<?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-5317206</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:22:34.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop Life</title><subtitle type='html'>This Is Me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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>272</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317206.post-2322084396809296550</id><published>2007-05-29T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T12:02:13.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here I am again.  I didn't mention this last time but I was trying to stick to a thing of no more casual sex.  That lasted until a couple of weeks ago (so it had been 3.5 months) when I got together with this guy.  It was OK.  Just OK.  Cut to Saturday and my dick starts burning when I pee.  Great.  I tried to go see a doctor today but all I could do was make an appointment for tomorrow. So, I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/2322084396809296550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/2322084396809296550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2007_05_27_archive.html#2322084396809296550' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-624811286838077294</id><published>2007-03-05T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T20:02:57.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a while my old friend.  I'm having a crappy day.  My job might end, the other possibilities look crappy, I don't have a Green Card yet, my room mate's addicted to pills, his friend called his boyfriend to talk about it, I overheard it and told my room mate to watch his behaviour and then stupid fuckhead calls that friend telling him what I said.  Fucking idiot, now the friend thinks I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/624811286838077294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/624811286838077294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2007_03_04_archive.html#624811286838077294' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-115903733833995569</id><published>2006-09-23T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T11:57:55.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was going through old emails to find what snacks I want from Clare, think I told her recently in an email. Anyway, I came across this note. Liked it, want to have a record of it:I still sort of don't get how he kisses me (and I never made any move to kiss him, that was him, he kissed me as soon as I sat down on his bed next to him), seems into it and gave me a big hug afterwards and we have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/115903733833995569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/115903733833995569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2006_09_17_archive.html#115903733833995569' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-115610719349436003</id><published>2006-08-20T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T13:53:13.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn man, it's been 3 months.  A little update:First I'll cover Joseph and move on.   I finally told him I didn't want to chat to him anymore.  We had not chatted in a while and I finally decided that.  He IMd me out of the blue one day and after a brief chat, I told him I thought it would be better if we didn't chat anymore because I want real friends, not online buddies.  He apologized for not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/115610719349436003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/115610719349436003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2006_08_20_archive.html#115610719349436003' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-114766565649635621</id><published>2006-05-14T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T21:00:56.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um.  I'm lonely and feeling sad.  I got laid today. This guy called Kevin.  It was average.   I was a little too big for him I think.  It was hard to be comfortable, really get into it and let go because of the cast.  Also, he lives in a  dumpy building.  One of those horrible places, it had astroturf on the balcony.  He was into swallowing and I should have let him but I wanted to shoot out and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/114766565649635621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/114766565649635621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2006_05_14_archive.html#114766565649635621' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-114509534165223296</id><published>2006-04-15T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T03:02:23.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good evening my old friend.  Well, I hooked up this week.  With a guy called Adam.   Who I have chatted to more than once in the past 2 or 3 years.  Dumb ass.  Or maybe he does remember me.  I found him on a site once a couple of years ago.  He had a profile and looked hot.  I got in touch and he responded.  We never got together though.  Reluctance on his part I like to think.  If I remember </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/114509534165223296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/114509534165223296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2006_04_09_archive.html#114509534165223296' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-114336080226697190</id><published>2006-03-26T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T00:13:22.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello old secret blog.So, time for some confession.I feel like a big loser lately.  When am I going to come across a guy who is decent, cute and interested/available?  I just found out today that Gary is now dating someone.  Even the ones I barely know and are cute aren't available. Also, life is kind of boring lately.  I wouldn't care so much about having a boyfriend if I had friends to do fun </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/114336080226697190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/114336080226697190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2006_03_26_archive.html#114336080226697190' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-114154704227202299</id><published>2006-03-05T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T00:24:02.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK, I do get the Joseph thing.  It's like Tom, he was nice but didn't rock my world to want to keep doing him.   And I guess JoJo and I got to know each other and he likes me as a person.It's still odd though that he tells me all about and even sends me a transcript of a conversation with Mike but we never hang out.  I mean, he likes me/trusts me enough to send me that but we never hang out?Well </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/114154704227202299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/114154704227202299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2006_03_05_archive.html#114154704227202299' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-114137541357191082</id><published>2006-03-03T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T00:43:33.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aaaah, old secret journal.Back on the topic of Joseph.This is fucked up because I never see him but I think about him all the time, sometimes I wonder if I am in love with him.  I'm probably just jumping to conclusions because then I see him and I feel like 'Yeah, I like him but he's not all that.'  It seemed like we chatted almost every night for a week, now he's absent.  Oh and it was mostly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/114137541357191082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/114137541357191082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2006_02_26_archive.html#114137541357191082' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-113938915891450730</id><published>2006-02-08T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T00:59:18.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I had sex with Joseph on Sunday night.  Kinda happened, kinda expected in hindsight.  I mentioned that I had not gotten laid this weekend (but I had been trying, not like I made it up to see his reaction), he said he would have blown me, then we got into the sex talk and that got me a little worked up and I told him so and then I turned on the webcam and was going to wrap it up but we both got</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/113938915891450730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/113938915891450730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2006_02_05_archive.html#113938915891450730' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-113902960942577215</id><published>2006-02-03T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T21:06:49.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why hello again.  Joseph and I have been chatting and it's been good.  I think/hope I'll get over it.  Doing OK with it so far.  Our chats are really great.  He enjoys the hell out of them too.Hooked up with a CL guy today.  He lived nearby.  He reminded me a little of Artie Lange.  I only regretted it a little afterwards.  He was quite into sucking dick.  There aren't very many cute regular guys</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/113902960942577215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/113902960942577215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2006_01_29_archive.html#113902960942577215' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-113852277030835578</id><published>2006-01-29T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T00:19:30.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello my old friend.  Feeling sad and disappointed these days.  Last weekend I told Joseph that I think I like him.  My email was good.  Let's copy it here actually, shall we?Hey Joseph,I have to tell you something.  I think I like you.  I mean LIKE like.  I write 'I think,' because we've never really spent any time together.  We've chatted a bunch and hooked up and I liked that plenty but it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/113852277030835578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/113852277030835578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2006_01_29_archive.html#113852277030835578' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-113748265341652229</id><published>2006-01-16T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T23:24:47.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The STD turned out not to be an STD, just a bacterial infection, urethritis or something perhaps.I'm still infatuated with Joseph. Oh, it's also that I don't have anything better to do, partly. I love chatting to him, I think about him constantly. And then earlier tonight, I was just thinking 'Aaaaaaaaaaah, I can let it go.' Or something like that. Can't remember the exact thought.But I see him </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/113748265341652229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/113748265341652229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2006_01_15_archive.html#113748265341652229' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-113615962085295543</id><published>2006-01-01T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T15:58:30.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got an STD from Joseph. Truthfully, I can't really stop thinking about him, but then again, not sure whether I'm really into him at the same time. And yet I get jealous when I see ads on Craig's List that sound like him, a few days after we hooked up.  Then I'm thinking, 'Why didn't he call me?'  He's not into me though. Come on, he would show more interest if he was. I could say he just wants </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/113615962085295543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/113615962085295543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113615962085295543' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-113558756099765527</id><published>2005-12-26T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T00:59:21.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What I meant is that I'm not sure I'm that into Joseph.  He doesn't seem into me (let's be honest here, I'm not putting myself down) and he's not perfect for me so whatever happens I'm ok with it.  I think.  And I hope not to obsess about him so much with this realisation.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/113558756099765527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/113558756099765527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2005_12_25_archive.html#113558756099765527' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-113549904996899917</id><published>2005-12-25T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T00:24:09.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's see if I can clarify some feelings.  I got together with Joseph last night.  As I drove off into the night I thought I was happy for it to end up being whatever it's going to be.  If he's not interested, that's fine.  Of course I had the perfect response and was articulate but now I can't think of it.  I guess it was something along the lines of 'We shouldn't have sex any more.  You don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/113549904996899917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/113549904996899917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2005_12_25_archive.html#113549904996899917' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-113091413216593467</id><published>2005-11-01T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T22:48:52.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another thing about hook ups.  You don't like to feel like you are just using the guy and all like they are whores.  But that's what it ends up being like when you aren't into them.  So, more reason not to do it and it's another thing that contributes to making you feel bad.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/113091413216593467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/113091413216593467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2005_10_30_archive.html#113091413216593467' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-113082861059007938</id><published>2005-10-31T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:03:47.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A letter to me.You need to keep in mind your self-esteem. Last night you went and met that guy. The signs were there you just didn't see them and normally you do. His picture was tiny and blurry. But you figured, well he looks like he's going to be hot, regardless. He wasn't. You weren't attracted to him when you saw him, but you felt too awkward just saying "This isn't going to work," when you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/113082861059007938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/113082861059007938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2005_10_30_archive.html#113082861059007938' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-113031678090281863</id><published>2005-10-26T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T01:53:00.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn it, I need to get laid.  I've been skanking on Craig's List for the past few days and nothing.  Then tonight around 10:30pm, Craig's List just fucked up.  No more posts.  Bastards.  I've shaved now so no more action until at least the weekend when some stubble grows and I don't look so awful.  I had to shave now so I look halfway decent on Friday night when I hopefully get to meet potential </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/113031678090281863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/113031678090281863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2005_10_23_archive.html#113031678090281863' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-112997638837682701</id><published>2005-10-22T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T01:51:05.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well well well. More on Nick. So, tonight I was sitting on the computer and reading Craig's List ads. I saw one and it sounded like Nick. I decided to respond to it with another screen name and see if it was him. So, I created a new screen name, used a picture of CJ's boyfriend, D and responded. What do you know? Nick replied. Hmmmph. I switched back to my own account and then sent him a general </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/112997638837682701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/112997638837682701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2005_10_16_archive.html#112997638837682701' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-112889092880342578</id><published>2005-10-09T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T13:52:42.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm thinking I have to start all over again but that makes me smile. It's OK, it happens.I was just reading the previous post and I need to follow up. I did not have an STD. It seems it was imagined. I thought I had discharge and had it checked out. The guy told me I probably had gonorrhea or syphillis and gave me the medication. Once I took the medication I had burning when I pissed. But the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/112889092880342578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/112889092880342578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112889092880342578' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-112648684945731353</id><published>2005-09-11T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T18:00:49.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've gotten some action lately and now I'm paying for it.  Looks like I have an STD.  The fucked up thing is that I wanted to see this guy again and he seemed interested but probably not when I reveal on Monday, "um, you gotta get checked dude."Besides, Joseph, there was Nick before that (who just emailed me this weekend to see that I have not forgotten him).  And Mark before that. Anyway, C has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/112648684945731353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/112648684945731353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2005_09_11_archive.html#112648684945731353' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-112433374197935874</id><published>2005-08-17T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T18:01:35.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wrote this 3 days ago. I will probably want to add more to it but getting it down for now.i was just putting away christian's laundry and doing some more tidying and i thought of something. i think christian has to have chaos in his life. he complains about it but then he does things to make it happen so it could be a subconscious thing. i was tidying his tank tops and i thought 'at some point, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/112433374197935874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/112433374197935874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2005_08_14_archive.html#112433374197935874' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-111727051300682119</id><published>2005-05-28T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T01:57:38.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi old sex journal. It's been a while. That's because I haven't been getting much.  Actually any.  I gave up on the online thing after Joel. Cut to a couple of weeks ago when I get an email from Austin that he is still interested in having "hot sex" with me. I laughed. Then I thought to take him up on it. Not really looking for hook ups anymore but he's so hot. I am planning on trying to get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/111727051300682119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/111727051300682119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111727051300682119' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-111252070044697057</id><published>2005-04-03T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T01:31:40.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thinking about it more, I think Kurt may have been a little high the two times I got together with him.  Maybe not, I think he might just be a long term stoner so he has that permanently mellow/sleepy thing going on.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/111252070044697057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/111252070044697057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111252070044697057' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-111252052330174974</id><published>2005-04-03T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T18:02:08.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was just checking the ads on CL and saw that Kurt posted an ad about 90 minutes ago. He lied about his age and wrote that 420 and light partying was cool. What does that mean, light partying? People do a little crystal as opposed to tons of it? About a week ago I saw Kurt post another ad on CL and even though I had thought and written here that I shouldn't see him again, he posted a picture of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/111252052330174974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/111252052330174974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111252052330174974' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-111012558399427511</id><published>2005-03-06T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T08:13:03.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Austin just wasn't that into me.  The same way I wasn't into Brian, David and Green Hornet Guy and just couldn't tell them straight out.  Just had to tell myself that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/111012558399427511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/111012558399427511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111012558399427511' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-110954057658352711</id><published>2005-02-27T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T13:42:56.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went and had sex with Kurt last night.  It was good.  He's pretty good in bed.  I don't want to date him though.  The problem is that he's just not that cute.  Call me shallow but I don't want to repeat that situation.    And of course I thought of Austin at some point.  I know it probably wouldn't work but he WAS cute and seemed like a decent person so there were possibilities.  I was hoping </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110954057658352711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110954057658352711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110954057658352711' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-110932147811382888</id><published>2005-02-25T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T00:51:18.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went and hooked up with a guy tonight.  Close to giving up when a handsome looking guy emailed me from my Craig's List ad earlier in the evening.  So, I went and met him.  He was an English guy who grew up in Texas but still had the accent.He was OK looking.  Amazing body though.  And mostly about servicing.  Blew me and played with my ass.  I guess I can understand Austin after this.  This guy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110932147811382888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110932147811382888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110932147811382888' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-110930426794929464</id><published>2005-02-24T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T20:04:27.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, here I sit at my computer on a Thursday night.  Damn that Austin.  Why couldn't he just say he wasn't interested?I went and met with another guy last night, RW.  He was from Craig's List.  He was OK but a little too hairy and a little too chubby.  He was in decent shape except for a gut and he had back hair.  Kinda handsome though and decent guy.  We messed around for a while.  His original </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110930426794929464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110930426794929464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110930426794929464' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-110871451293578223</id><published>2005-02-18T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T00:15:12.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmmmmmm.  53 minute spank session.  Niiiiice.  I thought of AY.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110871451293578223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110871451293578223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110871451293578223' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-110869974044367127</id><published>2005-02-17T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T20:09:00.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Later the other night, after I got stood up by Al, AY started chatting to me online from NY.  So, I guess he's still interested, who knows?  He said he never responded to my email because he was too busy getting ready to go to NY.  It was all just general talk and eventually I ended it to get some stuff done.  No more word since then.  So, I don't know.  But now I can't get into any other guys </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110869974044367127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110869974044367127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110869974044367127' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-110851455821960540</id><published>2005-02-15T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T16:42:38.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh dear.  Since I had the afternoon off, I started watching porn and felt horny.  I posted an ad on Craig's List and a cute guy responded.  So, even though my back needed a waxing I decided to go off and meet him.  But he wasted my time.  He was in walking distance so I walked.  I got there and couldn't find him.  I found his apartment building but he did not give me his apartment number or phone</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110851455821960540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110851455821960540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110851455821960540' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-110845079055242517</id><published>2005-02-14T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T22:59:50.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I might be whining but whatever.  I'll get over AY not replying and not being interested.  But I want a boyfriend.  That's the lesson here.  I want someone to take to the airport.  I want someone to go and hang out with at his home.  I want to sleep over.  I want to plan a Saturday together.  I want to go to dinner and sit around looking at his records.  I want someone who I want to do that with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110845079055242517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110845079055242517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110845079055242517' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-110843903283984582</id><published>2005-02-14T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T19:43:52.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm upset that AY never responded to my email.  Fucker.  What's a guy to do?  I didn't do anything wrong did I?  Besides being awkward?  Maybe I would never have heard from him again if I'd had sex with him anyway and I just wasn't in the mood.  But I have to remain hopeful.  He's out there somewhere.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110843903283984582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110843903283984582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110843903283984582' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-110784661382174712</id><published>2005-02-07T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T23:00:39.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My brother left tonight. CM is in the bathroom with the light off. I discovered this when AO called. After I got off the phone, I asked him what was going on in there and he told me to go away. I asked why the light was off and he said it wasn't. I said it was and he said he doesn't feel well. And he wouldn't go into it. Well, excuse me. I'll have to remember that next time he wonders why I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110784661382174712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110784661382174712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110784661382174712' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-110586922038193239</id><published>2005-01-16T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T02:00:49.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had sex last night (Friday). I had sex last Friday too. I'll start with last week's. I posted an ad on Craig's List with my picture and he responded. Another guy also responded who was much closer but he didn't have a picture. So, I went and met with the other guy, K, in West LA. I didn't get there until about 3:30am or 3:45am. It was actually pretty good. He was naked except for a t-shirt when</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110586922038193239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110586922038193239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110586922038193239' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-110378890346105244</id><published>2004-12-23T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T00:01:43.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time to update.  A lazy evening tonight but at least I got the new VCR fixed/set up.  Anyways, I have been concerned that I might have a problem with sex, maybe addiction.  Because I don't say no to guys when I go and meet them and I'm not into them.  I hooked up with a guy recently and even though I came it was kind of awful.  He was geeky.  Nothing was happening so I got up to leave, then we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110378890346105244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110378890346105244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110378890346105244' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-110228807383431724</id><published>2004-12-05T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T15:07:53.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got laid last night/this morning.  I came home from CM's show.   I got some guitar practice in and then got online of course.  I felt a little sleepy but not sleepy enough to not be able to do some surfing.  So then I wound up going and hooking up with a guy.  He was a bottom.  He wasn't on a chat, it was just a guy I have spoken to before and he was online so I hit him up.  I figured he was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110228807383431724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110228807383431724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110228807383431724' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-110108158552940281</id><published>2004-11-21T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T15:59:45.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fuck CM bugs the shit out of me sometimes.  I'm really disappointed by him.  Oh fuck, he's back.  More later on dolls and fetishes and not telling me things.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110108158552940281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110108158552940281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110108158552940281' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-110058723181931473</id><published>2004-11-15T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T22:40:31.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MK is annoying!  I haven't liked him since he brought over his ex-girlfriend's dog and didn't take care of it.  That meant the dog ran around everywhere (probably around the laundry too but I have blocked it out if it did) and the icing on the cake was when the dog pissed and shit in the bathroom and I cleaned it up.  MK didn't ever apologise.   Also, when he arrived and I was putting up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110058723181931473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110058723181931473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110058723181931473' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-110007514371604290</id><published>2004-11-10T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T00:25:43.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some guys have no clue.  I guess that's why they are online.  I was chatting to this guy in The Valley tonight.  He was older and sounded interesting.  Looked half decent in his picture but you couldn't see him very well.  After we chatted for a few minutes I asked for another picture.  He sent me another one and it was barely better than the first one.  AND, he had cc'd the picture to someone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110007514371604290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/110007514371604290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110007514371604290' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109869128311113194</id><published>2004-10-25T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T01:01:23.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had some bad sex on Saturday night.  I went and met up with A, a 50 year old who looked fuckable to me.  R was supposed to call me on Saturday but he never did.  Is he pissed that I didn't get in touch until about 1am on Friday night?  I saw him briefly around 6:30pm but then CM got home and needed the computer.  So, I told him I would look out for him later and he said he would be on all night</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109869128311113194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109869128311113194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109869128311113194' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109826967789258103</id><published>2004-10-20T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T03:54:37.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thought I was upset but after thinking about it more, I feel overwhelmed.  Shit isn't going right and I feel like I have lots to do as well.OK, this fucking blog doesn't let me do hard returns by pressing enter for one. The water is not consistently hot and there are tons of dishes to do,It's 3:50am, I have to get up around 6:30am and I still haven't gotten to bed.I couldn't do the labels </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109826967789258103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109826967789258103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109826967789258103' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109816844347582095</id><published>2004-10-18T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T23:47:23.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woo hoo.  Looks like I have a sex date on Saturday.  With R, a guy I found online.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109816844347582095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109816844347582095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109816844347582095' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109633860172325436</id><published>2004-09-27T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T19:30:01.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking more about RS and feeling bad.  I feel bad because he is ultimately disappointed that I only wanted some quick sex.  I've always felt that you should only hook up with a guy if he is only looking for the same thinkg you are, otherwise you are using him.  He didn't get so full on I don't think until way into it but still, I feel bad that he wanted more than I was interested in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109633860172325436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109633860172325436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109633860172325436' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109615452627261365</id><published>2004-09-25T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T16:22:06.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bits to share.I hate that Blogger now doesn't allow you to go to the next line by hitting return.Start with last night.  I went and met a guy, DP.  He wasn't cute.  I had chatted to him a while aog and decided he wasn't cute but I had hopes that he wasn't that bad.  He was worse.  Nice though.  But nothing happened.Today I finally went and met RS.  He is a Mexican guy I have been speaking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109615452627261365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109615452627261365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109615452627261365' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109599977206033296</id><published>2004-09-23T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T21:22:52.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here I am, been thinking about a post and it seems like a good time now.  I was chatting to D online tonight.  D is a guy I chatted to a while back.  I didn't think he was handsome but I left it open in that "maybe some other time" way.  But I was just thinking of him yesterday and couldn't find his picture.  I contacted him tonight when I saw him online.  He isn't that hot.  I remember I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109599977206033296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109599977206033296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109599977206033296' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109566616796484611</id><published>2004-09-20T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T00:42:47.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn it, I want a boyfriend.  I want regular sex with someone.  I want to spend time with someone I like.  I don't want to go to work tomorrow but I've got nothing better to do.  Well, I guess I have some stuff to do at home but I would probably end up sitting around at home if I didn't have to go to work.  At least my bed is relatively clean.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109566616796484611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109566616796484611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109566616796484611' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109504798900955858</id><published>2004-09-12T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T20:59:49.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feeling a little hateful tonight.  Hmmm, I'm just bored with life I guess.  I'm getting things done but not doing anything fun in the last couple of weeks or so I think.  CM doesn't help with his stupid diets, usually means we don't go out to eat much.  I was thinking that maybe I am depressed but I'm probably just bored.  Who knows?Damn!  For a second there I thought a hot guy from the past </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109504798900955858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109504798900955858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109504798900955858' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109489399517286495</id><published>2004-09-11T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T02:13:15.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was out with CM tonight.  I went with him to deliver an envelope he had to drop off to someone in Brentwood.  On the drive back for some reason I was thinking of mum and some shitty things Dad did.  I was thinking in particular about how he cheated on her and gave her an STD and then left her with hardly any money.  What a bastard.V sent me a Barbra worshipping thing of J's tonight that was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109489399517286495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109489399517286495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109489399517286495' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109478734863386240</id><published>2004-09-09T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T20:35:48.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm tired.  The cleaning lady was supposed to come on Wednesday so I woke up early.  She called after I left for work to say she would come on Thursday.  So, I had to get up early today too.I read on MA's live journal that PA is planning on buying a BMW.  That totally fucking sucks since she owes me like $1500.  I expect she might have an excuse but I haven't heard it.  Fucker.  CM told me to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109478734863386240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109478734863386240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109478734863386240' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109401279041938271</id><published>2004-08-31T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T21:26:30.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just finished a disgusting meal of steamed vegetables from Flowering Tree.  They did nothing wrong, it was just steamed vegetables.  It gave me the gross food spasms.  Now I'm ready for a Dougboys sandwich tomorrow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109401279041938271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109401279041938271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109401279041938271' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109393334754339902</id><published>2004-08-30T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T23:22:27.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's 11:12pm and CM is already in bed.  I got back home from washing my car shortly before 11pm and he was already asleep in bed.  What a life.  I have commented to him that our lives are quiet lately.  Not much happening.  He mistook that to mean I wasn't happy and told me tonight that once his upcoming project is happening, life will be more perky.  I told him I wasn't depressed.I came home </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109393334754339902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109393334754339902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109393334754339902' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109375482660458741</id><published>2004-08-28T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T21:47:06.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Laura Branigan died.  AT told me tonight.  I feel sad.CM has gone to a party at KB's.  K's boyfriend T is out of town so K has a little get together at T's house.  CM is spending the night.  Naturally I was not invited.  Feeling a little bored tonight, maybe I'm lonely.  I was even thinking I would go out with BG if he called me.  I'll be OK.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109375482660458741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109375482660458741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109375482660458741' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109372929375985047</id><published>2004-08-28T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T14:41:33.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here I am again.  I do have enough to do today.  Just wanted to post.  So late last night I was chatting to a guy even though I am not supposed to anymore.  Well, this guy was in the Valley channel.  From his screen name, he was a guy looking for skinny guys.  He turned out to be strange though.  I wasn't fully intending to get together with him but there was a chance.  He sent me pictures right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109372929375985047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109372929375985047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109372929375985047' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109368487556670741</id><published>2004-08-28T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T02:21:15.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well!  I just logged in and was typing an entry.  Just as I began to write about an odd beeping coming from the computer, it froze.  Luckily, it was a short entry.  Damn this adware crap and all the problems we have with this computer.Well I have to update my Films To See list and email MG about the Backstreet Boys House of Blues show being cancelled.I better copy this before it freezes again</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109368487556670741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109368487556670741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109368487556670741' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109348985810667277</id><published>2004-08-25T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T20:10:58.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn.  BG called me today.  I should have emailed him before he called to tell him I was not interested in sex or dating. I went to see the film Mean Creek today.  It was pretty good. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109348985810667277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109348985810667277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109348985810667277' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109341785975383016</id><published>2004-08-25T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T00:10:59.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was a good, if uneventful day.  No drama and that's good.  I went to work, slept too late to eat breakfast.  Got change on the way home.  Cutely dressed.  I watched One Hour Photo.  It was OK, a little slow but it had male frontal nudity from Michael Vartan, yum.I got all the laundry done that I could.  I cleared some email.  I did the dishes.  My bed is made.  I didn't nap.  I didn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109341785975383016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109341785975383016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109341785975383016' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109322338963023371</id><published>2004-08-22T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T18:09:49.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hooked up with a guy late last night.  Asshole.  SM was his name or so he said.  He looked a little like JP.  These last minute 3am hook ups just don't work.  Guys just want to get off quickly and go to sleep.  I had verified with S whether he was just looking for a blow job or if he was willing to reciprocate.  He said he would.  I went over there and we went at it.  He blew me occasionally and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109322338963023371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109322338963023371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109322338963023371' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109313646801187734</id><published>2004-08-21T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T18:01:08.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CM and I had a screaming match yesterday.  Have not had one of those in a while.  It was about the phone.  He wanted me to screen calls.  That was fine as long as he realises that sometimes you just can't do it without making it obvious.  When someone says right off the mark "hi, is Christian there?" if you answer with a question it makes it obvious that you are checking.  In theory it sounds OK </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109313646801187734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109313646801187734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109313646801187734' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109297174556795711</id><published>2004-08-19T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T20:15:45.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My throat still hurts!  It's been sore for a week now or thereabouts.  Damn it.  I also burnt my tongue while testing some penne a couple of days ago.RC called me a few minutes ago.  We are going to see The Donnas tonight.  The opening acts are due to start at 8pm.  She was going to be there at 8pm but isn't there yet.  Thinks she will be there around 8:45pm.  So, I have a few minutes to kill.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109297174556795711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109297174556795711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109297174556795711' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109279663179903457</id><published>2004-08-17T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T23:29:37.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not feeling so great tonight. I went to work today and stayed longer than I wanted to (ie, didn't leave as soon as I felt like bolting out of there, stayed on instead to finish the non-urgent work) and it was good because stuff came up while I was finishing and that means I get paid more. Am I depressed or what? I know my life isn't that bad but I sometimes just feel like being alone and doing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109279663179903457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109279663179903457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109279663179903457' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109272737563544000</id><published>2004-08-17T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T00:22:55.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got home a short time ago from going to see the new Naomi Watts film, We Don't Live Here Anymore.  Hmmm, kind of arty and slow.  Glad she didn't have any nudity.  Sitting in this film made me wish I had a boyfriend.  I wanted to be able to go to my boyfriend's house afterwards and fuck.  But I mean I wanted to fuck someone I cared about.  Actually not even fuck, just go over and kiss him and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109272737563544000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109272737563544000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109272737563544000' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109264115665638866</id><published>2004-08-16T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T00:25:56.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to see the Runaways documentary tonight.  I went with RC and her girlfriend K.  RC's friend C was there and he actually hugged me hello.  Odd.  Thought he didn't like me.  RC told me he has never said anything bad about me.  The Runaways documentary was OK.  It was interesting but kind of amateurish.  Going to go and see The Donnas on Thursday with them.  K is cool.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109264115665638866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109264115665638866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109264115665638866' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109256254076740803</id><published>2004-08-15T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T02:35:40.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to see The Corrs tonight.  It was cool.  They did a few too many songs I didn't know but it was nice to see them live.  Nice to hang out with MG too.  She's so lovely.  Oh, I went on a date this afternoon, of sorts.  Met up with a guy who lives near me.  Nice voice, seems like a decent guy.  His online picture is old though - his hair in his picture is brown, in person it was totally grey.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109256254076740803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109256254076740803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109256254076740803' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109247957408565851</id><published>2004-08-14T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T03:32:54.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to see PJ Harvey last night (Thursday).  She performed at Amoeba.  Not terribly exciting.  She's fine but just not my taste.  RC was there and we chatted, fun.  Going to see The Corrs tomorrow night with MG.  I also am meeting a guy from gaydar tomorrow afternoon.  Busy day tomorrow.  Unusually busy weekend for me.  Going to see the Runaways documentary with RC and her girlfriend K on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109247957408565851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109247957408565851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109247957408565851' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109220179616837379</id><published>2004-08-10T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T22:23:16.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fucking exciting shit today.  I got tickets to The Corrs in the eighth row.  I emailed MG and RC over the weekend when I saw Ticketmaster had tickets in the 10th row.  Naturally by the time I heard from one of them, those tickets were gone.  I felt bad, thinking I would miss it.  But I figured it wouldn't hurt to keep checking for tickets.  Today I was at work and decided to check for tickets </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109220179616837379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109220179616837379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109220179616837379' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109212964225256197</id><published>2004-08-10T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T02:20:42.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's late and I can't sleep.  I tried going to bed almost an hour ago but couldn't sleep.  I don't know what the problem is.I went to see Open Water tonight with CM and AO.  Sad.  When we were walking in, I saw HS from WAT  in line.  We recognised each other right when we were in front of one another.  We said hello (I think I said it first, yay me)  and he was surprisingly friendly.  He shook </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109212964225256197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109212964225256197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109212964225256197' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109203960200419756</id><published>2004-08-09T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T01:20:02.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a strange experience with a guy online tonight.  He was just so mean.  I started talking to him and it went immediately downhill.  I recognised his picture.  I guess CM spoke to him ages ago so I had seen the picture on the computer.  I was pretty sure that picture was a couple of years old (I just checked the original and it has been here since February 2003, I thought it was older).  The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109203960200419756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109203960200419756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109203960200419756' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109182331103680848</id><published>2004-08-06T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T13:15:11.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Early day home from work today.  Common lately.  CM was reminding me last night that my life is good.  And I hadn't thought about it but yet it is.I could go and have sex right now.  I won't though.  I got laid 3 days ago and I'm just not in the mood.  And I have a canker sore in my mouth.I might go and see Collateral tonight.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109182331103680848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109182331103680848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109182331103680848' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109176914253096571</id><published>2004-08-05T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T13:11:23.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I emailed K and he replied. It turned out that he had bad food poisoning. That's all well and good but why 3 days after had he still not contacted me. And he mentioned nothing about when we might get together. I know he has been getting online, he checks into the website where we found each other every day. Let’s see if he has checked in recently now……yesterday was his last time.I hooked up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109176914253096571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109176914253096571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109176914253096571' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109151424132160965</id><published>2004-08-02T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T23:24:01.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still no word from K.  Asshole.  I guess I should email him.I felt sick today.  I hardly slept last night.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109151424132160965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109151424132160965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109151424132160965' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109144191459757545</id><published>2004-08-02T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T03:18:34.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>News.  I never heard from K this weekend.  I am thinking 'dickhead!  flake!' but I have that other side that says maybe there is an explanation.  We'll see.  I did get an email from PAA though.  I was just thinking about her on the way to dinner and upset that she had not returned my calls or emails.  When I got home there was an email from her addressing pretty much everything I had been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109144191459757545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109144191459757545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109144191459757545' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109133022695626077</id><published>2004-07-31T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T20:17:06.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well here I am.  Saturday night.  Once again it's been a while since I posted.  I get the computer less these days.  When I do, I don't tend to want to get on a post.  Or CM is nearby and I don't want to risk him seeing.Ummmmm.  I have been chatting to a guy online, K.  He seems nice.  Looks a little like Michael Ontkean.  We had discussed the possibility of getting together tonight but I'm not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109133022695626077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109133022695626077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109133022695626077' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-109066437295991209</id><published>2004-07-24T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T03:19:32.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shit, it's been a while since I last posted.  I have not had internet access at home for almost two weeks.  It looks like I posted just before it went down.  I feel like I have tons to write about but I am so tired.  I went to see The Go-Go's at the Orange County Fair tonight with CM, AO and EM.  Going to see Cyndi Lauper tomorrow at The Greek.CM has been visting family the last couple of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109066437295991209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/109066437295991209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109066437295991209' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-108958245255528012</id><published>2004-07-11T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T14:47:32.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back again.  I just had a guitar lesson and understood a bunch of stuff.  Well shit I had other things to report but forgot now.  But I did want to get that down.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108958245255528012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108958245255528012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108958245255528012' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-108954609089216134</id><published>2004-07-11T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T04:41:30.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's 4:30am.  Fuck, what a long day.  It was kind of fun though.  I worked at a wedding for work.  I left home around 1:15pm and didn't get home until about 2:30am.  It was pretty hectic and my feet are sore but something about it made me enjoy myself.  Being so busy, meeting staff, seeing staff get pissed off.  I was laughing sometimes.  The woman who lived there, oh my God!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108954609089216134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108954609089216134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108954609089216134' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-108926988530629100</id><published>2004-07-07T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T23:58:05.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got laid last night.  I also had a date.  I went and met A.  He was nice but not so cute in person.  I would be friends with him but maybe he won't be interested in that.  We'll see.  It was just after midnight and I was at home about to go to bed.  I was checking my mail and decided to see who was on the chats.  I told one guy he was handsome, then we got to chatting and I wound up going to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108926988530629100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108926988530629100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108926988530629100' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-108908758852095310</id><published>2004-07-05T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T21:19:48.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4th of July yesterday.  It was decent.  VA picked me up and we went out on G’s boat.  G is an old friend of S’s.  He was a cool guy.  Straight, surfer guy but seemed nice.  His fiancée L was there too and some other people came, M &amp; R and R &amp; L.  We sat on the boat, ate, watched the fireworks and hung out.  VA decided she wanted cupcakes shortly before the fireworks started.  I went with her to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108908758852095310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108908758852095310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108908758852095310' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-108893162589181346</id><published>2004-07-04T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T02:00:25.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw a couple of noteworthy people this weekend so far.  Friday after work I went to Santa Monica to shop for black pants.  I saw Chris Penn.  He wasn't looking so great.  Pretty much the way he has looked since the 90's.  I also saw Amy Locane which isn't terribly noteworthy.  Has she worked lately?  I will have to look her up.  Today I saw Lance Bass.  I went bowling with VA and DG and her guy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108893162589181346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108893162589181346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108893162589181346' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-108849261953144786</id><published>2004-06-28T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T00:03:39.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a week since I posted so I have probably forgotten some things that went on.  I'll start with this passed weekend.  I went to see a film on Friday night called Wilderness Survival For Girls.  It was decent but pretty cheap.  I saw JC there so that was cool, nice to have someone to sit with.Saturday was long.  I went with CM and some of his friends and their friends to a child pageant </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108849261953144786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108849261953144786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108849261953144786' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-108779383859622375</id><published>2004-06-20T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T23:25:24.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A few things to report.I went on a casual date yesterday.  With P.  We went hiking.  I chatted to him late Friday night and we agreed I would call him at noon on Saturday.  So, we met up.  He wasn't quite as cute in person but a nice person and ok.  I wonder if he thinks I'm not interested.  To be honest, I have been going backwards and forwards but I keep going back to 'I should get to know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108779383859622375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108779383859622375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108779383859622375' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-108762479356229097</id><published>2004-06-18T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T22:59:53.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Busy day.  Today wound up being my last working day for P.  Came a little unexpectedly.  The fact that she paid me came unexpected too.  She owed me for 8 weeks and had kept promising to pay me but didn’t have the money.  She paid me half the money she owes me but that was more than I expected.  Hopefully she will come up with the rest.I went to a strange event this evening.  There is a film </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108762479356229097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108762479356229097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108762479356229097' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-108728406560090169</id><published>2004-06-15T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T00:21:05.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I ate too much again tonight.  I had fried chicken and macaroni &amp; cheese.  And some ice cream.  Now I have that sickening too full feeling.Last episode of WB Superstars was tonight.  It sucked.  They copped out in the end and told the girl she had promise.  And Rosa didn't win.I did the Santa Monica Stairs yesterday.  Never done that before.  My legs hurt today because of it.I went to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108728406560090169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108728406560090169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108728406560090169' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-108707129528201383</id><published>2004-06-12T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T13:14:55.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another lazy Saturday.  It's 1pm and I am still sitting here.  I got up around 10:20am.  I had set my alarm to get up at 9:40am expecting CM to go to work around then so I could get up and jerk off (you have to take advantage of time alone when you share a home with someone) but I went back to sleep.I've been sitting here at the computer since 11:13am.  I should get cracking soon, I'll go do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108707129528201383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108707129528201383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108707129528201383' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-108696867645047720</id><published>2004-06-11T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T08:44:36.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn President Reagan.  I went to the Post Office today to check how much shipping is to Austria and it's fucking closed.  They are taking a day of mourning for Reagan.  What special things did he do for the Post Office?  Fuckers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108696867645047720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108696867645047720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108696867645047720' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-108693706007998456</id><published>2004-06-10T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T23:57:40.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back home.  Had to stay in a hotel for a couple of days this week as the apartment was being gassed for termites.What else?  I was sick last night.  Went to dinner and I guess it didn't go down so well.  Won't go back there.Went to see the film of Margaret Cho's last show Revolution tonight.  I didn't laugh much.  Good for her though.I am owed a ton of money at work and will probably stop </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108693706007998456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108693706007998456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108693706007998456' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-108658314956450997</id><published>2004-06-06T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T21:39:09.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I don't have much to do.  Actually I do but I thought I would write a wrap up of the weekend.  Friday I left work early, went to Freakbeat Records, a second hand music store I haven't been to yet.  Nothing great.  I came across some Robbie Williams CD's for $4 each at first so that was promising but ultimately nothing.  Then I got some jeans at Buffalo Exchange in the Valley.  I think they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108658314956450997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108658314956450997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108658314956450997' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-108623573211411120</id><published>2004-06-02T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T21:08:52.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another boring day at work today.  I was falling asleep.  My boss didn't bother to come in.  I got some new sheets not too long ago and they aren't great.  I thought that 100% cotton would be better than a polyester blend but I was wrong.  They feel rough.I forgot to mention something recently.  I discovered this great store a couple of weeks ago.  I went in and spent $120 there.  Woo.  I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108623573211411120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108623573211411120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108623573211411120' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-108604056686662049</id><published>2004-05-31T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T14:56:06.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wound up trying to hook up with a guy last night/early this morning.  I had a warning sign.  He only had one picture and that’s usually bad news.  But he was leaving today to go to Europe for 4 months so I thought that might be another sign of procrastinating with a guy and then missing out.  He looked handsome in his picture which was a headshot.  He lives in Hermosa!  But since it was 3am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108604056686662049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108604056686662049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108604056686662049' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-108587213647233652</id><published>2004-05-29T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T16:08:56.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn, I had things to write but I forgot them by the time I logged on.  I bought the CD single for Stand by Jewel today.  I have never seen it around but found it at House Of Records.  Then I played it and the word hookers is skipped.  Totally fucking annoyed me.  Well I better go and get my car oil changed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108587213647233652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108587213647233652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108587213647233652' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-108563730017220367</id><published>2004-05-26T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T22:55:00.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I discovered I was wrong about something today.  I asked my boss to get me tickets to The Corrs through a contact.  She told me she had sent an email but hadn't heard anything.  I thought she just couldn't be bothered.  I went into her email account and there was nothing in the sent mail.  So, I thought she had lied to me and was a little disappointed.  But today I saw a reply email she got so I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108563730017220367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108563730017220367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108563730017220367' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-108529439325802844</id><published>2004-05-22T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T20:51:27.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I forgot to mention last Sunday that when CM found out I was going to hook up with JM, he offered to give me a hand job if I didn't go.  Ha ha ha ha ha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108529439325802844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108529439325802844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108529439325802844' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-108527822143847737</id><published>2004-05-22T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T19:10:21.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Saturday night and I'm home alone.  I don't like to be alone on Saturday nights.  But going out and getting laid would just be too pathetic.  I have things to occupy me but I hoped CM would be home.  But he went off to AO's for a sleep over.  So, I'm a little sad.I went hiking today for 90 minutes.  Longest hike I have taken.Bucks Fizz is on the iTunes.  Woo.  Lately I have trouble </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108527822143847737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108527822143847737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108527822143847737' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-108521485426364327</id><published>2004-05-22T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T01:34:14.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to see New York Minute tonight with MA.  Not horrendous but not great either.  I had spoken to AT during the week about getting together over the weekend.  He wanted to try dubbing that Matt Ramsey compilation again.  I got home and called him as I had planned and we agreed to meet at 2pm on Saturday.  Then I called him and suggested going over right then (it was 10pm).  So, I did.  No sex</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108521485426364327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108521485426364327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108521485426364327' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-108494589401984917</id><published>2004-05-18T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T22:51:34.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really want to keep eating the same way I ate on Sunday but I am trying to avoid it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108494589401984917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108494589401984917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108494589401984917' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-108494586101899253</id><published>2004-05-18T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T22:51:01.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My legs are still sore from tensing up when I was getting blown on Sunday.I was just speak to JD!  Woo!  I have been waiting for him to IM me, hoping he was still interested and it looks like he is.  I'm waiting for him to come back to the computer from doing whatever to see if he wants to get together next weekend.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108494586101899253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108494586101899253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108494586101899253' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-108492101107854770</id><published>2004-05-18T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T15:56:51.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another boring day at work today with nothing to do.  We are moving offices tomorrow.  It's all going to be temporary though, using a spare office of the producers of our current project (no guilt since they haven't paid us yet) for the moment until my always cash strapped boss can afford to pay for a new office.  She told me a while back that she was all settled with back rent here but it turns </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108492101107854770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108492101107854770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108492101107854770' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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-5317206.post-108483265661115443</id><published>2004-05-17T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T15:24:16.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I felt a little ill last night from eating too much and had to make myself throw up before bed.  It wasn't chunky, it was a thick creamy puke that came out.  I guess it had been sitting for a while.I'm at work today and totally bored now.  I wish I had some CD's or the iPod.  I have tried to listen to AOL Radio but it sucks.I emailed JM today.  Just to say hey and mention that he was really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108483265661115443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5317206/posts/default/108483265661115443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blapopbla.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108483265661115443' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555183710551641287</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>
