<?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-6302487729530873321</id><updated>2011-10-01T09:28:08.455-07:00</updated><category term='Work'/><title type='text'>Works For Me..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TheLadySmoke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079958611923244105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/S_qrnQlmiKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ialqqWO1xy4/S220/5492d0f5be7334b50271ba7fa33fc8e0_1220841.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302487729530873321.post-2938111082278795623</id><published>2011-05-17T18:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T18:04:23.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rapture And You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So there’s a lot of talk going around about the rapture coming this Saturday!&amp;#160; I’m going to go on record saying the the rapture will not happen this Saturday at 6:00pm.. and this is why.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matthew 24:36 “No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Not even Jesus Christ knows the day, time, or year of when the rapture is coming.&amp;#160; If the Angels in Heaven and the son of God himself don’t know, you can be sure that measly humans such as ourselves sure as shit don’t know.&amp;#160; Humans need to get over themselves, we are not all knowing and we cannot predict the future.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have seen people saying things like “I’m going to laugh when the world continues on May 22nd.”&amp;#160;&amp;#160; I get the point of what they’re saying, but I don’t think they really understand what the rapture is.. When the true rapture happens the world will still go on for years.. The people left behind will still not believe that it happened, they’ll laugh and go on with their lives.&amp;#160; The rapture is only one part of the coming apocalypse. All people who believe in Jesus Christ will be taken from this Earth at the same time.&amp;#160; All that will be left are their clothing.. In case you don’t really know what I mean, here is a photo.. (via &lt;a href="http://www.chick.com"&gt;chick tracts&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/TdMbELABkZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/uxWHvEV6-KY/s1600-h/5025_02%5B3%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="5025_02" border="0" alt="5025_02" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/TdMbEfRxMrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XnXdld31D_M/5025_02_thumb%5B1%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="482" height="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So anyway, that’s all the rapture is… One day a huge chunk of the worlds population will be gone.. You may think that’s scary, but the scary thing is what all those people left behind will have to go through.. Even scarier is that after everything they still won’t believe the word of God.&amp;#160; After the rapture comes war, famine, disease &amp;amp; death.. The anti-christ will follow and “solve” the worlds problems. There’ll be unified currency, religion and a false sense of security throughout the entire world. The anti-christ will be worshiped, he will not allow people to buy or sell anything without the “mark” on your hand or forehead. Anyone who doesn’t get the mark will be beheaded. Here’s another picture so you can let that sink in a little. (via &lt;a href="http://www.chick.com"&gt;chick tracts&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/TdMbE9C1W2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/cS_r14zU_8U/s1600-h/5025_14%5B4%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="5025_14" border="0" alt="5025_14" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/TdMbFf78C0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/ss9zJWRMDrc/5025_14_thumb%5B2%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="488" height="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, after the entire world basically goes to shit, Jesus Christ comes back! (the thing to note here, that I think is really interesting… Is that the devil and his demons are NOT scary, they are tempting, sensuous &amp;amp; beautiful.&amp;#160; Jesus and his Angels are warriors, they come with the wrath of God and they come to start a war. *the Armageddon* They’re going to be feared by a lot of people when they see it.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rev 19:11-15 “And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war. His eyes were as a flame of fire, and on his head were many crowns; and he had a name written, that no man knew, but he himself. And he was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood: and his name is called The Word of God. And the armies which were in heaven followed him upon white horses, clothed in fine linen, white and clean. And out of his mouth goeth a sharp sword, that with it he should smite the nations: and he shall rule them with a rod of iron: and he treadeth the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After all this, Jesus beats Satan and then judgement day is upon us!&amp;#160; #JustSayin if you reject Jesus and miss the rapture, you will more than likely accept the mark of the beast.. Doing so will result in you burning in hell. (Sorry.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acts 16:31 “And they said, believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved..”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;John 14:6 “Jesus answered, “I am the way, the truth and the light. No one comes to the Father except through me..””&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, my point for this post was to clear up some confusion I’ve seen on what the Rapture actually is.&amp;#160; Some think that it is ‘the end of the world’ it’s really not.. It’s just the beginning.&amp;#160; My advice to you is to accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savoir.&amp;#160; Admit that you are a sinner and be willing to change your ways.&amp;#160; Believe that Jesus Christ died for your sins, was buried, and rose from the dead three days later.&amp;#160; Invite Jesus into your heart and see the positive affect it will have on your life.&amp;#160; The power of God is amazing, and I really want you to see the beauty in having a faith driven life.&amp;#160; God has a plan for you and I hope you open yourself to see what it is. If you still don’t believe in God and Jesus.. well.. I’ll be praying for you. &lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-left-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/TdMbFh-axcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/axSt2WMoHps/wlEmoticon-smile%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302487729530873321-2938111082278795623?l=theladysmoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2938111082278795623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6302487729530873321&amp;postID=2938111082278795623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/2938111082278795623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/2938111082278795623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/2011/05/rapture-and-you.html' title='The Rapture And You'/><author><name>TheLadySmoke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079958611923244105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/S_qrnQlmiKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ialqqWO1xy4/S220/5492d0f5be7334b50271ba7fa33fc8e0_1220841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/TdMbEfRxMrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/XnXdld31D_M/s72-c/5025_02_thumb%5B1%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302487729530873321.post-3467098686157718827</id><published>2011-05-05T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T20:38:17.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lies Men Tell..</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIE #1: I’LL CALL YOU RIGHT BACK       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ladies, this one is a very common lie.&amp;#160; Unfortunately we ALL fall for it.&amp;#160; Five minutes turns into fifteen which turns into an hour, and then it’s 3:00am and you’re sitting there like.. Wtf? You can deal with this a couple of ways.. Call him back and demand to know why he didn’t call you, or ignore the poor bastard for a few days and punish him.&amp;#160; When a man gets caught in an ‘ill call you right back’ lie, he’ll try to cover his ass with excuse upon excuse.. ‘Something came up’, ‘My mom called’, ‘I forgot’ &amp;lt;—Liar!&amp;#160; There is a way to tell the difference between a legit ‘I’ll call you right back’ and a lie, pay attention to tone throughout your conversation.. Does he sound rushed, uninterested or distracted?&amp;#160; If yes, he’s lying when he says he’ll call you back.&amp;#160; If he sighs at any point during letting you go, he’s not going to call you back.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIE #2: SHE’S JUST A FRIEND       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This one makes me snarl just thinking about it.&amp;#160; If he has to go out of his way to tell you she is just a ‘friend’ I’m sorry to say it, but no she’s not just a friend.&amp;#160; Men can cheat on you in more ways than one, there’s physical and emotional cheating.&amp;#160; Just because he’s not sticking his hoohoodilly and her nana doesn’t mean he thinks of her as just a friend.&amp;#160; To find out if your boyfriend is emotionally cheating on you, just pay attention to who he goes to talk about his problems.. If it’s her, you have a problem.&amp;#160; What if something exciting happens in his life, maybe a promotion or a new car, who does he call first, you or her?&amp;#160; If he runs to her whenever you are in a fight with him, and tells her personal information that should not be shared with someone outside of the relationship.. Need I say more? To deal with this you can confront him, ignore it or go out and find a man friend to share all your emotional needs with.&amp;#160; Trust me when I say, he WILL notice that you are sharing your feelings with another man.&amp;#160; If you’re lucky he will understand how you’re feeling and cut it out.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIE #3: NO, I WASN’T WATCHING PORN       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes, yes he was.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIE #4: BE THERE IN FIVE MINUTES       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Men work on a different clock then women, five minutes to them is more like thirty-five in real time.&amp;#160; Here is a timetable:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;MAN TIME&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; REAL TIME     &lt;br /&gt;5 min&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; 35min      &lt;br /&gt;15min&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; 60min      &lt;br /&gt;Half an hour&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; an hour and a half      &lt;br /&gt;An Hour&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; 2+ hours      &lt;br /&gt;Right Away&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Tomorrow      &lt;br /&gt;In A Bit&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Never&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIE #5: I DIDN’T KNOW MY OWN STRENGTH       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;So this one is a little less jokey than the others.. If you find that you are with someone who hurts you, leaves marks on your body or tries to dominate your life in other ways, please use your brain and think about what he’s really doing to you.&amp;#160; You absolutely cannot stay with a man who uses lie #5, this one is the deal breaker.&amp;#160; ‘I didn’t mean it’, ‘It will never happen again’.. These are all lies, if he gets so angry that he can’t control himself around you, you have to leave.&amp;#160; If you can’t leave, then call someone who can help you.. There is always a way out!&amp;#160; Every man knows his own strength, they’re not as ignorant as they want you to believe.&amp;#160; The longer you stay in an abusive relationship the more damage he is going to do to your psyche.&amp;#160; One day it is going to go too far and you could end up permanently damaged or dead.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Ladies, it’s time we pulled up our big girl panties, recognize the lies, and punish these men for their dirty deeds!&amp;#160; Crack the whip a bit and make him crave your attention.&amp;#160; Men should be under our heels not barking wildly like an untrained animal.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;..Just Sayin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302487729530873321-3467098686157718827?l=theladysmoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3467098686157718827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6302487729530873321&amp;postID=3467098686157718827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/3467098686157718827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/3467098686157718827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/2011/05/lies-men-tell.html' title='The Lies Men Tell..'/><author><name>TheLadySmoke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079958611923244105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/S_qrnQlmiKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ialqqWO1xy4/S220/5492d0f5be7334b50271ba7fa33fc8e0_1220841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302487729530873321.post-9025126969454698880</id><published>2011-04-28T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T15:42:34.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quality Roommates And Why You Need One</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So here I am, sitting on my ‘cat chair’ drinking a beer, blasting some Lady Gaga while typing ferociously at another blogpost.&amp;#160; The beauty of this is that I am doing these things early in the day without judgement.&amp;#160; Beer thirty, Lady Gaga &amp;amp; social networking are common topics in my house.&amp;#160; Let me tell you, it took a while to find a really great roommate, someone who cleans, likes my music, has the same sick addiction to TV and movies as I do and who can appreciate coming home after work, not saying a word, but just cracking open a beer and not leaving the couch for hours.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It may not sound like I’m looking for amazing roommate qualities, but it is hard to find someone you are compatible living with.&amp;#160; My first roommate was a disaster!&amp;#160; We met online on a roommate finding website and moved in without meeting each other first.&amp;#160; Which is fine, I only met my other roommates for about twenty minutes before we signed contracts and started moving stuff in.&amp;#160; Everything is fine for the first month or so with a new roommate, but after a certain point you stop trying to be overly and you let your true self out.&amp;#160; Obviously it is a two way street when living with another person.. but wow!&amp;#160; I never knew I moved in with such a complete psychopath!&amp;#160; Turns out my roommate decided she was going to take herself off her meds. (Oh boy!) She was on anti-anxiety, anti-depressants and who knows what else!&amp;#160; She switched to all natural herbal “medicine”. I’m sorry to say, but sometimes you need legit medication with all the crazy toxins and ingredients you don’t know how to pronounce.&amp;#160; (not sayin, JUST sayin!)&amp;#160; But, oh man.. did her freak flag ever fly! She started harping on me for the most insane things, she would lecture me on buying certain toothpaste because they test on animals! Also, how dare I keep buying advil when she has these all natural herbal medicines in the cupboard that work just as well and have none of the *cough* good stuff that actually makes you feel better. lmao (just sayin). No offence to you guys who actually use these natural pills for when you’re sick.. But when a girl gets cramps.. We need our ibuprofen! She judged me for eating frozen foods, then would go and eat all my food when I was out because she slipped up on her “diet” of bamboo and other gross all natural foods.&amp;#160; (which was obviously my fault for having the fatty foods in the house) After all this, she started to say she didn’t like me friends, she didn’t want them coming over anymore.&amp;#160; That was the last straw, she straight up got in a yelling fit and I moved out at the end of month.&amp;#160; You would think that would be the end of it all, but it wasn’t.&amp;#160; She took the stuff that I hadn’t finished moving and locked it in the basement, she refused to give me my stuff! She said I had to pay her money for a bill she hadn’t even received yet before she would give me my stuff…. I DO NOT NEGOTIATE WITH TERRORISTS! But alas, the terrorists win sometimes.. I really wanted my $400 crying elephant statue back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My next roommates were also found online on the same website.&amp;#160; They we’re awesome.. at first.&amp;#160; We lived in a townhouse next to Algonquin College in Ottawa, so you might be able to see where I’m going with this.. At that point in my life I was not interested in partying, all I wanted to do was work the night shift, sleep during the day and have some peace and quiet in-between.&amp;#160; There was no hope of that whatsoever with my two roommates.&amp;#160; They had parties every single night, I didn’t get any sleep (sleep is very important to me fyi).&amp;#160; My roommates were running on beer and pizza! (I would get along with them wickedly right now of course, but back then I had no interest in parties.)&amp;#160; So let’s just say I was relieved when they said they weren’t resigning the lease.&amp;#160; I packed it up and moved back to Winnipeg, too many bad roommates in Ottawa! lol.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So here I am, in my current townhouse, with my awesome roommate sitting in the basement watching a marathon of Two And A Half Men.&amp;#160; This is the first time that I have a roommate that really gets it, and is on the same page as me.&amp;#160; We have our own living rooms and I think that helps a lot with getting along (lol. though if we had to share it would work fine, we watch all the same shows).&amp;#160; But this is the first place where I get a LOT of privacy and with a non-judgemental roommate.&amp;#160; She likes to have a few beers after work, smoke one and not be disturbed. She comes home and see’s me yelling into my webcam for a chat room filled with strangers and just laughs, anyone else would seriously wonder what the heck I was doing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now for the problem.. We’re not resigning the lease here because the rental company is a joke.&amp;#160; They cut off our water, hydro and refuse to fix anything that breaks.&amp;#160; It’s ridiculous.&amp;#160; We have to be totally out by July 31st at noon!&amp;#160; All I can think is WTF I’M LOSING MY FAVOURITE ROOMMATE! Shit. Shit. I’m so fucked.&amp;#160; Sadly, I can’t take over the lease because I don’t make nearly enough money to afford a place on my own.&amp;#160; My faith in finding a good roommate is… limited. In Ottawa it wouldn’t be such a big deal, because it’s illegal there for someone to not allow you to rent somewhere if you have pets.&amp;#160; But in Manitoba all you hear is “Pets? GTFO!” I basically have to buy a house so I can live with my cats.&amp;#160; If I can’t afford a lease on a townhouse, I definitely can’t afford a mortgage. SAD! I know.&amp;#160; I may be faced with moving back into my parents house. 0_0 (AKA the worst roommates ever.. I would take the crazy stealing my food lady over them)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is where I throw myself at your mercy!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160; There has to be someone out there in twitterland who is looking for a quality roommate, and I can assure you that’s me!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is what I bring to the table:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- 420+ DVD’s (movies and TV series, including ALL the Star Trek movies)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Two trouble making cats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Xbox 360 + Kinect, Rockband, Guitar Hero, Lips and others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- A lot of candles.. in case there’s ever a black out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Pretty decent book collection (50% of which are vampire romance *wink*)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- A shwack load of shoes.. If you are a size 6, 6.5 or 7 we can share!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- I’m quiet for the most part, though you will sometimes catch me screaming at my webcam drunk off organic alcohol coolers. #justsayin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- I have a lot of really awesome martini glasses and wine goblets as well as beer mugs. I do have Star Trek cups too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, that’s all that I will say for now.&amp;#160; Google: TheLadySmoke, you’ll find me. I need a total bitchin rockstar from Mars roommate so let’s see what’s up! &lt;img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-left-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/TbntWcejI8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/Qqpn_ZmqraM/wlEmoticon-smile%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;- Sarah Jane &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302487729530873321-9025126969454698880?l=theladysmoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/feeds/9025126969454698880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6302487729530873321&amp;postID=9025126969454698880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/9025126969454698880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/9025126969454698880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/2011/04/quality-roommates-and-why-you-need-one.html' title='Quality Roommates And Why You Need One'/><author><name>TheLadySmoke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079958611923244105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/S_qrnQlmiKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ialqqWO1xy4/S220/5492d0f5be7334b50271ba7fa33fc8e0_1220841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/TbntWcejI8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/Qqpn_ZmqraM/s72-c/wlEmoticon-smile%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302487729530873321.post-4643230883121246659</id><published>2011-01-12T16:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T16:39:24.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Bad Girlfriend Pt. 4 - Girls, Girls, Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;They say there is a time and a place for everything.. and it's called College.&amp;#160; Well, I’m a drop out.&amp;#160; You can call it whatever you want, but this is my story.&amp;#160; A lot of people don't like to label love, and it's for good reason.&amp;#160; People are quick to judge and hate things that they don't understand or can't relate to.&amp;#160; What we need to understand is that everyone has different taste in picking their mate, some like big muscles, strong eyes and a tough guy attitude,others may prefer the introvert with the sad soul and an infinity for writing.&amp;#160; Accepting different tastes in men is easier than accepting an interest for the same sex. I've faced judgement from my closest friends, and for what?&amp;#160; Being with someone who makes me happy?&amp;#160; You would think that your best friends would be the only ones who would truly get you, but in my case they are the ones who know me the least.&amp;#160; I've been called a slut, a whore and a dyke.. a few more of the labels I don't like.&amp;#160; Sex to me is about expressing an intense emotion physically and when you're with the right person it becomes something spiritual, whether that person is a male or a female.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For me this all started as using my 'girlfriend' as an excuse not to go out with certain guys, it's a lot easier for a drunk dude to take a hint when you have a hot babe hangin’ on your arm. As sick as it is, a lot of guys don't take 'no' for an answer, it's very annoying and borderline harassment.&amp;#160; Sometimes even telling a guy that you're into girls just wasn’t enough, &amp;quot;Prove it&amp;quot; they would say.&amp;#160; We didn't care that much though, she was just as attention starved as me.&amp;#160; We loved having everyone staring at us while we were out together.&amp;#160; Even after ‘proving it’ with a kiss, bull-headed boys still wouldn't take the hint.&amp;#160; &amp;quot;Hey maybe the three of us should get together.&amp;quot; What is so hard to understand about not wanting to hook up with you?&amp;#160; You are not a rock god, you are a random drunk dude in a cheap Winnipeg bar.&amp;#160; After a while of posing as lesbians, we started to do it on our own.&amp;#160; There's something special about a woman's lips that you really can't understand until you feel it for yourself.&amp;#160; They're so soft and delicate, it is a nice break from the hard embrace you feel from kissing men.&amp;#160; Being with a woman over a man is an entirely different experience, from emotions to orgasms everything is sweeter.&amp;#160; Sometimes a girl needs a little honey after being with the bees for so long.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We started seeing each other, casually of course.&amp;#160; After a couple months we took it public again, at a big social.&amp;#160; We got completely smashed and out of control, this was the first time I’ve ever been kicked out of a bar/social.&amp;#160; It started with a few drinks, a couple kisses and a random guy standing around watching everything we were doing.&amp;#160; A few moments later one guy grew into five guys, then ten.. and then I don’t know how many.&amp;#160; They had us surrounded, watching us dance with each other.&amp;#160; The women in the crowd started shooting dirty looks and yelling out “sluts”.&amp;#160; If it was a guy I was dancing with I guarantee that there would have been no crowd and no second glances.&amp;#160; But that’s the way the world sees something different.&amp;#160; When we tried to get away from the crowd of guys a couple of them didn’t think it was a good idea.&amp;#160; They cornered us and tried to make us make out with each other.&amp;#160; When we refused they tried to separate us and tried to put on their “charm”.. 'Charm’ is putting it very, very lightly, basically they tried to force us to hook up with them.&amp;#160; When we yelled at them to get lost they threw full beers in our faces. (That was a first for me too. Let me tell ya, it buuurns!)&amp;#160; My girlfriend was a pistol, she is the wrong girl to throw a beer at.&amp;#160; Screaming and yelling and swinging punches followed.&amp;#160; Security came and told us that WE had to leave, not the two guys who basically tried to force themselves on us.&amp;#160; We were escorted out of the social and not allowed back in.&amp;#160; I still can’t believe it!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Later at the after party, we had a girls-only hot tub party (there was about 5 of us).&amp;#160; Everything was great until a couple random guys walked into the backyard, they said “Hey, we saw you at the social.” I knew immediately they were the two douche bag’s who threw beer in our faces.&amp;#160; I called them out on it, they denied it.&amp;#160; So we decided to play with them, they wanted a fun night.. We’d let them have one.&amp;#160; She whispered something to me that just made my night, “I kind of want to ruin their lives.”&amp;#160; So, we did.&amp;#160; We had a “No Clothes” party and took many pictures.&amp;#160; The next day we found them on Facebook, and their girlfriends.&amp;#160; Needless to say they didn’t have girlfriends for very much longer.&amp;#160; Never test an angry woman, she will bite back!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After the novelty of our relationship wore off, we had a very natural split.&amp;#160; Breaking up with her was one of the easiest things I've ever done in my life, we were both in the exact same moments in our lives and we both wanted the same thing.&amp;#160; We had a few great months together and I’ve experienced things with her that I have never felt with anyone else.&amp;#160; I don’t regret any of the decisions I have made in my lifetime, without those choices I wouldn’t be who I am today.&amp;#160; To lose respect from my friends because of these choices is on them, not me,&amp;#160; These are my confessions after all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302487729530873321-4643230883121246659?l=theladysmoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/feeds/4643230883121246659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6302487729530873321&amp;postID=4643230883121246659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/4643230883121246659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/4643230883121246659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/2011/01/confessions-of-bad-girlfriend-pt-4.html' title='Confessions of a Bad Girlfriend Pt. 4 - Girls, Girls, Girls'/><author><name>TheLadySmoke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079958611923244105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/S_qrnQlmiKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ialqqWO1xy4/S220/5492d0f5be7334b50271ba7fa33fc8e0_1220841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302487729530873321.post-7026114456506672632</id><published>2011-01-03T14:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T14:14:13.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions Of A Bad Girlfriend Pt 3: Good Girl Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It’s sad to admit, but it doesn’t take very much to ruin a good girl.&amp;#160; One guy, one night.. that could be it.&amp;#160; One cheating husband, one dirty photo, one sext message.. Where is the line between innocent flirting and cheating?&amp;#160; I don’t think there is one clear answer to this, everyone has their own opinions.&amp;#160; Really, I think cheating is all relationship specific as well.&amp;#160; But once it happens to you and you see him cross that line, I’m not sure if there is any going back.&amp;#160; How could you ever really trust that person again?&amp;#160; You may not want to admit it to yourself, but the relationship is over.&amp;#160; You can end it right then and there like the swift pulling of a band aid, or you can do it the hard way (AKA The Way I Did It).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When I found out my boyfriend (at the time) was seeing another girl, I kept it to myself at first. My decision to torture him was an easy one.&amp;#160; Everything that was good and pure about our relationship was gone, I felt nothing towards him.&amp;#160; The first thing I did was tell him that I thought I was pregnant.&amp;#160; I loved watching him squirm.&amp;#160; Seeing him lose all the color in his dark skin was just the thing I needed to patch up the hole in my chest.&amp;#160; Only about a minute later he just got up and left, when I asked where he thought he was going he told me to mind my own business.&amp;#160; He grabbed his baggie of weed and was gone for the next two hours.. I still don’t know where he went.&amp;#160; Obviously this made me mad, what if I really was pregnant? This is how he would react?&amp;#160; By leaving me alone.&amp;#160; I phoned his cell phone and told him that I was lying.&amp;#160; He came home with a big smile on his face and a box of tampons.&amp;#160; “Here ya go, babe.”&amp;#160; That was the moment I became addicted to fighting him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I started to pick fights about anything and everything.&amp;#160; Music, TV, Movies, Friends, Family.. the fact that I moved to Ottawa to be with his cheating ass.&amp;#160; I started a fight with him about a joke one of his friends said, I still remember the screaming fit I threw in the passenger seat of his car.&amp;#160; He drove off a side road and got out of the car, telling me to do the same.&amp;#160; I said no and sat there with my arms crossed.&amp;#160; He opened the door and pulled me out by my arm, he grabbed me hard and threw me down on the hood of the car.&amp;#160; We had sex in a complete rage and it was one of the hottest moments of my life.&amp;#160; After a few months of fighting and angry sex, the sex stopped.&amp;#160; All we had left was our arguments and hateful words.&amp;#160; By this time he knew that I knew about the other girl, he also told me that he wasn’t going to stop seeing her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Since sex was no longer a part of our relationship and it was clear he was getting it elsewhere.&amp;#160; The only logical thing for a girl like me to do, is call up his best friend.&amp;#160; This was a really great guy, he always told me he didn’t know what was going through my boyfriends head, how could he do a good girl wrong like that?&amp;#160; Well, to his surprise this good girl was gone.&amp;#160; One drunken night our phone calls turned into something a little more.&amp;#160; We would spend hours talking about all the different ways we wished we could devour each other.&amp;#160; He gave me my first experience with the Latin touch, and you gotta know how much I lurved being called mami.&amp;#160; I never told my boyfriend about this, I figured there was no point in fighting him.&amp;#160; Whenever we were together everything was forced and awkward, you could cut the tension with a knife.&amp;#160; There were no soft feelings between us, only a hard hatred of even being in the same room together.&amp;#160; We still didn’t break up though, the idea of being alone scared both of us.&amp;#160; We went on this way for a year and a half before we finally called it quits.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Being stuck so long in a rut like that is hurtful.&amp;#160; Looking back I wish none of it happened, we should have broken up when I first found out about the other girl.&amp;#160; Something like that is emotionally and physically damaging, it’s hard to get out of that state of mind and try to better yourself.&amp;#160; I punished myself for my actions by dating the same type of guy over and over again.&amp;#160; I date the stoners, I date the cheaters, I date the liars.&amp;#160; I began to wonder if there were any nice guys out there.&amp;#160; Where did they all go?&amp;#160; It took a while, but I finally realized that nice guys don’t like bad girls.&amp;#160; When you act a certain way, you attract a certain type of guy.&amp;#160; It is up to you to clean up or stay in the dumps.&amp;#160; After spending so many years in an angry, vengeful relationship, it is hard to be with a genuinely nice guy.&amp;#160; It’s a rough cycle to be in when you confuse respect for a lack of interest.&amp;#160; Sometimes it seems like there is no getting out, no changing, no love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I still have faith that there is a guy out there who will be able to pull me up from the gutter and teach me how to love all over again.&amp;#160; But I am still left wondering when it goes bad, when there is no hope for anything and you find your good girl gone.. Are you really gone forever?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302487729530873321-7026114456506672632?l=theladysmoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7026114456506672632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6302487729530873321&amp;postID=7026114456506672632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/7026114456506672632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/7026114456506672632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/2011/01/confessions-of-bad-girlfriend-pt-3-good.html' title='Confessions Of A Bad Girlfriend Pt 3: Good Girl Gone'/><author><name>TheLadySmoke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079958611923244105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/S_qrnQlmiKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ialqqWO1xy4/S220/5492d0f5be7334b50271ba7fa33fc8e0_1220841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302487729530873321.post-5315795954283729373</id><published>2010-05-24T09:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T09:19:54.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST: The End – SPOILERS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;First of all, I LOVE LOST!  I’ve been obsessively watching since day one. lol.  These are just my thoughts on the series finale.  Before it aired they said that the finale would answer questions AND bring up more!  Which is good, if it didn’t bring up any questions.. it wouldn’t be lost!  Plain and Simple.  I loved the finale, It answered mostly everything I really wanted to know with the finale!  So moving on.. here’s what we saw!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack &amp;amp; The Man In Black (Smoke Monster/John Locke)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jack took the duty of being the islands new protector from Jacob.  He swore to keep the island safe and kill the man in black.  Jack meets up with Locke (man in black) and Kate tries to shoot him.  Bullets do nothing to him.. obviously.  So Jack, Locke &amp;amp; Desmond (the key) go on a journey to the heart of the island.  Locke is planning on using Desmond to destroy the island so he can escape.  Jack believes that Jacob would not have wanted Desmond back on the island if he was the key to destroying it.  So in an effort to prove Locke wrong he lets him lower Desmond down into the light of the island.  Desmond removes the giant “plug” and the light disappears.  Jack was wrong.  Locke was right.  It starts raining and the Island starts to crumble.  Pissed off Jack hits Locke and actually hurts him!  He bleeds!  So now that the island is dying &amp;amp; the light is out everything it held sacred is in a sense dying as well!! Locke realizes that now he can be killed so he knocks Jack unconscious!  (Also across the island, Richard Alpert “the man who never ages” gets his first grey hair! The island is no longer keeping him alive)  Jack goes after Locke and they have a super epic battle of good &amp;amp; evil!  Omg.  It was awesome!  Locke stabs jack in the side and you’re like oh shit, that’s gotta hurt.  Then Kate appears with her gun and shoots Locke, killing him!  Jack kicks Locke’s body over the edge of the cliff and he dies! (epic, awesome, loved it!) **and because the island is dying, it is no longer healing peoples wounds.. so Jack is left staggering around and bleeding to death from the stab!**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jack knows he has to save the Island.  He promised Jacob he would protect it.  So he staggers out into the jungle to go back to the heart of the island.  (Hurley &amp;amp; Ben go with him).  Jack knows that he is dying and that he is not going to make it out of the heart alive.  He talks to Hurley and tells him that he needs to be the protector.  Hurley accepts.  Jack goes to where Desmond was down in the heart and finds him still alive! (omg!) So he carries him to where he came in, and ties him to the rope so that Hurley &amp;amp; Ben can pull him up!  Then Jack goes to the giant plug and reclogs the hole. (literally lol. It’s Lost, don’t ask stupid questions. I thought it was awesome lol) At first it doesn’t look like it’s working.. and you’re like omg! But then it does work!  The light comes back and water starts running streaming again! YEAY JACK!  The island shoots him out into the jungle and he stumbles around a bit collapsing on the ground where he first started in season 1, episode 1.  Vincent the dog runs up to him and lays down beside him as he dies.  We get a close up of Jack’s face and his eye closing.. OMG. So epic. Jack dies. (Now, yes the island is fixed.. but remember that ever since the beginning of the series the island will let you die if it is done with you.  Jack fulfilled his purpose, he saved the island!  It was his destiny. So yes, the island let Jack die.. get over it.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meanwhile… On the other island&lt;/strong&gt; (for those who don’t know, the island is 2 small islands)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kate, Sawyer, Claire, The Pilot (don’t know how to spell his name), Miles &amp;amp; Richard Alpert got the airplane working and take off.  They fly home, alive and well. Yeay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now.. The FlashSideways!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All through season 6 we saw “Flash Sideways” instead of flash forwards, or flash backs.  We were lead to believe that the flash sideways was an alternate reality created when Juliette set off the bomb at the end of season 5! (at least that’s what I thought it was!)  The characters are all living in this reality as if Oceanic flight 815 never crashed.  Their lives are very different in this reality!  Sun &amp;amp; Jin aren’t married, Jack has a son with Juliette, Sawyer &amp;amp; Miles are detectives! (and more yadda, yadda)  But anyways, the big thing about this reality is ‘what if the plane never crashed’! So I loved this.  Every character got connected to one another in this reality.  Brings in Losts huge theme of Fate &amp;amp; Destiny.  If you are meant to have someone in your life, you will!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So in the finale, Desmond is trying to bring together all the oceanic passengers.  He meets them all and tries to get them to remember their time on the island.  They get these flashes of ‘memories’ when they find someone they cared about or done something with them that had a serious impact on their life.  Such as, Kate delivering Claire’s baby, Charlie touching Claire for the first time, Jack being with Kate, Sawyer &amp;amp; Juliette, Sun &amp;amp; Jin seeing their baby’s sonogram!  It was great!  Every scene with the characters reconnecting with each other was great &amp;amp; so touching!  Jack of course takes the longest to remember the island. (hehe.. Jack is so stubborn!)  But yeah so anyway, they all go together to the church (where jack planned on having his fathers funeral.. also the same church that has the giant pendulum that leads you to the island, by the way)  They go inside and everyone is there!  And I mean EVERYONE!  Boone, Sayid, Shannon, Sawyer, Kate, Claire &amp;amp; Aaron, Rose &amp;amp; her husband!! (and they all are the ages that they were when on the island together)  Jack is in the back looking at his fathers casket. He opens it… its empty! *gasp* He turns around and his father is there!  He says “We’ve been waiting for you” omg omg!  Jack says “How are you alive?”  His father says “I’m not.” Jack says “Then how are you here?”  His father says.. “You should be asking.. how are YOU here?” (something along the lines of that) and omg omg!  Jack says, “I’m dead.”  Jack’s father explains to him that where they are, there is no “now”.. This place they are in (flash sideways) is the place that all the survivors of oceanic flight 815 created together, so that they could find each other again.  He says to Jack that the most important part of his life was the time he spent with these people and that is why they are all there.  Jack’s father says to him that some of the people died before him, some after.. (meaning some people died on the island, some left the island and lived their lives.. died of old age, cancer, hit by a car… etc. who knows what! i.e.. Kate, Sawyer..)  ALSO I wanted to add in that Hurley died, yes.. We don’t know how, but it was obviously quite a bit later.  Ben &amp;amp; Hurley have a moment together, Hurley says “You were a great number two.” Ben replies, “Well, you were a great number one!”.. Meaning time went on after Jack died, Hurley &amp;amp; Ben protected the island together, and when their time came they died. (as everyone must.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So when Jack accepts that he is dead and goes to meet with everyone from the island again in the church.  A big light shines and they are ready to cross over to Heaven.  Epic, beautiful ending.. I loved it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Final thoughts&lt;/strong&gt; for those confused about the flash sideways: The only people dead by the finale were the ones who had already died in the series &amp;amp; in the finale episode itself (jack).  As Jack's father said to him, some lived much longer than he did, but in the end they all got together to meet. Their lives outside the island, was their purgatory (flashsideways), life after death, and the island was the reality, the now. After they all died, maybe 60, 70 years from now, their final deed was to meet each other, in order to have their final journey together to heaven!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok now, the questions that were brought up! Not everyone went into the church to cross over.. Ben, Daniel Faraday, Michael, Walt.. and probably a couple others.  Desmond said to Faraday’s mother that it was not time for him to leave.. so maybe it was not time for Ben, Michael &amp;amp; Walt either.. They must have some other unfinished business to attend to.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another thing that I was hoping to find out was information about Walt!  He clearly had some special powers, and the others were very interested in him in season 2.. But we never find out anything about it, his storyline falls to the side after he gets off the island.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, the island itself! WTF is it? We know it is a real, tangible place.. We also know it is the only thing keeping the evil (locked away in the heart of the island) locked up, so it can’t unleash on the entire world.  The island also has some weirdo giant wheel to push that will make the island vanish and reappear somewhere else in the world.. it also has crazy electro-magnetic field stuff going on, and can travel through time.   The island is basically good &amp;amp; evil’s playground.  Now I did miss an episode in season 6 (seems like a really big one.) About Jacob &amp;amp; the man in black.. and their mother. So  I think I probably missed a couple things that would help explain what the island is..  But for now I’m just gonna say the island is an island.. that is all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In conclusion, I LOVE Lost!  It was a great series, it had a great finale.. I’m sad it’s over… but all good things must come to an end!  To all the people complaining about the finale, and saying it didn’t answer anything… Rewatch it.  It definitely answered a lot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sarah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302487729530873321-5315795954283729373?l=theladysmoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5315795954283729373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6302487729530873321&amp;postID=5315795954283729373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/5315795954283729373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/5315795954283729373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/2010/05/lost-end-spoilers.html' title='LOST: The End – SPOILERS!'/><author><name>TheLadySmoke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079958611923244105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/S_qrnQlmiKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ialqqWO1xy4/S220/5492d0f5be7334b50271ba7fa33fc8e0_1220841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302487729530873321.post-2403066768010390487</id><published>2010-03-19T16:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T16:01:31.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Drinking Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. Someone calls Bella Isabella (Double shot if shedoesn't correct them)   &lt;br /&gt;2. Someone says Cullen    &lt;br /&gt;3. Bella flips her hair    &lt;br /&gt;4. Someone asks Bella on a date (Double shot if it's not to prom)    &lt;br /&gt;5. Edward saves Bella    &lt;br /&gt;6. Alice has a vision    &lt;br /&gt;7. Edward sparkles    &lt;br /&gt;8. Bella trips (Double shot if she hurts herself or someone else) TRIPLE Shot if no one else would trip like that    &lt;br /&gt;9. Someone warns Bella to stay away from Edward (Double shot if its not coming from Edward)    &lt;br /&gt;10. Edward makes a comment about not being able to read Bella's thoughts    &lt;br /&gt;11. Bella and Charlie actually Talk    &lt;br /&gt;12. Its not raining in Forks    &lt;br /&gt;13. Bella tries to kiss Edward    &lt;br /&gt;14. Bella whines about wanting to become a Vampire    &lt;br /&gt;15. A Vampire Hisses    &lt;br /&gt;16. Bella bites her bottom lip    &lt;br /&gt;17. Someone says Forks    &lt;br /&gt;18. Someone says Prom (Double shot if they are asking Bella to go with them)    &lt;br /&gt;19. Someone says La Push    &lt;br /&gt;20. Someone says Vampire (Double shot if its not Bella)    &lt;br /&gt;21. You see Jacob    &lt;br /&gt;22. Edward leaves because Jacob or Billy are around    &lt;br /&gt;23. Edward disapproves of something Bella does    &lt;br /&gt;24. Edward or Bella huff    &lt;br /&gt;25. Any of the Cullen's glare at someone (Double shot if it's directed towards Bella) TRIPLE shot if its at another Cullen    &lt;br /&gt;26. Edward makes fun of Bella's truck    &lt;br /&gt;27. Rob Pattinson's accent slips    &lt;br /&gt;28. Victoria Speaks    &lt;br /&gt;29. Any Vampire Smells Bella's &amp;quot;Scent&amp;quot;    &lt;br /&gt;30. Bella talks to her mom on the phone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302487729530873321-2403066768010390487?l=theladysmoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2403066768010390487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6302487729530873321&amp;postID=2403066768010390487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/2403066768010390487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/2403066768010390487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/2010/03/twilight-drinking-game.html' title='Twilight Drinking Game'/><author><name>TheLadySmoke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079958611923244105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/S_qrnQlmiKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ialqqWO1xy4/S220/5492d0f5be7334b50271ba7fa33fc8e0_1220841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302487729530873321.post-2658863304465367882</id><published>2010-03-06T18:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T18:34:12.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Can It Mean To A Daydream Believer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m in one of *those moods today.&amp;#160; I blame the hangover.&amp;#160; But there is another reason.&amp;#160; I just want to hide away in my rainbow cave and count the stars sprinkled on the walls.&amp;#160; Maybe Jer-Jer the redheaded leprechaun will grant me a wish.&amp;#160; He was banished from his village for being too outspoken.. Fret not, I took him in!&amp;#160; He tells me when I’m acting like a psycho and need to come back to the real world.&amp;#160; Today was one of those days.&amp;#160; You know what he said to me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Sarah, what the FUCK!&amp;#160; Get your act together, get over yourself and stop fucking moping around.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think it’s safe to say that little Jer-Jer doesn’t live with me anymore.&amp;#160; Nobody asked him anyway.&amp;#160; No wonder he got booted out of his tiny sock stealing village.&amp;#160; It’s also safe to say that he won’t be granting me wishes anytime soon.&amp;#160; Little bastard.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But anyway, though today may be less than ideal it’s always important to keep your head up.&amp;#160; Remember the reasons why you love the people you do.&amp;#160; Keep your passions in mind and use what you’re feeling to further your craft.&amp;#160; Never give up.&amp;#160; Never lose hope.&amp;#160; Your destiny is in your hands alone and only you can decide your future.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What it comes down to is you can take a “slap in the face” as one of two things:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1 - Someone trying to push you down.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;OR&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2 - Someone trying to wake you up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No matter how you feel, GET UP, DRESS UP &amp;amp; SHOW UP.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- Sleepy Jean, xxx.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302487729530873321-2658863304465367882?l=theladysmoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2658863304465367882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6302487729530873321&amp;postID=2658863304465367882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/2658863304465367882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/2658863304465367882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-can-it-mean-to-daydream-believer.html' title='What Can It Mean To A Daydream Believer?'/><author><name>TheLadySmoke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079958611923244105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/S_qrnQlmiKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ialqqWO1xy4/S220/5492d0f5be7334b50271ba7fa33fc8e0_1220841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302487729530873321.post-4877092407533063710</id><published>2010-02-28T10:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T10:32:11.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Winnipeg, I’m Leaving You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So I have to move out.. There are a few reasons why.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1. I if I want to like my family I can’t live with them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2. I need more space for my stuff.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3. My cats keep fighting my moms cat and it’s really stressing Punkin (moms cat) out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4. I need some privacy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So now I’m saving up money and trying to decide where to move.&amp;#160; No offense to Winnipeg, but I don’t think I’ll be staying here.&amp;#160; Too many stabbings, bodies floating up in the river, babies being smashed into sidewalks, young mothers &amp;amp; newborns going missing, break ins, graffitti, ect, ect.&amp;#160; I lived in Ottawa for two years, I LOVE Ottawa.&amp;#160; It’s a very beautiful city and the people were great.&amp;#160; The only problem with Ottawa is if you don’t speak French it’s very hard to find a good job.&amp;#160; I know about 7 words in French so that doesn’t quite count as bilingualism.&amp;#160; I had to work nights doing data entry for Canada Post. Mind Numbing.&amp;#160; And my co-workers were all very, very strange.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I want to move to Sioux Falls, SD but I don’t know how to go about getting a green card so I can work there.&amp;#160; Minneapolis would be awesome too, hello Mall Of America!&amp;#160; My cousin is living in Texas right now (SO JEALOUS) as a student exchange person.&amp;#160; Grand Forks or Fargo, ND would be decent choices.&amp;#160; I’ve been there a lot, and they’re close enough for friends to visit.&amp;#160; (Those lazy bastards never visited me when I was in Ottawa) I’ve always wanted to live in the states for at least a little while. Gotta love them American boys!&amp;#160; But I don’t know how to do it ‘legally’ LOL… Anyone looking for an illegal immigrant maid or nanny?! ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There’s also Calgary, AB.&amp;#160; That would probably be the smartest choice seeing as how I have some family there.&amp;#160; It’s a lot easier to know someone in the city you move to.&amp;#160; But the downside of Calgary is that it’s hard to find a job &amp;amp; housing there.. There are way too many people and my uncle says it’s hard to get around without a car.&amp;#160; He also says he’s not going to be my chauffer! LOL WHAT.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So anyway, those are a few of the options I’m thinking about!&amp;#160; I don’t plan on moving right away, but I want to before winter this year.&amp;#160; First things first, pick a city. Then find a job, then a place to rent.&amp;#160; Any suggestions? lol.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sarah! xxx.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302487729530873321-4877092407533063710?l=theladysmoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/feeds/4877092407533063710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6302487729530873321&amp;postID=4877092407533063710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/4877092407533063710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/4877092407533063710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/2010/02/goodbye-winnipeg-im-leaving-you.html' title='Goodbye Winnipeg, I’m Leaving You'/><author><name>TheLadySmoke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079958611923244105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/S_qrnQlmiKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ialqqWO1xy4/S220/5492d0f5be7334b50271ba7fa33fc8e0_1220841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302487729530873321.post-166321586987757211</id><published>2010-01-28T16:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:59:09.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy Does Not Get You Laid</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I started working at Inkster Park in summer 2007.&amp;#160; This is way back when I only planned on staying there for 3 or 4 months max.&amp;#160; Originally I was to work there for the summer and then move back to Ottawa.&amp;#160; (This is how I know God is a writer, everything happens for a reason and a lot of it is unexpected.)&amp;#160; So when my ex boyfriend &amp;amp; I split up it was clear that I was destined to live in Winnipeg working as a mild mannered Administrative Assistant.&amp;#160; I decided to make the best of things and wear a smile every day.&amp;#160; This was my first mistake.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/S2Iypy0gFMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4eeaW5g_uro/s1600-h/poop%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="poop" border="0" alt="poop" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/S2IyqdcVeTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/dBvgvK1E_Ck/poop_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="142" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Hi, my name is Sarah.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;I’m new around here.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;I’m also:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;approachable,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;sweet,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;very friendly,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;and inviting you in with my smile that may or may not be flirtatious.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One guy that I work with, who is 37 years old (a whopping 13 years older than me) and has a 12 or 13 year old kid, took notice.&amp;#160; Not in a sweet way, more of a ‘I’m watching you through the windows and masturbating in the bushes’ kind of way.&amp;#160; He always told me I was beautiful and gorgeous and he couldn’t believe that I was single.&amp;#160; Everyday he would say those things.&amp;#160; And everyday I would say “Yeah, well I don’t want a boyfriend.” (That’s my line for creepers.)&amp;#160; So he gave me his phone number and told me to call him, he said “You and me are in the same boat.&amp;#160; I was dumped. Maybe we could get together and talk about it over coffee.&amp;#160; We shouldn’t be lonely.” My first problem with this is that I already told him I didn’t want a boyfriend &amp;amp; therefore I am NOT lonely.&amp;#160; Secondly, I don’t like coffee.&amp;#160; Which I told him, but he said we didn’t have to drink coffee.&amp;#160; So after a few times of being hounded by him to call I vented to a co-worker.&amp;#160; She then went and told management/HR and he got a “talking to”.&amp;#160; So he backed off for a while.&amp;#160; Creeps like my co-worker don’t just leave it alone though, they also don’t get hints.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;What we’ve learned so far:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- If you repeatedly tell me I’m gorgeous and ask why I’m single and my response is because I “don’t want a boyfriend” …. I’m not interested.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- If you give me your phone number and I don’t call you. … I’m not interested.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- If you tell me that I’m lonely without a man and say I should be “non-lonely” with you and I say I don’t like coffee… I’m not interested.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- Keep it up and I will inadvertently complain to management…. I’m not interested.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So he left me alone for a couple months, and then started up AGAIN. Luckily, a co-workers daughter (who is younger and better looking than me) started working with us.&amp;#160; So he moved his attention on to her.&amp;#160; Her mother immediately told him to back off and he did. (WTF?!) Which of course made him come back to me.&amp;#160; Through this time, he has asked me to hook him up with one of my friends, conveniently got a girlfriend at the same time I was seeing someone, and even more conveniently broke up with her when I was no longer seeing my guy.&amp;#160; He’s added me to facebook and I’ve blocked him, I told him I don’t have the internet even though I have other co-workers as friends on there and he sees me on the net at work all the time.&amp;#160; Anyway, it is now 2010 and it is STILL going on.&amp;#160; I’ve had 4 boyfriends since working there and not one of them has been him.&amp;#160; I don’t understand how someone doesn’t take a hint.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Part of my job is to buy birthday cards for everyone and get everyone in the plant to sign them.&amp;#160; Whenever I get to this particular guy, it’s always a “I’d do anything for you Sarah.” comment that comes out of his mouth.&amp;#160; Hi. Sign the card.&amp;#160; I don’t talk to him any differently than anyone else at work, they all get the same small talk and smile.&amp;#160; But for some reason he thinks I’m into him.&amp;#160; All I want to do is get a brick and slap him in the face with it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Just So You Know:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- I am non-confrontational&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- I get uncomfortable in awkward situations and won’t voice my opinion&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- It’s hard for me to say “I don’t like you” to someone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He started to back off a few months ago when I was dating a co-worker of ours.&amp;#160; He made comments like “I would tell you how beautiful you are but I don’t want the boyfriend to get mad.”&amp;#160; (cue roll eyes motion) But when he heard we broke up he came back in full force!&amp;#160; “Why would he break up with someone like you?&amp;#160; You are so beautiful.” thaaaaanks, but no thanks! And now he thinks I’m into dating co-workers, excellent! He invited me over to his house for a “fire” and drinks!&amp;#160; He said I didn’t even have to call, I could just show up at his house whenever I wanted.&amp;#160; Then he gave me his address! For Christmas he gave me a card that said “Sarah, you are on my wish list this year, you are so beautiful and gorgeous.” and it had his phone number inside.&amp;#160; He has given me his phone number at least ten times since I started working there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Last month he said to me, “Hey did I ever give you my number? I think I did.. But just in case I didn’t here it is.”&amp;#160; After that he made comments about me calling him and said &amp;quot;don't you have my number?” and I said I dunno.&amp;#160; The next day he was like “Did you ever find my number?” .. My problem with this is.. One, he knows he gave me his number multiple times. Two, why does he think I’d spend all night looking for it???!.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, I told him no I didn’t find it.&amp;#160; He said he would give it to me again, I said “Oh.” I didn’t say ok or yes please do!&amp;#160; A week or so ago he actually went up to my ex boyfriend and started hounding him with questions about us.&amp;#160; He asked him how long we dated, when we started, why we weren’t together anymore, where we went, what we DID (as in sex stuff), and a bunch of other questions that were non of his business what-so-ever.&amp;#160; My ex told me about it later he said the guy was getting in his face and he was expecting a punch from him.&amp;#160; He said “Just so you know, he’s a bit of a creep eh.” lol, thanks I am aware of that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This brings me to today, after work on the bus ride home he kept talking to me.&amp;#160; So I called my friend Lisa (so he’d stop talking to me and not try to give me his number lol).&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;PLAN FAIL!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Creeps McGee had written a note on a scrap piece of paper and gave it to me while I was on the phone.&amp;#160; This is what it said:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Sarah, I think you are beautiful and would do just about anything for one chance.&amp;#160; Call or text me please. *phone number here* I promise its worth the effort you are a 15 on a scale from 1 to 10. Please text or call.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Good God!&amp;#160; Like, I don’t know what to do about this guy.&amp;#160; He’s pretty much stalking me!&amp;#160; I should tell my boss about him, but honestly I’d feel way to uncomfortable telling him this stuff.&amp;#160; And if I did complain and he got another ‘talking to’ or something he would know obviously that I was the one who complained.&amp;#160; I don’t want an awkward work environment and really I don’t know what he’s like when he’s mad at someone he’s obsessed with. lol. He could be a psychopath for all I know.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And he’s not even cute!&amp;#160; He’s really ugly, and way too skinny.&amp;#160; He smokes pot and I’m pretty sure he does coke too and that’s why he’s so skinny. (I dated a drug dealer a couple summers ago, I know my coke-heads.) lol. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But anyways, in conclusion to this ramble.&amp;#160; He’s creepy. Just wanted to vent to the internet because my friends are sick of hearing about this dude.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sarah. &amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302487729530873321-166321586987757211?l=theladysmoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/feeds/166321586987757211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6302487729530873321&amp;postID=166321586987757211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/166321586987757211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/166321586987757211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/2010/01/creepy-does-not-get-you-laid.html' title='Creepy Does Not Get You Laid'/><author><name>TheLadySmoke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079958611923244105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/S_qrnQlmiKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ialqqWO1xy4/S220/5492d0f5be7334b50271ba7fa33fc8e0_1220841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/S2IyqdcVeTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/dBvgvK1E_Ck/s72-c/poop_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302487729530873321.post-8381348310288486556</id><published>2009-12-19T22:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:42:35.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions Of A Bad Girlfriend Pt. 2 - Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So my first ‘real’ boyfriend was when I was 16, we stayed together for five years.&amp;#160; When we started out he decided that our relationship was going to be a secret.&amp;#160; I wasn’t allowed to tell my friends or my family that we were dating.&amp;#160; My friends ended up getting mad at me because I never went out with them anymore and they didn’t know why.&amp;#160; I lost quite a few friends when I started dating him.&amp;#160; He never wanted to go out anywhere, whenever we hung out, it would be us hanging out in my basement watching tv.&amp;#160; He wasn’t much of a conversationalist either, everything was very silent.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When he needed to get my attention he would grab my arm, hard enough to give me bruises.&amp;#160; My teachers started to notice the marks and they asked me about it.&amp;#160; My art teacher even put his hand over the bruises to show me how obvious it was that it was a handprint.&amp;#160; All I could say was I don’t know how they got there.&amp;#160; I kept telling myself that he was just a big guy and doesn’t know his own strength.&amp;#160; Or that I just bruise really easily.&amp;#160; But there was one night where he actually said to me “I should probably stop leaving marks on you, people are starting to notice.”&amp;#160; I never had any bruises after that.&amp;#160; I eventually told my friends and family that I had a boyfriend.&amp;#160; I noticed once people knew about us he started to be nicer and actually wanted to go out on dates.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He ended up moving to Minnesota and then to Ottawa.&amp;#160; We were long distance for a year and a half.&amp;#160; He would phone me and expect me to stay on the line with him even if I was out with friends.&amp;#160; Whenever I called him he either didn’t answer or told me to stop being so needy.&amp;#160; We started to fight a lot.&amp;#160; I got really depressed with him gone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At work there was one guy that was a really good friend.&amp;#160; I ended up falling back into my bad habit of trying to get the man that I can’t have.&amp;#160; He was a couple years older than me and married with a 2 year old boy.&amp;#160; It didn’t take too long before he was inviting me to go to the drive in theatre.&amp;#160; We got wasted and had sex in the back of his van.&amp;#160; I ended up in an affair with him for 2 months.&amp;#160; He confessed to marrying his wife only because she was pregnant.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I went to Minnesota to visit ‘boyfriend A’ and ‘boyfriend B’ (with the wife) wouldn’t stop texting me the whole time.&amp;#160; He called me while boyfriend A was in the shower so I answered it.&amp;#160; Boyfriend B said “Guess what!&amp;#160; I left my wife, now we can be together.”&amp;#160; He then said something along the lines of ‘I can see you raising my son’.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; So I told him I was in Minnesota with my other boyfriend and I wasn’t planning on breaking it off.&amp;#160; I told him to go back to his wife.&amp;#160; And I quit my job.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, my boyfriend told me he was moving to Ottawa (and not back to Winnipeg) ‘for me’.&amp;#160; So when I got fed up with long-distance I decided to move to Ottawa to be with him.&amp;#160; He was happy at first.&amp;#160; But then after I started talking to his friends I found out he started smoking pot, was failing out of college, and was cheating on me with some hooch.&amp;#160; So obviously I blew up at him, he got very defensive and said I was crazy.&amp;#160; He broke up with me one week before I was supposed to move there and told me not to come.&amp;#160; I was already enrolled in college and had a roommate waiting for me, I couldn’t just not go.&amp;#160; So I went anyway.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; As soon as I got there he was being all lovey-dovey with me, I assumed we were back together.&amp;#160; About a month later I was talking to a friend of his and said ‘my boyfriend’.&amp;#160; All he said was “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”&amp;#160; It turns out he was still seeing that hooch.&amp;#160; I did my snooping and I found a hidden folder of pictures on his computer, all of her in his bed.&amp;#160; I confronted him and he yelled at me for not trusting him and for snooping around.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; He told me straight up that he was not going to stop seeing her and if I didn’t like it I could go back to Winnipeg.&amp;#160; After that I wasn’t allowed to talk to his friends, and I was uninvited to everything they invited me to.&amp;#160; He told me that I couldn’t go to any parties unless I got drunk or high.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After about a year of not getting any real kind of attention from him, I started to look for it elsewhere.&amp;#160; We both worked at the same place and did the same shift.&amp;#160; I ended up sleeping with two of our co-workers, and having phone sex with a third.&amp;#160; All of which treated me like I was only good for one thing.&amp;#160; There was one girl I worked with that I told what was going on.&amp;#160; I told her about all the guys I was seeing except for one.&amp;#160; That was because one of the guys I was sleeping with was her boyfriend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The arguments never stopped between my boyfriend &amp;amp; I.&amp;#160; I even found out that after 4 years of dating, he never told his family about me.&amp;#160; No one knew he had a girlfriend.&amp;#160; He told me that his family wanted him to date a black girl (to protect their heritage) so because I am white I could never meet his family and they wouldn’t like me anyway.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So after four and a half years of being treated like garbage, and living for two years almost completely alone in Ottawa, I decided to move back to Winnipeg.&amp;#160; I told him I was leaving for the summer, but I knew I wouldn’t be coming back.&amp;#160; We broke up a few months later.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302487729530873321-8381348310288486556?l=theladysmoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8381348310288486556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6302487729530873321&amp;postID=8381348310288486556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/8381348310288486556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/8381348310288486556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/2009/12/confessions-of-bad-girlfriend-pt-2.html' title='Confessions Of A Bad Girlfriend Pt. 2 - Relationships'/><author><name>TheLadySmoke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079958611923244105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/S_qrnQlmiKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ialqqWO1xy4/S220/5492d0f5be7334b50271ba7fa33fc8e0_1220841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302487729530873321.post-2068475301500935993</id><published>2009-12-19T19:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:55:04.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions Of A BAD Girlfriend Pt. 1 – High School</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We can start with high school. I was the girl who had a small group of friends. I hung out with the nerds, the Goth kids, the art freaks and the stoners. Freaks &amp;amp; Geeks. I was a bit scantily clad, I got sent home from school one day in grade nine for wearing a shirt that was ‘too inappropriate’. My Science teacher Mrs. G said that I couldn’t come back until I put on a sweater. So as you could probably guess I didn’t have many girlfriends, but I got quite a bit of attention from the guys. I dated a bit in high school, but relationships never lasted over a month. I would tease them intently, but never give them so much as a kiss. So they would eventually ‘kick me to the curb’ a saying that I am glad died out with high school! What a brutal expression, but luckily I never really liked any of the boys from high school. They were more for amusement purposes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was one guy from school, the most popular guy in school, captain of the football team, very good-looking, he asked me to date him. We dated for a total of 3 weeks. He was completely smitten with me, I even let him kiss me. I was never really interested in him though, he was more of a ‘because I can’ boyfriend. None of the popular girls liked that he was dating me, they told him to break up with me, and he told them to fuck off. He even started being nice to my friends, whom he routinely made fun of for being outcasts. He was trying to change his image to make me happy. Sadly, for him, nothing he would ever do could make me like him the way he liked me. So when I got bored with him around 3 weeks after him asking me out, I started to avoid and ignore him. I finally answered one of his millions of phone calls and told him that he was ‘kicked to the curb’.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were a few other boys, one I met in a mall too. We had a ‘meet you at the mall on Saturdays and flirt on the phone’ relationship. That lasted quite a while, I think it was about 2 months. I think his name was Matt, but I don’t remember, for some reason I remember his cousin’s name was Shane. Shane was dating my friend Amy, also a ‘mall relationship’. That was fun while it lasted, we toyed with them, they toyed with us. I told Matt that I had cancer and only had a few months left to live. He believed me. I thought it was funny, but then he told his mom and she got on the phone with me and was like “That is a very serious illness if you are lying to my son I do not want you talking to him anymore! I want to speak with your mother.” I guess I was the only one who thought it was funny, well, Amy probably thought it was funny too. So I broke up with Matt for being non-humorous, and Amy did the same with Shane. It was a break-up pact.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember having a few of those pacts in high school. There were a lot of ‘if I break up with my boyfriend then you have to break up with yours’ deals going on. We used to break up in notes during class too. It was a classic, “You’re kicked to the curb!” note. Short and sweet, might be the wrong expression, but you catch my drift. It wasn’t so harsh, everyone did it in high school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then there were the many boys who already had girlfriends, they were my number one interest. I made them and their girlfriends very aware that I was interested. I wouldn’t quit until they broke up with their girlfriends to be with me. Of course when that finally happened I immediately lost interest. I would tell them no, I don’t want a boyfriend. It would make them so mad and amuse me so much! I felt great. I am actually surprised that I didn’t get my ass kicked by the girls in high school. I’ve been threatened plenty though! I have even gotten death threat notes in my locker. “I will cut you like a fish” (Keep in mind, this was YEARS ago, it was around when Scream came out. It should have said ‘gut’ you like a fish, but the chick was a dumbass and got the quote wrong! Geez, I’m getting old.) I got a lot of “Stay away from my boyfriend or else!” There was even a teacher that was ‘friends’ with the popular girls so she would make me sit on the opposite side of the classroom of whoever I was going after at the time. Now when the teachers get involved in your scandals, you know you’re hitting a nerve, and it’s working.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone in school thought I was a slut, but I really only kissed a couple boys thus far. I didn’t mind though, I liked the attention. One of the boys who I went after was another very popular, football player. He was dating a really pretty, popular girl in school with big boobs. He was the first one who didn’t put up with my games. There was one day when we were alone in the stairway and he pushed me into the corner and forced his hand down my pants. I was 15, he was 16. He was 6’ tall and a huge football player, and I was 5’2 and barely 100lbs. There was seriously nothing I could do, I kicked him in the shins and he just laughed. Thankfully it didn’t last too long because another person started coming up the stairs. I got away from him, but it ended up turning into an everyday thing where he would corner me somewhere and touch me. Eventually I started to not hate it so much, and then started to like it. That is where my masochism began. He broke up with his girlfriend and started dating me (quite a while later, We started dating when I was 16). I stayed with him for 5 years, and even moved across the country to be with him after he cheated on me and told me not to move there for him. I became unhealthily obsessed and dependent on him, I let him control me, body and mind. And I loved every minute of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302487729530873321-2068475301500935993?l=theladysmoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2068475301500935993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6302487729530873321&amp;postID=2068475301500935993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/2068475301500935993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/2068475301500935993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/2009/12/confessions-of-bad-girlfriend-pt-1-high.html' title='Confessions Of A BAD Girlfriend Pt. 1 – High School'/><author><name>TheLadySmoke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079958611923244105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/S_qrnQlmiKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ialqqWO1xy4/S220/5492d0f5be7334b50271ba7fa33fc8e0_1220841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302487729530873321.post-3333057359775601033</id><published>2009-12-15T15:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:24:45.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sitting here alone in my cold living room, I started thinking about my future as a crazy cat lady.&amp;#160; I enjoy solitude.&amp;#160; I enjoy cats.&amp;#160; Just me in my house with my cats, watching TV on DVD is all I need to be happy in this world, anything more is just gravy. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As for the gravy part.. THE PERFECT MAN! *cue dramatic music*&amp;#160; Are you ready to have your mind blown?&amp;#160; The following is a list of….. traits and such, that when put together make a man of EPIC proportions. lol.&amp;#160; Here we go:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The perfect man is 5’11 or taller, has dark hair and killer eyes.&amp;#160; He’s a total Trekkie but has a love affair with Star Wars.&amp;#160; He’s sarcastic, artistic and bold.&amp;#160; He likes The Beatles &amp;amp; Tom Petty.&amp;#160; He has a thing for classic Rock.&amp;#160; He doesn’t HATE country music.&amp;#160; He plays either Guitar, Drums or Piano.&amp;#160; He doesn’t do drugs and he’s not a big drinker.&amp;#160; He doesn’t have any questionable issues with his gender or sexuality.. :\ lol.. He likes to travel.&amp;#160; He likes animals.&amp;#160; He sets goals in life and reaches them.&amp;#160; He DOESN’T get annoyed when I click retractable pens, crack my knuckles, or any other of my supposed ‘annoying’ habits.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; He supports the military and takes pride in his country.&amp;#160; He is confident and slightly cocky.&amp;#160; He has a close relationship with his family.&amp;#160; He owns a car, house, a valid drivers license &amp;amp; a passport.&amp;#160; He’s financially stable!&amp;#160; He knows his shit about computers &amp;amp; programs and such, and can fix my laptop when it decides to crap out.&amp;#160; He has an xbox 360 and plays Halo 3!&amp;#160; He prefers PC or Mac.&amp;#160; He speaks with proper grammar and uses correct punctuation.&amp;#160; He’s not a hippy.&amp;#160; He won’t hold it against me for buying leather shoes with pony fur or a sheep skin &amp;amp; rabbit fur jacket.. He’s not stingy!&amp;#160; He’s a fan of Trey Parker &amp;amp; Matt Stone.. and when I say fan I mean fan enough to know what DVDA, Orgazmo, and Cannibal the Musical are!&amp;#160; He is overly into TV and movies.. he needs to be able to sit and watch a marathon with me.&amp;#160; He’s interested in politics.&amp;#160; He uses Facebook &amp;amp; Twitter.. MySpace… meh. But that’s a nice bonus.&amp;#160; Oh and YouTube!&amp;#160; He needs to understand the fact that not every video on YouTube is a randomly uploaded video of puppies and kittens or guys getting hit in the nuts.&amp;#160; Nothing annoys me more than social networking ignorance.. lol. :|&amp;#160; Oh and he has to have a steady full-time job, and he needs to have his high school diploma, and at least attended college for a while.. I wont say graduated from college because I am a college drop out. Hooray for college drop outs!&amp;#160; He believes in God, he’s not a conspiracy theorist.&amp;#160; He likes to have SEX and role play and he isn’t afraid to get into it ;)&amp;#160; Oh and he has a giant shlong.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m starting to run out of awesomeness to put on the list.&amp;#160; That’s why it’s turning to sex and big penises lol.. So I’ll leave it at that.&amp;#160; Oh and if you somehow meet all of these …. Call Me ;)&amp;#160; Of course if you drive a shiny Volvo, sparkle in the sun and can read my mind.. just Bite Me!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302487729530873321-3333057359775601033?l=theladysmoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3333057359775601033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6302487729530873321&amp;postID=3333057359775601033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/3333057359775601033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/3333057359775601033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/2009/12/perfect-man.html' title='The Perfect Man'/><author><name>TheLadySmoke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079958611923244105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/S_qrnQlmiKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ialqqWO1xy4/S220/5492d0f5be7334b50271ba7fa33fc8e0_1220841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302487729530873321.post-811123605225573412</id><published>2009-11-07T15:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:57:53.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Of Night Dream Cast</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I decided I’m going to be gay and do one of these!&amp;#160; This is how I picture the characters to look.&amp;#160; If I were a casting director, this is my cast for the House Of Night series.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;Zooey – Nina Dobrev&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJP2fIh8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/sIfolGKaT50/s1600-h/Zooey%20-%20Nina%20Dobrev%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Zooey - Nina Dobrev" border="0" alt="Zooey - Nina Dobrev" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJQf6VIoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/bBqqJa3m5F0/Zooey%20-%20Nina%20Dobrev_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;Stevie Rae – Hayden Panettiere&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJQ0J-sYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cAbWGgCClaE/s1600-h/Stevie-Rae%20-%20Hayden%20Panettiere%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Stevie-Rae - Hayden Panettiere" border="0" alt="Stevie-Rae - Hayden Panettiere" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJRv8JXAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9x989UWMETk/Stevie-Rae%20-%20Hayden%20Panettiere_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="159" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;Erin – Kayley Cuoco&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJSOG773I/AAAAAAAAAEM/xeRggnpJoYk/s1600-h/Erin%20-%20Kayley%20Cuoco%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Erin - Kayley Cuoco" border="0" alt="Erin - Kayley Cuoco" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJSrfeV0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UGfe4XsrH2s/Erin%20-%20Kayley%20Cuoco_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="147" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;Shaunee – Erica Hubbard           &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJTr7_WQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/H4CsJnngNmg/s1600-h/Shaunee%20-%20Erica%20Hubbard.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Shaunee - Erica Hubbard" border="0" alt="Shaunee - Erica Hubbard" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJUUZyt1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/pBpLZQQMoLU/Shaunee%20-%20Erica%20Hubbard_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;Aphrodite – Blake Lively&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJUkBJbGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/t9RzD0OvAw4/s1600-h/Aphrodite%20-%20Blake%20Lively%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Aphrodite - Blake Lively" border="0" alt="Aphrodite - Blake Lively" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJVFZ48uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hMVHkW_wQpo/Aphrodite%20-%20Blake%20Lively_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;Erik – Adam Gregory&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJVZiOJTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZAzZ8rQKTO4/s1600-h/Erik%20Night%20-%20Adam%20Gregory%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Erik Night - Adam Gregory" border="0" alt="Erik Night - Adam Gregory" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJVwkIa7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/SpdfOKZBwmM/Erik%20Night%20-%20Adam%20Gregory_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="186" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;Heath – Zac Efron&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJWQ2i2LI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5QWzo8sfr3g/s1600-h/Heath%20-%20Zac%20Efron%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Heath - Zac Efron" border="0" alt="Heath - Zac Efron" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJWwMEMQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GH1_YU-92Fo/Heath%20-%20Zac%20Efron_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="147" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;Stark – Chase Crawford&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJXN3DXpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/IqECmsP3IcA/s1600-h/Stark%20-%20Chace%20Crawford%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Stark - Chace Crawford" border="0" alt="Stark - Chace Crawford" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJXnyZb8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/o9WgL8Dd2wA/Stark%20-%20Chace%20Crawford_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;Damien - Tom Sturridge           &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJX_ZnuhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/pP_cZmGBb14/s1600-h/Damien%20-%20Tom%20Sturridge%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Damien - Tom Sturridge" border="0" alt="Damien - Tom Sturridge" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJYcTHv7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/4rTVkKpMFr0/Damien%20-%20Tom%20Sturridge_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="195" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jack – Tom Felton           &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJY6IzK4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/qehzLo1pIxs/s1600-h/Jack%20Twist%20-%20Tom%20Felton%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Jack Twist - Tom Felton" border="0" alt="Jack Twist - Tom Felton" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJZMo2fFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/sT7htATebiQ/Jack%20Twist%20-%20Tom%20Felton_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="172" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;Darius – Kellan Lutz           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJZS3h24I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4_zNnQPvw6Q/s1600-h/Darius%20-%20Kellan%20Lutz%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Darius - Kellan Lutz" border="0" alt="Darius - Kellan Lutz" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJaJHQy5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YqywA48lg00/Darius%20-%20Kellan%20Lutz_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="153" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;Kayla – Anna Kendrick           &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJad5H2tI/AAAAAAAAAFU/19DzxX2PORA/s1600-h/Kayla%20-%20Anna%20Kendrick%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Kayla - Anna Kendrick" border="0" alt="Kayla - Anna Kendrick" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJaz5xRUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/e06QG9zCXgU/Kayla%20-%20Anna%20Kendrick_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sylvia Redbird - Tonantzin Carmelo           &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJbGk3p-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/78xctQB7_xk/s1600-h/Sylvia%20Redbird%20-%20Tonantzin%20Carmelo%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Sylvia Redbird - Tonantzin Carmelo" border="0" alt="Sylvia Redbird - Tonantzin Carmelo" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJbqZJnMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KWAFC5e3yig/Sylvia%20Redbird%20-%20Tonantzin%20Carmelo_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;Kalona – Steven Strait           &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJb9XKsKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Xf9t8gA6ryk/s1600-h/Kalona%20-%20Steven%20Strait%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Kalona - Steven Strait" border="0" alt="Kalona - Steven Strait" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJcWpXLHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/QIFWoe6gx1o/Kalona%20-%20Steven%20Strait_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="158" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;Neferet – Nicole Kidman&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJc_qqGtI/AAAAAAAAAFs/DiGz51gqBv8/s1600-h/Neferet%20-%20Nicole%20Kidman%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Neferet - Nicole Kidman" border="0" alt="Neferet - Nicole Kidman" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJdRcnJ0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/i1yoO6a7X9g/Neferet%20-%20Nicole%20Kidman_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;Nyx – Kate Beckinsale&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJdsgwpGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/afi5mm3wa8M/s1600-h/Nyx%20-%20Kate%20Beckinsale2%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Nyx - Kate Beckinsale2" border="0" alt="Nyx - Kate Beckinsale2" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJek-e04I/AAAAAAAAAF4/R44nPXJNKUk/Nyx%20-%20Kate%20Beckinsale2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="209" height="158" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;Shekina – Angelina Jolie&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJfClpgrI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AO1F7zKEZ7Q/s1600-h/Shekina%20-%20Angelina%20Jolie%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Shekina - Angelina Jolie" border="0" alt="Shekina - Angelina Jolie" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJfSI986I/AAAAAAAAAGA/BKF0yjrauts/Shekina%20-%20Angelina%20Jolie_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="196" height="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td valign="top" width="200"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;Loren Blake – Wentworth Miller           &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJf0yPzZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/tFHfsZ7R6qw/s1600-h/Loren%20Blake%20-%20Wentworth%20Miller%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Loren Blake - Wentworth Miller" border="0" alt="Loren Blake - Wentworth Miller" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJgIxz-oI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QyABthR4Ae8/Loren%20Blake%20-%20Wentworth%20Miller_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="208" height="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302487729530873321-811123605225573412?l=theladysmoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/feeds/811123605225573412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6302487729530873321&amp;postID=811123605225573412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/811123605225573412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/811123605225573412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/2009/11/house-of-night-dream-cast.html' title='House Of Night Dream Cast'/><author><name>TheLadySmoke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079958611923244105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/S_qrnQlmiKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ialqqWO1xy4/S220/5492d0f5be7334b50271ba7fa33fc8e0_1220841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SvYJQf6VIoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/bBqqJa3m5F0/s72-c/Zooey%20-%20Nina%20Dobrev_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302487729530873321.post-3446677132751978439</id><published>2009-09-15T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:22:37.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Mates and Ramblous Minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Earlier today while I was at work, doing what I usually do during a busy work day (daydreaming &amp;amp; twittering), the whole “soul mate” thing popped into my head.&amp;#160; Don’t ask me how, because I don’t remember.&amp;#160; Honestly, nothing but RANDOM non-related crap goes through my head. For example, Gilmore Girls, Writing, Ideas, Spaghetti Cat, Crying, Emos, Fire, Smell, what was that song called? Cream corn, yellow, pee.. hehe, pee. poop. Wait, what was my point?&amp;#160; Moving on, I think my point was that I don’t remember why I started thinking about soul mates. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I do believe in soul mates.&amp;#160; I think there are certain people out there who are our own perfect matches.&amp;#160; I don’t believe that there is only one soul mate for you.&amp;#160; I think that you can fall in love with anyone if you let yourself and out of the billions of people on the planet there is no way that there is only one person who is your epic match.&amp;#160; I also believe that you can fall in love and be eternally happy with someone who isn’t your soul mate.&amp;#160; Soul mates may be rare, but they are not as rare as you would think.&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/shylatina72"&gt;@ShyLatina72&lt;/a&gt; on Twitter said, “I believe we have soul mates, but that doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll stay together forever.”&amp;#160; I agree 100%.&amp;#160; Just because you share this connection with someone doesn’t mean that there is a gold star on the relationship. ………&amp;#160; (I was going somewhere with that, but I got distracted by the poor lighting in my room.. **see what I said about my mind being random.. this is why I don’t blog! I’m way too ADD to do this.&amp;#160; I’m just doing it now, because I was actually thinking about this a LOT earlier today.. Because now that I am officially in my MID-Twenties.. *cue horror music*.. I am almost 30. Insanity.&amp;#160; I always planned on being married by 25, and by the looks of things.. (being single &amp;amp; fabulous at 24).. that’s not going to happen. lol. Anyways.. omg!&amp;#160; See I’m rambling again.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Moving on to my point.&amp;#160; Too many girls worry about not ever finding Mr. Right.&amp;#160; I’m sure if we all just slowed down and stopped searching for some guy that may or may not even exist, Mr. Awesome, Mr. Hot and Dr. House (hehe) will show up and sweep you off your feet.&amp;#160; (Whether he is your soul mate or not.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;P.S. Dr. House is my soul mate.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302487729530873321-3446677132751978439?l=theladysmoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3446677132751978439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6302487729530873321&amp;postID=3446677132751978439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/3446677132751978439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/3446677132751978439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/2009/09/soul-mates-and-ramblous-minds.html' title='Soul Mates and Ramblous Minds'/><author><name>TheLadySmoke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079958611923244105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/S_qrnQlmiKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ialqqWO1xy4/S220/5492d0f5be7334b50271ba7fa33fc8e0_1220841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302487729530873321.post-3452176584924470801</id><published>2009-09-14T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:00:24.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Prancer, Beloved Xbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today is a sad day in the life of.. Me.&amp;#160; I came home from work thoroughly excited to play Lips. (My friend Lisa has just acquired a copy of the game so now we can battle over Xbox live) I walk in the door, rush over to my beautiful 360 and press the power button.&amp;#160; Immediately I noticed that something was wrong.. the lights didn’t flash in their usual circles, only the center symbol was lit up.&amp;#160; There was also no “starting up” noises.&amp;#160; I turned the TV on and there was nothing but a blank screen.&amp;#160; I decided to try again.&amp;#160; I Shut off the Xbox, and turn him back on. Same problem.&amp;#160; Next I thought I would outsmart the machine by turning it on with the controller.&amp;#160; The problem with this was that my controller would not find the Xbox at all.&amp;#160; At this point panic is starting to take over.&amp;#160; I unplugged the power cord from the wall and disconnected it from Prancer (that is my Xbox’s name, how PERFECT is that name) as well.&amp;#160; I waited for a few moments and &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/Sq8QFER2vuI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSpqTzU90Ps/s1600-h/RedDeathflashy%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="RedDeathflashy" border="0" alt="RedDeathflashy" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/Sq8QFhyxrKI/AAAAAAAAADw/hAcLt-xLARk/RedDeathflashy_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="190" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;treated it like a disgruntled router.&amp;#160; To my surprise Prancer started up! YES!&amp;#160; But, everything that was bright and shiny about the start up quickly faded and froze.&amp;#160; It’s a sad day on your Xbox dashboard when your avatar is frozen in time.&amp;#160; So I repeated my awesome “fix it” steps of turning it off and back on 50 times.&amp;#160; But my poor Prancer would not load.&amp;#160; I even removed my hard drive and tried to start it up.&amp;#160; Nope.&amp;#160; Nothing worked.&amp;#160; A few moments later, something horrible happened.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; I looked down and the EVIL red ring of death was staring back up at me.&amp;#160; WHAT did I do to deserve this?&amp;#160; My poor Prancer has only been in my life for 1 year and 9 months!&amp;#160; I have shoes that have lasted longer.&amp;#160; Anyways, none of my brilliant “turn it on and back on” tricks worked.&amp;#160; My Xbox is dead. RIP Prancer, you will be missed! (I’m calling Microsoft tomorrow and whining)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On a brighter side, Future Shop had a ONE DAY “Beat The Clock” sale!&amp;#160; Xbox 360 Elite &amp;amp; Grand Theft Auto IV Bundle for only $99.99!&amp;#160; You save $230!&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/Sq8RVv7E-qI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WqCJYuo7ZN8/s1600-h/fs%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="fs" border="0" alt="fs" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/Sq8RV7NvH5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/TMAerUNKLh0/fs_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="423" height="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How ridiculously AWESOME is that sale!&amp;#160; Like seriously.&amp;#160; My friend Lisa randomly found this sale and&amp;#160; THANK GOD she did.&amp;#160; At first Future Shop website was saying “Sold Out” and wouldn’t let you even attempt to purchase a system.&amp;#160; So Lisa got her 3 year old out of bed and harassed her roommate to drive her to the closest Future Shop before they closed!&amp;#160; (And this was just to check if the sale was in the stores as well! LOL)&amp;#160; So they bolted, but arrived at the store 2 minutes after close.&amp;#160; The doors were locked, and the tills were empty.&amp;#160; (She says there was an employee standing outside that they asked about it haha) Lame.&amp;#160; So after a bit I decided to desperately check if maybe there would be more Xbox’s available.&amp;#160; (you know, like concert tickets.. they release some later) AND what do you know! “In Stock” OH EM GEE!&amp;#160; I called Lisa and told her to get her ass online and buy one NOW!&amp;#160; I also went forth and bought one.&amp;#160; As I was purchasing yet another Elite system the “in stock” changed to “out of stock” and WTFery took over.. But luckily it still let me hit “check out”.. and accepted my payment.&amp;#160; It says it will “Ship when available” Hopefully it is not too long.&amp;#160; GTA4 is a game I wanted for a while!&amp;#160; And I’ll get a new controller.. As well as have a second Elite.&amp;#160; Maybe I’ll get one modded, or maybe just sell it on eBay.&amp;#160; Haven’t decided yet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways, here is the link! &lt;a title="http://www.futureshop.ca/catalog/proddetail.asp?logon=&amp;amp;langid=EN&amp;amp;sku_id=0665000FS10123478&amp;amp;catid=23363" href="http://www.futureshop.ca/catalog/proddetail.asp?logon=&amp;amp;langid=EN&amp;amp;sku_id=0665000FS10123478&amp;amp;catid=23363"&gt;http://www.futureshop.ca/catalog/proddetail.asp?logon=&amp;amp;langid=EN&amp;amp;sku_id=0665000FS10123478&amp;amp;catid=23363&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Make sure to check it out before the deal is gone! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Peace, love and ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sarah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302487729530873321-3452176584924470801?l=theladysmoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3452176584924470801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6302487729530873321&amp;postID=3452176584924470801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/3452176584924470801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/3452176584924470801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/2009/09/rip-prancer-beloved-xbox.html' title='RIP Prancer, Beloved Xbox'/><author><name>TheLadySmoke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079958611923244105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/S_qrnQlmiKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ialqqWO1xy4/S220/5492d0f5be7334b50271ba7fa33fc8e0_1220841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/Sq8QFhyxrKI/AAAAAAAAADw/hAcLt-xLARk/s72-c/RedDeathflashy_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302487729530873321.post-5990635076053022575</id><published>2009-08-25T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:00:49.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Workplace Mouse &amp; BlogTV Nazis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My allergies are going crazy right now..  It would certainly help if I knew what I was allergic to so I could avoid that thing at all costs.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SpSvNDFqgAI/AAAAAAAAADY/sEJVjkBi6PU/s1600-h/alergies%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="alergies" border="0" alt="alergies" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SpSvNS-U1VI/AAAAAAAAADc/BBOPM1spRPE/alergies_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My nose is stuffed up, my eyes are outrageously puffy and I cant stop sneezing! :(  It’s horrible.  I need Dr. House! … to do me. Rawr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyshway, I am excited to announce that I am officially finished editing the 2009 brochures for work!  YEAY!  Now I need to format, save &amp;amp; burn to discs so we can send them off to the printing company.  Hopefully when I go to work tomorrow morning I wont have a brochure laying on my keyboard with little red pen marks all over it.  Please, no more revisions!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of work.. I saw a MOUSE!!!  It ran across the plant floor and under one of the giant machines in the back.  I thought it was a dust ball at first, but then I noticed it’s tail!  He scurried by real&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; MARGIN-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="CCR-mouse-2" border="0" alt="CCR-mouse-2" align="right" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SpSvNi7qDbI/AAAAAAAAADg/geWLO8r_1Yg/CCR-mouse-2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="167" /&gt; fast, but not before I could have an insane reaction of jumping up in the air!  (*note that the mouse was not directly in my path, he was off to the side somewhere)  The only thing that went through my mind was “OH MY GOD ITS GOING TO BITE MY TOES!!”  So naturally my feet came off the ground.  BUT I did NOT scream or cause a scene, luckily no one was there to witness my madness as it was lunch time. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, BlogTV was kind of interesting tonight.  There were a whole shwack of Germans in there!  And shoe fetishists.. and “Titten” lovers.. And you learn something new everyday, Titten is “tits” in German! Oh and German is “Dutch”!  Exciting stuff right?  Anyway, they turned out to be a bunch of Nazi perverts haha.  There ended up being “150” of them and they wanted to see boobs, so I got out a pen &amp;amp; paper and drew the most fantastic &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SpSvOOIiJwI/AAAAAAAAADk/5IQ_J5pIQ-U/s1600-h/AntiNazi%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; MARGIN-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="AntiNazi" border="0" alt="AntiNazi" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SpSvOdF3cgI/AAAAAAAAADo/X7xVyH7_RAw/AntiNazi_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="185" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; looking boobs ever! haha.. and yes it looked like a 5 year old drew them.  They got pissed, threatened to hack my MySpace and flag my blogTV show.  And then they all left when there were no “real” boobs to be seen.  I don’t know what they were thinking but I think cartoon boobs are just as (if not more) fabulous than regular boobs.  So my 150 chatters went down to like 65, and then dwindled to 30, 20.. 10.  And then one person came in and was all like “Did I miss the boobs?” And that just made my day.  Yes, yes you did.  Oh and they also sent me some creepy Nazi music on YouTube.  So I sent them the “No Twitter For Hitler” video and they said “That’s not funny.”  -  hahahahaha. I win. and yes it is funny!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Sarah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302487729530873321-5990635076053022575?l=theladysmoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5990635076053022575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6302487729530873321&amp;postID=5990635076053022575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/5990635076053022575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/5990635076053022575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/2009/08/workplace-mouse-blogtv-nazis.html' title='A Workplace Mouse &amp;amp; BlogTV Nazis'/><author><name>TheLadySmoke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079958611923244105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/S_qrnQlmiKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ialqqWO1xy4/S220/5492d0f5be7334b50271ba7fa33fc8e0_1220841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SpSvNS-U1VI/AAAAAAAAADc/BBOPM1spRPE/s72-c/alergies_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302487729530873321.post-5087003091844350226</id><published>2009-08-24T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T17:03:26.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>My Job Will Be The Death Of Me</title><content type='html'>So it's monday morning and I've been at work for a total of 2 hours. I am sitting here on my break and I have had 4 complaints shot at me.. SO FAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why isnt the new customer added to the customer list yet?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why is there no more money on the stamp machine? Oh and the ink is low.. Can you fix it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Did you order my fan yet? I'm sweltering over here!"&lt;br /&gt;"Did you make my mailing label yet?"&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373685090409074338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SpMqHmSlTqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/HwzcRYRK0pA/s200/work_sucks.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thats just on the first few minutes of my coffee break. Earlier this morning there were many more annoying questions. I can't do everything at once and I have to take all these things and decide what gets a higher priority over another.. Not to mention I have about 4 bosses and they all breath down my neck with their own ideas on what is "high priority".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the head of marketing who insists that the new 2009 door brochures are the highest priority. If they don't get done in time our customers will continue using outdated price-lists, and order discontinued product. So yes, touche. Brochures are a high priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, there is the accounting manager. He says that invoicing is the highest importance! If we don't invoice our customers than how is our company going to make money? Also running the cheques is up there.. We have to pay our bills! Indeed we do, indeed we do. That is also 2 more important jobs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there is the production manager. Doing his inventory.. must do his inventory. If the inventory isnt up to date &amp;amp; correct then the guys working in the shop are not going to be able to finish orders. If the system says we have 1,500 lin ft and they only have 500 on hand, then they're fucked. So as you can see that is another task that needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, none of my bosses understand why their job for me isnt being done before anything else! From day to day I have to decide what gets done and what will have to wait until "further notice".. Not to mention that those are just 3 or 4 of my daily tasks. There is a lot more bull-poopie to do here. Mailing labels, credit applications, dealing with annoying customers who keep phoning over and over and over again because "no one is answering the phone over there".. and then transfering them over to customer service who says to me "Im not answering that call, I dont want to talk to them." and then having them call me back AGAIN because they keep getting voicemail. So then I have to make up a lie and say that the customer service guys are currently with a customer so cant answer the call.. When I really want to say they're being lazy assholes. Anyway, there's also ordering all the office supplies, all the printer ink &amp;amp; etc.. Plus I have to deal with 10 people coming in a day and filling out applications to work here. (And none of them are going to be hired becuase we are not hiring right now) But we are always accepting applications! So I can't leave my desk when they come incase they steal everything LOL.. And then of course there are bank deposits, credit deposits.. mail in &amp;amp; out.. Designing new business cards &amp;amp; website maintenance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God. I need a vacation. But alas, taking a vacation results in my work being piled up because no one takes over when Im gone. So I rarely take off an entire week. Usually I make long weekends here and there. Thankfully I have a long weekend coming up this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do love my job, I love the people &amp;amp; the work. That is why I am still working here. My bosses are laidback for the most part. I just dont know how much longer I can take if I can't even have my breaks to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would bitch some more, but the phone is ringing. (its the 4th time from the same customer.. I wonder which customer service rep is ignoring their calls now..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sarah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302487729530873321-5087003091844350226?l=theladysmoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5087003091844350226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6302487729530873321&amp;postID=5087003091844350226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/5087003091844350226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/5087003091844350226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-job-will-be-death-of-me.html' title='My Job Will Be The Death Of Me'/><author><name>TheLadySmoke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079958611923244105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/S_qrnQlmiKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ialqqWO1xy4/S220/5492d0f5be7334b50271ba7fa33fc8e0_1220841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SpMqHmSlTqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/HwzcRYRK0pA/s72-c/work_sucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302487729530873321.post-9208498795421151323</id><published>2009-07-29T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:57:39.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To The World Of Cable Television</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So we just got cable in the house!&amp;#160; It was very exciting.&amp;#160; But now it seems that all that glitters is not gold.. What is with commercials.&amp;#160; I forgot how annoying they are!&amp;#160; lol, I’m used to watching TV on DVD, no commercials no waiting for a week to see the next episode.&amp;#160; :)&amp;#160; I have a very good relationship with my DVDs. &amp;lt;3&amp;#160; But I feel like I’m losing whatever love I had for cable television.&amp;#160; Maybe when fall comes around I will change my mind and love it again.&amp;#160; We will see though!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302487729530873321-9208498795421151323?l=theladysmoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/feeds/9208498795421151323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6302487729530873321&amp;postID=9208498795421151323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/9208498795421151323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/9208498795421151323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-to-world-of-cable-television.html' title='Welcome To The World Of Cable Television'/><author><name>TheLadySmoke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079958611923244105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/S_qrnQlmiKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ialqqWO1xy4/S220/5492d0f5be7334b50271ba7fa33fc8e0_1220841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302487729530873321.post-7723243747245034275</id><published>2009-07-18T19:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T19:04:25.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So, it seems as if this blogging utility on my computer works great.&amp;#160; I like having this blog because my friends don’t know about it.&amp;#160; (muahahaha) Honestly, the people who annoy me the most in this world are my friends.&amp;#160; They’re right up there with atheists &amp;amp; hippies.&amp;#160; But that’s alright.&amp;#160; We were supposed to get matching tattoos (a month ago already) but they “forgot” and they “have no money” and we “still need to have a consultation”&amp;#160; I’m like come on you guys.. like obviously they don’t want to get them.&amp;#160; Consultations are free for one thing.. and all you have to do is call and make an appointment.&amp;#160; It’s not that hard.&amp;#160; But they’re making it the biggest frickin thing in the world.&amp;#160; It’s beyond annoying.&amp;#160; So I’m thinking of going and getting my own tattoo.. which sucks because I really wanted to get matching ones.&amp;#160; (we were going to get the hear, see and speak no evil fairies) Mine is the blue one in the middle.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; I spent all this time photoshopping the damn things too!&amp;#160; The original picture of the fairies is all together, so when you separate them, parts of their wings are cut off.&amp;#160; Mine hardly had any wings at all.&amp;#160; So it pisses me off that I wasted so much time doing that as well.&amp;#160; I am thinking about maybe getting my fairy and if they don’t end up getting theirs, I’ll get the other two added on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SmJ_HhfK_NI/AAAAAAAAAB0/c_snrjvVGSA/s1600-h/0fairy-lisa%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="0fairy-lisa" border="0" alt="0fairy-lisa" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SmJ_HydTEXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wIMXnoYbnuo/0fairy-lisa_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="131" height="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SmJ_IAL7C6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/vR3zAGzNv7k/s1600-h/0fairy-sarah%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="0fairy-sarah" border="0" alt="0fairy-sarah" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SmJ_IaxoG2I/AAAAAAAAACA/zo6hTmwjnGE/0fairy-sarah_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="128" height="126" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SmJ_I8U4xSI/AAAAAAAAACE/yiZLCHKAaU4/s1600-h/0fairy-loreen%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="0fairy-loreen" border="0" alt="0fairy-loreen" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SmJ_JA5HopI/AAAAAAAAACI/zSiIS7KIMvs/0fairy-loreen_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="127" height="124" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But anyways if they’re going to be dicking around about it, then I wants to go and get shooting stars.&amp;#160; I have a picture of the one I want.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SmJ_JkXuT8I/AAAAAAAAACM/3YRL4bKUYTg/s1600-h/RenesTattoo%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="RenesTattoo" border="0" alt="RenesTattoo" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SmJ_KEoBbPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ttwicEkIfTU/RenesTattoo_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That’s the same size and spot I would get it!&amp;#160; I think maybe I’ll change the colors to green instead of blue and yellow or orange instead of pink.&amp;#160; I found this tattoo online when I was googling, and fell in LOVE with it!&amp;#160; I think it’s pretty snazzy.&amp;#160; :) I’m just itching to get tattooed ever since we first decided about it like 3 months ago!!&amp;#160; Waiting is a bitch.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302487729530873321-7723243747245034275?l=theladysmoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7723243747245034275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6302487729530873321&amp;postID=7723243747245034275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/7723243747245034275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/7723243747245034275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/2009/07/tattoo-happy.html' title='Tattoo Happy'/><author><name>TheLadySmoke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079958611923244105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/S_qrnQlmiKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ialqqWO1xy4/S220/5492d0f5be7334b50271ba7fa33fc8e0_1220841.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/SmJ_HydTEXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wIMXnoYbnuo/s72-c/0fairy-lisa_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302487729530873321.post-1621786724414589556</id><published>2009-07-18T12:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T12:17:17.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its today! Its today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m testing out this blogging program I have on my computer.&amp;#160; We’ll see how this turns out!&amp;#160; Maybe I will blog more if I can do it here.&amp;#160; :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302487729530873321-1621786724414589556?l=theladysmoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/feeds/1621786724414589556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6302487729530873321&amp;postID=1621786724414589556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/1621786724414589556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/1621786724414589556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-today-its-today.html' title='Its today! Its today!'/><author><name>TheLadySmoke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079958611923244105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/S_qrnQlmiKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ialqqWO1xy4/S220/5492d0f5be7334b50271ba7fa33fc8e0_1220841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302487729530873321.post-1252741450992175989</id><published>2008-12-02T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T08:09:50.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello To The World..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; made an account with blogger.. I guess this works for me!  We'll see how this will turn out, and how long I can keep this up.&lt;/span&gt;   Hopefully I can keep it up for a while.  Until Next Time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302487729530873321-1252741450992175989?l=theladysmoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/feeds/1252741450992175989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6302487729530873321&amp;postID=1252741450992175989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/1252741450992175989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6302487729530873321/posts/default/1252741450992175989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theladysmoke.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-to-world.html' title='Hello To The World..'/><author><name>TheLadySmoke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079958611923244105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIJl9SBWMLs/S_qrnQlmiKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ialqqWO1xy4/S220/5492d0f5be7334b50271ba7fa33fc8e0_1220841.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
