846340?l=ocdandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106945855716846340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106945855716846340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocdandme.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106945855716846340' title=''/><author><name>thisisme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06469042534345149219</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-5691902.post-106944755468449434</id><published>2003-11-21T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T12:46:21.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>very funny &lt;br /&gt;http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/business/146115_blogger30.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691902-106944755468449434?l=ocdandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106944755468449434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106944755468449434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocdandme.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106944755468449434' title=''/><author><name>thisisme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06469042534345149219</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-5691902.post-106944711362022857</id><published>2003-11-21T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T12:39:00.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Guys &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres the email pepsi sent me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thank you for your e-mail. I do have a file for you ordering a hat and a medium women's t-shirt. Unfortunately we no longer have these items in stock, so your order has been placed on back-order. That means you will still certainly receive your order, but that the 8-10 week time-frame no longer applies.&lt;br /&gt; At this point in time I cannot give you a specific time-frame as to how long the delay is going to be, but we have sent out our own orders, and are expecting the shipments to come in the first week of December. As soon as the stocks are replenished, your order will be filled and sent to you immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for choosing Pepsi, and have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi Stuff&lt;br /&gt;Customer Service Desk&lt;br /&gt;pepsistuff@wattsgroup.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********** REPLY PARTITION ***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Pepsi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pepsi stuff order was sent to you on august 29 2003 my tracking order is 902842525627 it has been 12 weeks now and still didn t get my stuff please let me know what is going on this time in english i do not speak french thank you &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691902-106944711362022857?l=ocdandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106944711362022857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106944711362022857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocdandme.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106944711362022857' title=''/><author><name>thisisme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06469042534345149219</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-5691902.post-106943741073040356</id><published>2003-11-21T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T09:57:16.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Michael Jackson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty Or Not Guilty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personaly, I'd have to say guilty, lock him up and throw away the key. This is no conicidence that he is being accused of doing this 2 times. But over the past few days of watching the news there are soooo many people out there that believe that this is completley false. In Canada over the week end people are already planing a candlelight support vigil. One thing I dont get I why would someone let their child hang out with an accused child molester... Oh lets send joey over to play with michael jackson,,, we could make a couple million.... Just dont get it what the hell are these people thinking. Then again they are americans,(no need to elaborate there). Personaly I think he is a freak. And he's tarnishing my last name...  Lol........&lt;br /&gt;What do you think??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I would really like to vent about is Pepsi,, I drink approx 25 dollars in pepsi a week. During this past summer pepsi held a promotion with pepsi points. You had to save points from pepsi product and you could send them in for what they called pepsi stuff, (ie t-shirts, hats and other stuff) I collected 300 pepsi points and sent in for a hat and a t-shirt 12 weeks ago, they said 8-10 weeks delivery I still never got anything. What the fuck!!!!!!!!!! I want my pepsi stuff............. I'm calling them next week to bitch at them... Pepsi bastards,,, they even cashed the check I sent for shiping  sons of a bitches ..... I'm buying coke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691902-106943741073040356?l=ocdandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106943741073040356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106943741073040356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocdandme.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106943741073040356' title=''/><author><name>thisisme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06469042534345149219</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-5691902.post-106848546342396543</id><published>2003-11-10T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T09:31:00.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My New Tool Box,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon recently become a home owner, there has been alot of stuff that needs to be fixed, and taken apart and put back together correctly. My Boyfriend Is not exactly what you call Mr fix it. He doesnt know they different kinds of scredrivers. &lt;br /&gt;I never owned any tools before but my dad was a carpenter so whenever I need anything I call my daddy.  "Da can i borrow your drill,," Da bring up your hammer ect..................&lt;br /&gt;Well to my surprize my Dad calls me yesterday and tells me to go to his house he has a surprise for me. Not having any Idea what it is, I jump in the car drive to my dads as fast as i can (I love surprises especially if they are for me) So what does my dad give me but the shineist red brand new tool box filled with brand new tools. I got a new hammer and a new screwdriver with all the different pieces, a saw, pliers, little screwdrivers, wire cutters, soccet set, and vice scripts...............lots of other stuff like nails and screws and hooks to hang things on my walls. I LOVE MY NEW TOOL BOX and noone is allowed to touch my tool box and get my tools dirty so if any one needs any thing fixed you know who to call !!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691902-106848546342396543?l=ocdandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106848546342396543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106848546342396543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocdandme.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106848546342396543' title=''/><author><name>thisisme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06469042534345149219</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-5691902.post-106814141149672322</id><published>2003-11-06T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T09:56:49.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Strange Things I Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure everyone has some sort of strange habits so I thought I would let all of you laugh at mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When  I open a bun of bread I take out the first 5 pieces and put them at the bottom of the bag so I only have to eat them as a last resort, I like the middle pieces &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I sleep with my hands down my pants not down my pants but my palms are place on my hip bones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I Hide pennies,, I really hate pennies but feel bad if I throw them away,, (my mother always said pennies are still money) so I just put them places to get them out of the way ie: under the sink,in candle holders, in drawers one time i put them in the fridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When I m cooking an egg I always shake it by my ear,,,,,,, no idea what im listening for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I rip the dryer sheet in half,,,,,, not when im using them when i buy a new box i open them and sit there to rip them in half,, its like getting double for your money..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I hum all the time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats all i can think of right now maybe ill think of more later,,, Im sure there is more but its probally stuff i think is pretty normal so ill get back to ya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691902-106814141149672322?l=ocdandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106814141149672322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106814141149672322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocdandme.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106814141149672322' title=''/><author><name>thisisme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06469042534345149219</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-5691902.post-10675535904390629</id><published>2003-10-30T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T14:39:49.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SUGGESTED SERVING &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever notice that every thing you cook will say on the box (kraft dinner) serves 4 (rice) serves 4 (lipton noodles) serves 4 when all this stuff would barley serve 3 people?? So this kinda got me wondering who designates a suggested serving,, who the hell comes up with this 1 box of KD is not feeding 4 people, how do the determine the serving size??? Do they think everyone should only eat the suggested serving or what &gt; Is it supposed to be healthier  to have jut the suggessted serving If any one can answer these questions for me let me know &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691902-10675535904390629?l=ocdandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/10675535904390629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/10675535904390629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocdandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#10675535904390629' title=''/><author><name>thisisme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06469042534345149219</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-5691902.post-106693398675197310</id><published>2003-10-23T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T11:33:06.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lets talk about sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to sleep, I think mainly because I Love dreaming, escaping the reality of life ..... I normaly have awesome sleeps but no one around me does! I go into the deepest sleep possible but latley my boyfriend has been loosing sleep due to my sleep. 3 things. &lt;br /&gt;1. I snore (loud)&lt;br /&gt;2 I talk in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;3. I grind my teeth &lt;br /&gt;I ve gone to the dentist about the whole grinding my teeth thing, but im wait to hear back from my insurance to see if they will pay for my bite plate. I really hope they do.&lt;br /&gt;So latley my boyfriend has been trying to wake me up out of my sleep by slapping my butt and shaking me. It got really bad one night he woke up screaming at me, which i thought wasnt nice because its not my fault I dont try it but he soon realized that and apologized in the morning&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night while sleeping It started I was grinding my teeth and while my boyfriend was trying to snap me out of it , and I looked at him in a dead sleep and asked him whats wrong ,, he says you grinding your teeth,, I say ya I know does it sound like im eating !!! and fell back to sleep so this morning my boyfriend lets me know what i said which i thought was hilarious!! ha ha ha &lt;br /&gt;I need some help to give my boyfriend some rest &lt;br /&gt;ANY ADVICE????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691902-106693398675197310?l=ocdandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106693398675197310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106693398675197310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocdandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106693398675197310' title=''/><author><name>thisisme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06469042534345149219</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-5691902.post-106641461756994399</id><published>2003-10-17T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T11:16:57.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to work after 2 days off I work one day and have another 2 days off This is so awesome!! So I was my birthday yesterday..I got to go shopping, I got 2 new pair of shoes and and a new coat, and a new pair of pants which I was going to wear today,, I put my new pants on today and there was a huge rip down the side of the fucking things so I have to take them back. I went through 2 cakes my boyfriend dropped one. HA HA all in all it was a good day MY nephew called me I haven't heard from them in like 6 months, hes like 2 1/2 now It was really great to hear from them. My brother and newphew live in Toronto so I dont see them that often Im very afraid to fly. So that cold that every one had has finaly caught up with me,, have you ever noticed when somthing important happens or you have plans you always end up sick. well i happens to me all the time. I still havent gotten that air conditioner out of my window thats why im sick. SO im going to give my boyfriend 2 more days to get it out and the window put back in or im kicking the fucking thing out the window and i will too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691902-106641461756994399?l=ocdandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106641461756994399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106641461756994399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocdandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106641461756994399' title=''/><author><name>thisisme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06469042534345149219</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-5691902.post-106618623006811286</id><published>2003-10-14T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T11:17:19.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691902-106618623006811286?l=ocdandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106618623006811286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106618623006811286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocdandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106618623006811286' title=''/><author><name>thisisme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06469042534345149219</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-5691902.post-106582498290560948</id><published>2003-10-10T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T15:42:05.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive noticed on peoples blogs latley they have been doing this random thought things so thought I'd give it a try &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the paperboy!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hate the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;My leg is so sore I think I pulled a muscle&lt;br /&gt;Jen can't spell for shit &lt;br /&gt;What the hell is a turkey buck &lt;br /&gt;Party tommorrow Party tommorrow Party tommorrow&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could still trick or treat &lt;br /&gt;I think I should have a birthday week  not just a Birthday &lt;br /&gt;Am I ever going to get the air conditioner taken out of my window It is freezing in my bedroom &lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite time of year &lt;br /&gt;SHit I forgot to call my dad &lt;br /&gt;SHit Shit Shit&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how my brother is havent heard from him in a while &lt;br /&gt;6 DAYS &lt;br /&gt;care bears are cool      sooo fucking cool&lt;br /&gt;thank god it pay day today i am sooo broke&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo wings     ????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691902-106582498290560948?l=ocdandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106582498290560948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106582498290560948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocdandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106582498290560948' title=''/><author><name>thisisme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06469042534345149219</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-5691902.post-106511343572693625</id><published>2003-10-02T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T09:50:35.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is Elvis still alive ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people think that the king of rock and roll is still out there and i just read and article on my friends blog that states  "Elivis Is alive and well and living in Graceland" bullshit.. Sure Thing Elvis and Princess Dianna are relaxing at Graceland drinking tea and eating crumpets!!!!!!!!BullSHit,,, I cant belive people belive this shit,, Personally I think THe government should step in and exhume whatever is burried on his estate Whether Its Elvis Aaron Presley Of Joe Schmo..... And run some kind of DNA test Prove to the world that Hes not in DIsney World frolicing with mickey mouse, or in New York hob nobbing with Rudi Guliani, or in California running for governer The MOFO is dead ,one worm,food. And someone should prove this to the american people&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691902-106511343572693625?l=ocdandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106511343572693625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106511343572693625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocdandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106511343572693625' title=''/><author><name>thisisme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06469042534345149219</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-5691902.post-106495543758956595</id><published>2003-09-30T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T13:57:17.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'mmmmmmmmmm Back, so I opened my blog today took a look at my comments and saw something I thought was strange. Some you said something that was not called for. And being the sensitive person I am It somewhat hurt my feelings. I've also noticed while reading other peoples blogs people also leave anonymous insults to these people as well and personally I think you you have something to say you should have the guts to at least leave your name..&lt;br /&gt;Weird &lt;br /&gt;Any how,,Cory very sorry i yelled at ya  i didnt mean it !!!! Thank God im off tommorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691902-106495543758956595?l=ocdandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106495543758956595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106495543758956595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocdandme.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106495543758956595' title=''/><author><name>thisisme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06469042534345149219</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-5691902.post-106373553741825739</id><published>2003-09-16T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T11:05:37.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well its been a little while since i posted anything but I have something really important to say. While watching the news last night I saw something that literly disgusted me. At this time I have to say I am ashamed to be Canadian !!!!&lt;br /&gt;As of yesterday the Governement open a safe injection site for Vancouver Junkies!!! At this place the crack heads take there own crack to the building and are supplied with a kit that contains a needle tissues and other drug paraphanilia!! What the fuck!!!! Diabetics still pay every month for their own neddles no help whatsoever for our Government!!! SO canada now provides a safe haven for junkies to go to shoot up,,,, they will not be charged by the police for posession. BUT If you have 3 or 4 grams of pot  you get a very strict fine. How often do you see potheads raping and robbing people....Ill tell you not near as much as a junkie but here the governement now supports this &gt;&gt;&gt;unbelivable. I cannot believe my hard earned tax dollars may have helped to pay for this. So I decided to verbalize my disgust with the choices being made by our wonderful government, which I think has gotten a little out of hand with recent choices they have made. It makes Canadians look bad because it looks like they support this!!!!Jean Chretian has to go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!This really maddens me. If your caught on the streets shooting up you go to jail but they now have nurses and a safe haven for these people who contribut nothing to the countries well being, and they can go there to get high and escape the repercussions of the law.. But dont get caught with a joint that could mean jail time ?????????? In conclusion , I just wanted to voice my opinion on this and say today is a bad day for Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691902-106373553741825739?l=ocdandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106373553741825739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106373553741825739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocdandme.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106373553741825739' title=''/><author><name>thisisme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06469042534345149219</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-5691902.post-106304852866296312</id><published>2003-09-08T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T12:15:28.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Laughed My Ass of  thought id share this with you  Oxymoron List &lt;br /&gt; 20. Government Organization&lt;br /&gt;19. Alone Together&lt;br /&gt;18. Personal Computer &lt;br /&gt;17. Silent Scream&lt;br /&gt;16. Living Dead&lt;br /&gt;15. Same Difference&lt;br /&gt;14. Taped Live&lt;br /&gt;13. Plastic Glasses&lt;br /&gt;12. Tight Slacks&lt;br /&gt;11. Peace Force&lt;br /&gt;10. Pretty Ugly&lt;br /&gt;9. Head Butt&lt;br /&gt;8. Working Vacation&lt;br /&gt;7. Tax Return&lt;br /&gt;6. Virtual Reality&lt;br /&gt;5. Dodge Ram&lt;br /&gt;4. Work Party&lt;br /&gt;3. Jumbo Shrimp&lt;br /&gt;2. Healthy Tan&lt;br /&gt;1. Microsoft Works  ( my favorite))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691902-106304852866296312?l=ocdandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106304852866296312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106304852866296312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocdandme.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106304852866296312' title=''/><author><name>thisisme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06469042534345149219</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-5691902.post-106304815455115701</id><published>2003-09-08T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T12:09:14.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Question for ya?? Everyone has their first love right? Well why is it no matter how much time has gone by or how much has happened you never really forget that person or even stop loving them? You wonder how their doing, where they are and if they think the same way about you..... Maybe Its just me but ive has a few long term boyfriends and most I never thought about since i walked out the door. But your first love you alway wonder about. Don't get me wrong I have a wonderful boyfriend of 2 1//2 years who I Love very much and plan to marry,, so I don't dwell on the past but sometimes i wonder what if. And this is a guy who left me stranded at an airport &lt;but thats another song&gt; So basicly I was wonder If other people out there feel the same way. Like is it possible to ever completley forget about it and say the past is the past and you should leave it there or will I always feel like this towards this person. I still try to keep in close touch with this person because im care about them and am concerned about his happiness! Well I think thats why! Any comments on this would be nice I'd like to know other peoples opinion or thoughts on this matter. Maybe in not the only person who thinks about this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691902-106304815455115701?l=ocdandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106304815455115701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106304815455115701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocdandme.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106304815455115701' title=''/><author><name>thisisme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06469042534345149219</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-5691902.post-106280921673578282</id><published>2003-09-05T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T17:46:56.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well well, another day another dollar so they say. I alway wondered who "they" were,, but ill tell you one thing this sucks!!!!! I hate to work Nothing Drives me more fucking crazy but I guess everyone has to do it. Unless we win the lottery&gt;&gt; And we all now that will never happen &lt;br /&gt;So today I realized the strangest thing while looking at my reflection in the T.V and I realized I have and unusually long neck its freakish. I have a neck like a giraffe holy shit. So I came into work to day and decided to ask a few of my co-workers what they thought ,, they did no concur. So I guess its just me and my big neck. But all this coming from someone who color coridinates her towels?????????If any one would like to comment on my freakishly large necek please do so. Its been driving me crazy. Well thank god its Friday Im off on Sat and Sun but my like mother nature will soon find out its my day off like she always and they skies will open up and shit on me like they have been doing for the 2 Months,,,,,,days of and vaction rain rain rain. NO wonder im a cranky fucking person! I'm a very cranky person because of this maybe ill be lucky tommorrow ha ha ha  i highly doubt that.Ill keep my fingers crossed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691902-106280921673578282?l=ocdandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106280921673578282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106280921673578282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocdandme.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106280921673578282' title=''/><author><name>thisisme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06469042534345149219</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-5691902.post-106269980178366190</id><published>2003-09-04T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T11:23:21.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well it's been a while since i posted anything, i've been pretty busy. And nothing really eventful has been happening latley so i dont really have much to talk about I think since i've been back on my meds It calms me down and things start to act normal around me which is cool, but leaves me with less excitement in my life. and im pretty used to the chaos. So it sometimes bums me out but i guess this is the way I'm supposed to be this is what is considered "normal"  But im not really sure like being "normal", to sometimes i stop taking my pills. People close to me can tell when I do that..so  most times ill stop until someone asks me if i still take them then i start again but im not quite sure what I perfer more being off or on them ???? Life is more fun without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691902-106269980178366190?l=ocdandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106269980178366190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106269980178366190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocdandme.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106269980178366190' title=''/><author><name>thisisme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06469042534345149219</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-5691902.post-106183360951292128</id><published>2003-08-25T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T10:46:49.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all Id like to tell you Im the type of person that if somehthing could possibly go wrong in my presence It will....About 2 months ago when I moved into my house I borrowed my boyfriends mothers vacuum, because at that time I didnt have on. While I was vacuuming go figure the fucking thing fell apart in my hands. So I think fast ,,,,, run out into the shed to see what is there I can use to fix this mess, then I see it  CONTACT CEMENT for those of you who don't know what this is this shit would stick water to oil. So  I look around a little more and find a brand new set of paint brushes!!!!!!!! Off I go into the house with my contact cement and paint brushes, slap on  few coats stick the vacum back together POW!!! good as new.....&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend is going to start painting the basement and starts looking for the paint brushes.. O shit . He picks up the paint brushes which at this time are all stuck together he looks at me as I start walking back into the house Busted !!!! Not only do I have to admit fucking with the paint brushes I also have to fess up to breaking the vacum, which i now have to replace the vacum damn ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691902-106183360951292128?l=ocdandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106183360951292128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106183360951292128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocdandme.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106183360951292128' title=''/><author><name>thisisme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06469042534345149219</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-5691902.post-106148849824784229</id><published>2003-08-21T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T17:41:56.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I wake up yesterday I look out the window, what  a beautiful day the sun is shining and i dont have to work great day. And so it begins (flashback due to my OCD I have a planned out process for how things should go) I go down stairs and read the newspaper as I normally do and wait for my father to come over and fix my washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;So when my father arrives he start to fix the washer as he is doing this I am packing up my pop bottles and newspapers to take to the recycling depot, then I hear it  ahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;the garbage truck, that scratches on thing off my to do list. So my dad finished fixing the washer so im going to the recycling depot ......... I walk out the door and grab my garbage can (which Is a really good one with wheels) to put back up on the step as I lift can WHAT THE HELL its full!!!!!! The fucking garbage man took everyone else's garbage but mine That SON OF A BITCH!!!!!FUCK FUCK FUCK,, so i kick the can over scream and yell at it,, by now im very pissed off  but this is only small im not going to let it ruin my day.&lt;br /&gt;So I continue on with my day I jump in the car to go to the recycling depot. Throw the car into reverse and back up then WHAM !!!! I turn around what do I see but my boyfriends uncles truck stuck to my bumper. God Damn Garbage Man. SHIT SHIT SHIT. I get out of the car look at car,,....cars fine ,,look at the truck holy shit keep in mind I backed into the side of the truck not the front or the back. Then I begin to panic I look around every god damn person on the street is looking at me instantly I think there is no way im getting away with this as that thought crosses my mind I begin to cry like a baby and walk in the house to tell on myself but heres the catch as I walk into the house crying like a baby they feel so sorry for me they don't even yell they fell bad for me. This is great im not getting yelled at, this seems like a good thing at the time untill my boyfriend decides Im a little to worked up to finish going to the recycling depotor to the Wild Life Park like we were suppose to. My day was ruined . All becuase of that BASTARD GARBAGE MAN !!!!!!!!!!!!!! So Let me tell you Next week that man is going hear it from me  and he will be taking my garbage SOB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691902-106148849824784229?l=ocdandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106148849824784229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106148849824784229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocdandme.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106148849824784229' title=''/><author><name>thisisme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06469042534345149219</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-5691902.post-106132972295432153</id><published>2003-08-19T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T14:48:43.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i spent all day thinking of what  to write today and could not think of any thing. Until it happened, I ripped my pants right in the crutch so although some people will think this is pretty embarassing but...................... this is not the first time this happened,, It has happened before both times at work and 2 different pair of pants i may add. So I ask myself how is this happening. The last time it happened which was 2 months ago I literly had to staple the crutch of pants untill I could make it home at lunch to change. So to my surprise today the same thing I look down and low and behold no crutch. OH my god  I cant believe this,, unreal. What the hell is the problem why cant I keep my pants from bursting open. I mean I not over weight  im an average size person so i begin to think...Hmmmmmmmmm Ive got it. It the way i sit at my desk at work (I think) I try to get way too comfy at work. I'm not quite sure but im going to need new pants...Can you say Jenny Craig &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691902-106132972295432153?l=ocdandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106132972295432153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106132972295432153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocdandme.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106132972295432153' title=''/><author><name>thisisme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06469042534345149219</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-5691902.post-106124538830218329</id><published>2003-08-18T15:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T09:42:27.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Due to my recent Diagnosis of O.C.D (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder), which is a mild case but basically explains the chaos in my life. I always thought that the strangest things happen to me and im always in the wrong place at the wrong time, but  I recently discoverd that these things don't actually happen to me,, because of my O.C.D I've been constantly creating these situations for myself. Which now put all the events in my life into perspective.&lt;br /&gt;A little about my disorder: first of all im no nut bar, and no i don't line things up by size or colour or shape. But my weakness is  cleaning, im no neat freak if something is out of place thats all right with me just as long as its clean. My main obsession is my life, I write lists and time things and when something gets in my way or slows me down, with this comes the chaos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basicaly this blog will detail the daily events in my life and some from the past &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ive been able to keep my crappy job for 2 yrs now and that is pretty good from me. Ive never been able to stay in one place with the same person or keep a job for any more than 6 months. This is a record for me (clap clap clap). Ive been reading blogs over the last few months and some of them ive become hooked on an i hope you will enjoy my first blog..&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5691902-106124538830218329?l=ocdandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106124538830218329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5691902/posts/default/106124538830218329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocdandme.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106124538830218329' title=''/><author><name>thisisme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06469042534345149219</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>
