<?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-5847994</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:49:53.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monochromatic Purple rainbow</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;why hello my little buttercup. i know it has been a long long time, but this time it will be better. this time i will show you everything, and i will tell you what you wanted to know. the secret. no use goning around insulting bullfrogs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-108432876688290604</id><published>2004-05-11T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T19:26:06.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow... interesting. the format changed. i haven't been here for a while. anyway, my quizzies aren't working due to an error on the mother site, sorry, but oh well. i think the pictures are pretty and so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wax peaches with frantic road fluff&lt;br /&gt;please produce a tiny finger apparatus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-108432876688290604?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/108432876688290604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/108432876688290604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108432876688290604' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107998389688206287</id><published>2004-03-22T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T11:35:01.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/evilxelf/1073107413_Mariarain2.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8b6762c)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rain: You are the sound of rain. You have two&lt;br&gt;important sides. There is your strong, powerful&lt;br&gt;side and your calm, gentle side. Both are very&lt;br&gt;important. Rain also reflects a bit of darkness&lt;br&gt;in your personality. It isn't bad, just shows&lt;br&gt;that along with the good, you also can see bad,&lt;br&gt;which can come in handy. (please rate my quiz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/evilxelf/quizzes/What%20Sound%20Are%20You%3F(now%20w%2F%20pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Sound Are You?(now w/ pics)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107998389688206287?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107998389688206287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107998389688206287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#107998389688206287' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107998289082049835</id><published>2004-03-22T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T11:18:15.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/rwanat/1069093333_ktopfuhrer.jpg" border="0" alt="Grammar Fuhrer"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the grammar Fuhrer. All bow to your&lt;br&gt;authority. You will crush all the inferior&lt;br&gt;people under the soles of your jackboots, and&lt;br&gt;any who question your motives will be&lt;br&gt;eliminated. Your punishment is being the bane&lt;br&gt;of every other person's existence, because&lt;br&gt;you're constantly contradicting stupidity.&lt;br&gt;Everyone will be gunning for you. Your dreams&lt;br&gt;of a master race of spellers and grammarians&lt;br&gt;frighten the masses. You must always watch your&lt;br&gt;back. If only your power could be used for good&lt;br&gt;instead of evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/rwanat/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20grammar%20aptitude%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What is your grammar aptitude?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107998289082049835?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107998289082049835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107998289082049835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#107998289082049835' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107998258891930318</id><published>2004-03-22T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T11:13:14.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seven is sometimes considered as a mystical and&lt;br&gt;magical number because of the biblical seven&lt;br&gt;days of creation, and the seven heavenly bodies&lt;br&gt;of ancient astronomy (i.e. The Sun, Moon,&lt;br&gt;Mercury, Venus, Mars, Saturn, and Jupiter; they&lt;br&gt;hadn't seen the others yet).  You are&lt;br&gt;understanding, perceptive and bright, and enjoy&lt;br&gt;hard work and challenges.  You are often&lt;br&gt;serious, scholarly, and interested in all&lt;br&gt;things mysterious.  Originality and imagination&lt;br&gt;are more important to you than money and&lt;br&gt;material possessions.  However, you can also be&lt;br&gt;pessimistic, sarcastic, and insecure.  Please&lt;br&gt;rate my quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/QuestiontotheWorld/quizzes/What%20does%20your%20name%20and%20arithmacy%20say%20about%20you%3F%20(some%20simple%20knowledge%20of%20adding%20is%20required%20on%20your%20part)/"&gt;What does your name and arithmacy say about you? (some simple knowledge of adding is required on your part)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107998258891930318?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107998258891930318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107998258891930318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#107998258891930318' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107997978208503267</id><published>2004-03-22T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T10:26:27.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/dekujama/1079961250_maskoftruth.jpg" border="0" alt="Truth"&gt;&lt;br&gt;The MASK OF TRUTH&lt;br /&gt;You are a very, very different person. You see&lt;br&gt;things most likely as they are, and question&lt;br&gt;what you are unsure of. You are a free spirit&lt;br&gt;who is not afraid to speak your mind. That can&lt;br&gt;get you into trouble sometimes. You don't mind&lt;br&gt;changing your view, but can't be forced into&lt;br&gt;things you don't believe in. Your probably not&lt;br&gt;the most popular person since you tend to scare&lt;br&gt;people, but people look to you for guidance and&lt;br&gt;advice. You don't take things for granted. Good&lt;br&gt;job, the world needs more people like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/dekujama/quizzes/What%20mask%20are%20YOU%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What mask are YOU?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107997978208503267?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107997978208503267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107997978208503267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#107997978208503267' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107887710958111197</id><published>2004-03-09T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T16:08:17.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry, there's not a pic with this quiz but it was so funny anyway i had to put it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiei LOVES YOU! just like he once did me...but i&lt;br&gt;left him to go with Mukuro. Anyways, Hiei would&lt;br&gt;DEFINATELY GO OUT WITH YOU! He wants to go out&lt;br&gt;again...check out date 2, which will be made&lt;br&gt;later. Plz rate my quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jesushikam/quizzes/Date%20with%20Hiei%201!%20/"&gt;Date with Hiei 1! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107887710958111197?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107887710958111197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107887710958111197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107887710958111197' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107878952862192250</id><published>2004-03-08T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T15:50:00.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my babble 4/8/04- wow. two days in a row...&lt;br /&gt; oh yeah. all the freshies and sophmores have to do the csap testing and cuz i'm a senior and i laugh repetitivly in their little freshie and sophmore faces. like so: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!! IN THEIR FACES! there. he he and i dont have to go to school for any more than 30 minuets for the next 3 days!!! he heh ehehehehehehhehehhhqACH! EH EH ACH! *cough*ahem. sorry. got a little carried away there for a moment. sooooooooo... hehe i have a new friend! another one... and hopefully they wont go dissapearing again. that sucked. *snif* i miss  him. i don't know where the hell he went to! one day he was there... and the next he was not! his e-mail still works, but no replies do i get! and he is never ont the internet any more so i can't talk to him on im which is sad cuz i miss my friend!!!!!! and i miss Lu-Lu too... i miss people. *sadness* he he. i made a new quiz which will be comming soon to a blog near you (this one) and it should be up in the next week or so. give or take... whatever. i will go find the silly piggie and shove him off my grandmothers &lt;br /&gt;table now. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107878952862192250?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107878952862192250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107878952862192250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107878952862192250' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107878674363378299</id><published>2004-03-08T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T15:02:09.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/Cattypatra/1078123860_turesangel.gif" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8a77a74)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Angst. You are an angel of angst. Once one of&lt;br&gt;water. But your depression has caused you to&lt;br&gt;become an outcast. You love to be by yourself,&lt;br&gt;as it helps you think. You have always, and&lt;br&gt;always will wonder what has gone wrong. Your&lt;br&gt;soul has been shattered, and your wings are in&lt;br&gt;peices. But that's just you. You spend your&lt;br&gt;days searching for something. Not someone.&lt;br&gt;Though you don't know what you are looking for.&lt;br&gt;You don't even remember who you are. And are&lt;br&gt;always trying to find that person, yourself,&lt;br&gt;your soul. Which seems to have been misplaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. When you find what you are looking for, it&lt;br&gt;will become clear. All tragedy will be ripped&lt;br&gt;from your wings, and your true colours will&lt;br&gt;show. And then, you are the most powerful of&lt;br&gt;them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on, keep looking for it is there. Just try not&lt;br&gt;to loose all you hope and become nothing. For&lt;br&gt;you are truly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Cattypatra/quizzes/What%20Type%20Of%20Angel%20Have%20You%20Become%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Type Of Angel Have You Become?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107878674363378299?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107878674363378299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107878674363378299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107878674363378299' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107878612228677790</id><published>2004-03-08T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T14:51:47.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/superbean/1078641204_earthshine.jpg" border="0" alt="moon"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a moon shadow. With the moon as your source&lt;br&gt;you are a being of great mystery. Constantly&lt;br&gt;drifting, you descend into darkness to conceal&lt;br&gt;your brokenness.  You have come to believe that&lt;br&gt;you are the only one you can rely upon for&lt;br&gt;constancy and safety that you need.  But those&lt;br&gt;who know how to see you find enchanting beauty&lt;br&gt;in your wistfulness and fragility.  It is to&lt;br&gt;them that you should flee, for their arms are&lt;br&gt;an open haven where your true light can finally&lt;br&gt;thrive..(please rate my quiz cuz it took me for&lt;br&gt;freaking ever to create)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/superbean/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Shadow%20Are%20You%3F%20(with%20gorgeous%20pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Shadow Are You? (with gorgeous pics)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107878612228677790?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107878612228677790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107878612228677790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107878612228677790' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107870872575177207</id><published>2004-03-07T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T17:21:50.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/Dark87Goddess/1077879008_essofEarth.JPG" border="0" alt="Earth Goddess"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the Goddess of Earth. You are very stable&lt;br&gt;and dependable since the Goddesses rest apon&lt;br&gt;you. You are very materialistic. Somtime cold&lt;br&gt;and distant, but that might be because you need&lt;br&gt;to get what needs to be done, done. But yet you&lt;br&gt;are everyone elses strength. You are the most&lt;br&gt;Stable of the Goddesses, since without you the&lt;br&gt;other Goddesses would not exist.&lt;br /&gt;Other Earth Goddesses: Ceres, Cerridwyn, Demeter,&lt;br&gt;Gaia, Persephone, Epona, Kore, Mah, Prithivi,&lt;br&gt;Rhea, Rhiannon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Dark87Goddess/quizzes/Which%20of%20the%20Four%20Elemental%20Goddesses%20are%20you%3F(With%20Pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which of the Four Elemental Goddesses are you?(With Pics)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107870872575177207?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107870872575177207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107870872575177207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107870872575177207' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107870828283113549</id><published>2004-03-07T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T17:14:27.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/Iceangel143/1074265078_turesMAGIC.JPG" border="0" alt="magic"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your a magical unicorn! As all unicorns go, magic&lt;br&gt;unicorns are amazing with enchantments and can&lt;br&gt;perform spells and all kind of crafts. Magic&lt;br&gt;Unicorns have horns that if drank from can cure&lt;br&gt;blindness, and give immortality. All magical&lt;br&gt;unicorns are very kind and heart-warming, but&lt;br&gt;can get tempermental if a spell goes wrong.&lt;br&gt;Magical Unicorns live in forests where they can&lt;br&gt;practise all there magic in secret. But, if a&lt;br&gt;human befreinds a magical unicorn, they have a&lt;br&gt;friend for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Iceangel143/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20Unicorn%20are%20you%3F%20(With%20beautiful%20pictures)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of Unicorn are you? (With beautiful pictures)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107870828283113549?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107870828283113549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107870828283113549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107870828283113549' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107870779443234625</id><published>2004-03-07T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T17:06:19.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/crimsoncrushedrose/1077606627_CMyDocumentsdarkness.gif" border="0" alt="You belong in the world of darkness and are a part of the despair."&gt;&lt;br&gt;You belong in the land of darkness, otherwise known&lt;br&gt;as one of the worlds in which I dwell. All here&lt;br&gt;is beauty inspired by tragedy and great sorrow.&lt;br&gt;Write or go through other creative outlets to&lt;br&gt;express the anguish you may be feeling, and&lt;br&gt;never let anyone tell you that you are just&lt;br&gt;being 'weepy' or full of 'teenage angst'(if&lt;br&gt;you're a teenager.If not, then they really&lt;br&gt;should be punished for calling you one. They&lt;br&gt;probably are trying to insult your&lt;br&gt;maturity...fools.)and always remain yourself,&lt;br&gt;dark and amazing. Never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/crimsoncrushedrose/quizzes/Where%20do%20you%20belong%3F(ANIME%20IMAGES)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Where do you belong?(ANIME IMAGES)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107870779443234625?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107870779443234625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107870779443234625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107870779443234625' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107870672738175316</id><published>2004-03-07T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T16:48:32.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/waywardpixie/1078262695_energygrey.jpg" border="0" alt="Grey Vibes"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Energy is Grey.  Your thoughts are unclear,&lt;br&gt;muddled, and confusing.  Dark thoughts or&lt;br&gt;depression may be clouding your true colors.&lt;br&gt;It may be that you have been hurt and rejected,&lt;br&gt;or maybe you are just manipulative, dark, and&lt;br&gt;evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/waywardpixie/quizzes/What%20color%20is%20your%20energy%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What color is your energy?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107870672738175316?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107870672738175316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107870672738175316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107870672738175316' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107870605873775731</id><published>2004-03-07T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T16:37:23.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my babble 3/4/04&lt;br /&gt;hello. i am sooooooooooooo sorry i have not written anything in a while... or maybe i'm not. but you see i was in the hospitle and all and then i had all of this make up work to do and i tried to write soething but somehow it got lost... somewhere... and i have just not had the time! well, i'm here now. no need to worry. you know, i has been a really long time sense i went out somewhere with my friend Jennie. (hi jennie!) that saddens me. we used to go out almost every fri, but not anymore. i'm not sure if it's because shes been trying to go out with a certain someone that i will not mention for both their sakes, or she is just busy or tired or what. *sniff* you know it's the new tri and i'm still doing that make up work i mentioned earlier? then what the hell am i doing writing on this god forsaken blog right now? you may ask. well my dear friends... my brain is totally fried. so this is the best i can do with it right now. i plan to do that make up work eventually... just not ritght at this moment. i miss my turtle. i have absolutly what the hell that ment. i've never has a turtle. but i have had soup. will somebody please take this pollow off my face?! i can't freaking breath! and besides that, it hasn't been washed in All. and it has lost that clean frest sent. i am sooooooooooooooooooooo board. he he. tango. OhOhOhhhhh! guess what? remember that Lu-Lu my husband guy that lives in hell that i talk about sometimes??? well... i really have nothing to say about him right now. he he. fooled you to thinking that all of that was going to lead to some dramatic climax didn't i? but i have had a dram about him where i don't randomly wake up at the good part. ^_~ he he. huuuuummmmmmmm. words of advice: never put yourself in a position that gives other people the right to shove tubes up your nose. it is not pleasent and if you are concious at this point and are just as well controlling your brain... RUN LIKE FREAKIN HELL!!!!!! use the novican against those doctors!!! THEY'RE GOING TO SHOVE A TUBE UP YOUR NOSE FOR HELLS SAKE!!!! THAT &lt;strong&gt;DOESN'T&lt;/strong&gt; BELONG IN THERE!!!! THEN THEY'LL STRAP YOU TO THE BED AND YOU CAN'T SCRATH YOUR NOSE WHEN YOU &lt;strong&gt;REALLY &lt;/strong&gt;NEED TO! AND THEN THEY'LL PUT YOU IN THE PSYCH WARD WITH A BUNCH OF OLD GUYS WHO ARE JUST AS CRAZY AS YOU... OR JUST REALLY WEIRD. AND... AND... THAY FORCE YOU TO MAKE YOUR BED!!!!!!! AND GO TO MUSIC AND ART THERAPY! AND WATCH EDUCATIONAL VIDIOS ON &lt;strong&gt;HOW TO DEAL WITH YOUR DISORDER(S)!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;AND THEY NEVER LEAVE YOU &lt;strong&gt;ONE MOMENTS PEEEEACE!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; *tramatized*(even more so than i was before) that damn psych ward will make the depressed go bipolar or the maniacs go schitzophrenic. *and they made the voices stop* so i made them give them back. but the pretty pictures will never return unless i am off all my meds. *sniff. sniff. cry* i think i'll go tho the zoo. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107870605873775731?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107870605873775731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107870605873775731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107870605873775731' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107603227996471777</id><published>2004-02-05T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T17:53:41.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Babble... the same day.. just read the fuking shit all ready!!!&lt;br /&gt; jennie??? hehe. go find annonymous and XOXOXOXOXO... cuz I SAID SO YOU LITTLE LOVE SICK KITTEN YOU!!!! NO MORE BEING A BAKKA!!! XOXOXOX .... OR I GIVE HIM THIS EMAIL ADDRESS... AND YOURS.... AND TELL HIM TO LOOK FOR ANNONYMOUS!!! SO GET TO YOU X'ing AND YOUR O'ing. GOT IT!!!????? rwar. he he. you know i love you and that that threat was enterly empty...  ^_~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107603227996471777?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107603227996471777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107603227996471777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107603227996471777' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107603084490524055</id><published>2004-02-05T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T17:29:46.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/chaoscomesatnite/1069289480_CMyDocumentswwwwww.jpg" border="0" alt="goodbroken"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your wings are &lt;b&gt;BROKEN&lt;/b&gt; and tattered. You are&lt;br&gt;an angelic spirit who has fallen from grace for&lt;br&gt;one reason or another - possibly, you made one&lt;br&gt;tragic mistake that cost you everything. Or&lt;br&gt;maybe you were blamed for a crime you didn't&lt;br&gt;commit. In any case, you are faithless and&lt;br&gt;joyless. You find no happiness, love, or&lt;br&gt;acceptance in your love or in yourself. Most&lt;br&gt;days are a burden and you wonder when the&lt;br&gt;hurting will end. Sweet, beautiful and&lt;br&gt;sorrowful, you paint a tragic and touching&lt;br&gt;picture. You are the one that few understand.&lt;br&gt;Those that do know you are likely to love you&lt;br&gt;deeply and wish that they could do something to&lt;br&gt;ease your pain. You are constantly living in&lt;br&gt;memories of better times and a better world.&lt;br&gt;You are hard on yourself and self-critical or&lt;br&gt;self-loathing. Feeling rejected and unloved,&lt;br&gt;you are sensitive, caring, deep, and despite&lt;br&gt;your tainted nature, your soul is&lt;br&gt;breathtakingly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/chaoscomesatnite/quizzes/*~*~*Claim%20Your%20Wings%20-%20Pics%20and%20Long%20Answers*~*~*/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107603084490524055?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107603084490524055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107603084490524055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107603084490524055' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107602881333951589</id><published>2004-02-05T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T16:55:55.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my fucking babble 2/5/04&lt;br /&gt;not happy&lt;br /&gt;soooooo not happy. i'm really not happy. and not in a mad sense. i write a poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost alone inside my room&lt;br /&gt;my heart chips away as i cry frozen tears&lt;br /&gt;no one hears me as i lie in silence&lt;br /&gt;as my chest goes numb&lt;br /&gt;the tears can't fall&lt;br /&gt;and if i move this knife will sever my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i could rip out my heart&lt;br /&gt;as i lie in my room&lt;br /&gt;upon the red stained floor it'd fall&lt;br /&gt;and end my streaming tears&lt;br /&gt;the pain would make emotions numb&lt;br /&gt;and i would lie in silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon my mind a wave of silence&lt;br /&gt;but there is screaming in my heart&lt;br /&gt;i'd cause more wounds to make it numb&lt;br /&gt;though blood flows steady in my room&lt;br /&gt;from my eyes these reddened tears&lt;br /&gt;into my hands they fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i don't stand i'll surely fall&lt;br /&gt;but this time not in silence&lt;br /&gt;all that'd be left is hate and tears&lt;br /&gt;unhealing wounds upon my heart&lt;br /&gt;kept alone inside a room&lt;br /&gt;sedated to keep numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pain at times, it feels numb&lt;br /&gt;but even so, the crystals fall&lt;br /&gt;and shatter on the cold floor of my room&lt;br /&gt;the shards they sit in silence&lt;br /&gt;but no one sees my heart&lt;br /&gt;as it lies scattered in the form of tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i watch my tears&lt;br /&gt;as they freeze and splinter numb&lt;br /&gt;and puncture wounds into my heart&lt;br /&gt;through tender flesh as they fall&lt;br /&gt;and they pour on the floor in silence&lt;br /&gt;in the solace of my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and should forever end inside my room&lt;br /&gt;while my face is still stained red with tears&lt;br /&gt;and washing over me is silence&lt;br /&gt;to finely make the anguish numb&lt;br /&gt;no longer on a cliff, no more chance to fall&lt;br /&gt;as i watch the blood weep from my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107602881333951589?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107602881333951589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107602881333951589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107602881333951589' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107464938742869876</id><published>2004-01-20T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T17:45:07.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my babble 1/20/04&lt;br /&gt;hi. i am so not happy. then again, am i ever? no. well anyway thats all really. sadness. and i'm sick too. all anyone ever does in this house anymore is fight, even if it doesn't involve shouting. just constant confrentation. My sister gets mad at me when i talk, but she teases me when i don't because i'm quiet. then SHE wont shut up. my mom and dad never stop, she complains to me about him, and work, and life and everything else you could possibly think of to complain about. but when i even try to talk to her about my day, she ignores me, or tells me to be quiet cuz she's watching the news. my dad has always never paied much attention to me sense i started with my depression and other crap, he thinks i'm screwed up and have no real conception of reality. and when we do talk, he just gives me a "why are you so weird?" look. and walks away. now i have just been informed that i will never see Lu-Lu again. i know, i haven't talked about him much lately. i didn't want to. and there wasn't much to say. he'd gone away for a while. now they have told me he is gone for good. my life was pretty much already shit. i really didn't need someone to go and use it as a toilet. jennie, steph, shara, and Lu-Lu were all that was helping. sarah and steph live somewhere else, and lately i haven't heard from sarah. and now Lu-Lu is gone. if anything happens to Jen-Jen i don't think i'm going to be very happy. if something does, i'm going to start to get the feeling that someone doesn't like me... anyway, sorry for the downer. bye bye now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107464938742869876?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107464938742869876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107464938742869876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107464938742869876' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107422104012020613</id><published>2004-01-15T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T18:45:53.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/nyrata/1073915897_genchob18-.JPG" border="0" alt="DarkAngel"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're as dark as can get. You like to laugh at&lt;br&gt;people, make fun of them, hurt their feelings.&lt;br&gt;You're in so deep, you'll never get out, and&lt;br&gt;you probably don't want to get out too. You&lt;br&gt;make the world a darker place. Better get my&lt;br&gt;flashlight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please rate ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nyrata/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20dark%20person%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of dark person are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107422104012020613?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107422104012020613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107422104012020613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107422104012020613' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107421699329894518</id><published>2004-01-15T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T17:38:26.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My babble 1/15/04&lt;br /&gt;wow. it has been a while hsan't it? well anyway, good news!!! i &lt;br /&gt;have a friend. his name is toby. he lives in my head too. i just met him last night. he reminds me of Mr. Spock. he he. ahhh! never let the soup fall from the emprie state building before you have taken the picture of your feet! and perhaps the knees of my enimies &lt;br /&gt;will rot, and from them sprout buds of purity and inocence... but Mc. donnalds will never fail to cheese me off. and of course our&lt;br /&gt;friend the spoon, ah, the spoon. how we have slightly ever taken notice to your wonderous achevments and your sure way of being. my ankles will follow my feet when i walk, and i'd tell you to spend a day in my shoes, but they are currently in use by me. and none the less, they already have feet in them. i know one day i will find peace amongst the stars and the gym socks of tomowow, but alas... my perfume will not. shall i forever be tormented by neverending elephants??? they follow me from the gas station to my grandmas house we go... lalalalalalalala la ala alal   la la  la lalalalal.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107421699329894518?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107421699329894518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107421699329894518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107421699329894518' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107325220119544346</id><published>2004-01-04T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T13:36:59.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My babblen 1/4/04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always remember: jump up and down and find the cheese on your head before the moose gets to it. that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107325220119544346?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107325220119544346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107325220119544346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107325220119544346' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107196719741023448</id><published>2003-12-20T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T16:40:12.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/sweetavarice/1071914243_eousInsane.jpg" border="0" alt="Insane"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Insane: You might not have a personality&lt;br&gt;disorder, but you're extremely misunderstood.&lt;br&gt;You spend more time in your head then you do&lt;br&gt;with any real person.  You don't fantasize&lt;br&gt;about rainbows and unicorns, but perhaps&lt;br&gt;something a bit darker.  Philosophical.&lt;br&gt;Perhaps your fantasies are really grim&lt;br&gt;realities that everyone else ignores.  You're&lt;br&gt;views are hardly accepted, and a sometimes a&lt;br&gt;bit outlandish.  Try to socalize more.  Not&lt;br&gt;everyone is out to get you.  Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/sweetavarice/quizzes/Discover%20Your%20Ambience/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Discover Your Ambience&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107196719741023448?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107196719741023448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107196719741023448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107196719741023448' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107196675085005059</id><published>2003-12-20T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T16:32:45.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/mechangel/1066004559_esartistic.jpg" border="0" alt="Artistic"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are naturally born with a gift, whether it be&lt;br&gt;poetry, writing or song. You love beauty and&lt;br&gt;creativity, and usually are highly intelligent.&lt;br&gt;Others view you as mysterious and dreamy, yet&lt;br&gt;also bold since you hold firm in your beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/mechangel/quizzes/What%20Type%20of%20Soul%20Do%20You%20Have%20%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Type of Soul Do You Have ?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107196675085005059?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107196675085005059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107196675085005059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107196675085005059' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107196631521295114</id><published>2003-12-20T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T16:25:30.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jonester/1070930611_CMyDocumentsSKITTLES.jpg" border="0" alt="ski"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Skittles!!!  You have a very interesting&lt;br&gt;personality, you're so unique.  You're the kind&lt;br&gt;of person who always thinks outside of the box.&lt;br&gt;You're also a very accepting individual, and&lt;br&gt;believe in inner beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jonester/quizzes/Which%20kind%20of%20candy%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which kind of candy are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107196631521295114?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107196631521295114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107196631521295114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107196631521295114' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107196589916960421</id><published>2003-12-20T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T16:18:34.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/emeraldsdestiny/1059046248_Picturesge.JPG" border="0" alt="Gemini"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You should be dating a Gemini&lt;br /&gt;21 May - 20 June&lt;br /&gt;This mate is inquisitive, entertaining and&lt;br&gt;charming, liberal, broad-minded and youthful.&lt;br&gt;Though Gemini has a tendency to be impatient,&lt;br&gt;gossipy and sometimes irritable, this  twin has&lt;br&gt;the ability to expresses his or her pent up&lt;br&gt;emotions during sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/emeraldsdestiny/quizzes/What%20Zodiac%20Sign%20Are%20You%20Attracted%20To%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Zodiac Sign Are You Attracted To?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know whats funny about this? Lu-Lu is a gemini! he he he :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107196589916960421?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107196589916960421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107196589916960421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107196589916960421' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107196501116904267</id><published>2003-12-20T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T16:03:46.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/donarepa/1066804824_litaryquiz.JPG" border="0" alt="solitary"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your soul is bound to the &lt;b&gt;Solitary Rose&lt;/b&gt;: The&lt;br&gt;Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When I wake up alone, the shades are still&lt;br&gt;drawn on the cold window pane so they cast&lt;br&gt;their lines on my bed and lines on my&lt;br&gt;face."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Solitary Rose is associated with loneliness,&lt;br&gt;melancholy, and patience.  It is governed by&lt;br&gt;the goddess Merope and its sign is The Sword,&lt;br&gt;or Unrequited Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Solitary Rose, you may be summed up as a&lt;br&gt;hopeless romantic.  You desire love and have so&lt;br&gt;much love to give, but thing just never seem to&lt;br&gt;work out the way you want them to.  In life,&lt;br&gt;you can be very optomistic, even when things&lt;br&gt;are gray and nothing works out to your&lt;br&gt;expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/donarepa/quizzes/What%20Rose%20Is%20Your%20Soul%20Bound%20To%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Rose Is Your Soul Bound To?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107196501116904267?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107196501116904267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107196501116904267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107196501116904267' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107103053657217090</id><published>2003-12-09T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T20:29:52.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>more babble for the same day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad. i haven't heard from my friend in a long time and i miss talking to him. he was fun and nice and he seems to have just disappeared. he was usually on line late at night but now when i get on late, he's never there and he hasn't returned 2 of my e-mails, and in one of them i gave him my phone # in case i was just missing him, but it's been quite a while and he hasn't called either. hmmmm. i don't know. but i sent him another one asking if everything was ok, and to e-mail me back if he got it. i hope i hear from him soon. it's not fun to make a new friend and talk to them a few times then get cut off and never talk to them again. that sucks. i wonder whats up. oh well. i guess i'll find out eventually. or not. i hope so. i don't like worrying about people when i have no way to get a hold of them except what i'm trying and if they're hurt they can't very well answer an e-mail. pooh. :( sadness. well, good bye for tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107103053657217090?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107103053657217090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107103053657217090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107103053657217090' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-107101936804993429</id><published>2003-12-09T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T17:23:00.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my babble 12/9/03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you tell i've been having fun with my colors? well anyway, i am very happy, and not only because i got those cookies. i love cookies. i'm happy cuz Lu-Lu finely talked to me after over 9 weeks or more, i think i lost track after 8. anyway i have been hearing from him a lot lately now and i am soooooooooooooooooooo happy!!!! he even came to visit me in my room and we had somewhat of a slight conversation manily consisting of my vocal chords moving. but he petted my head till i fell asleep cuz i asked him to cuz i like that and it helps me fall asleep and not many people do that any more much and i don't know why but i really like it expecally when he does it cuz i luv my Lu-Lu. can you say run on sentance? i can. well today one of my special phrases was "hey, this kleenex smells like it's scented!" ah yes. i love my speical comments. MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! cookies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-107101936804993429?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107101936804993429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/107101936804993429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107101936804993429' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106980179664786714</id><published>2003-11-25T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T15:13:28.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/scarletseduction/1054585135_nshinangst.jpg" border="0" alt="kenshin angst"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have KENSHIN angst. You enjoy domesticity and&lt;br&gt;the peaceful life, and all you really have to&lt;br&gt;worry about is when to fetch the next&lt;br&gt;consignment of tofu. Make sure you remember&lt;br&gt;your loved ones though, to keep that pesky&lt;br&gt;battousi angst at bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/scarletseduction/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20anime%20angst%20have%20you%20got%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of anime angst have you got?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how absolutly sad that i have kenshin angst! he is fighting all the time for the people he loves, fighting and fighting, and all he wants to do is live in peace with a family that cares for him!!! that is sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106980179664786714?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106980179664786714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106980179664786714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106980179664786714' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106980056375832790</id><published>2003-11-25T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T14:53:49.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11/25/03&lt;br /&gt;he he. this is a man trying to spice up a sex life that does not need spicing up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' man walks into bedroom in a bunny suit. his wife is staring at him, she is afraid.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wife: what... is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband: *seductively* why, it's... a bunny suit. rrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wife: why......?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;husband: does it.... turn you on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wife: no. your taking it off right now and sleeping naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;husband: *again seductive* ohhhh, it turns you on &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wife: like i said, no. hence the the word, &lt;em&gt;~sleeping~.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;husband: *disappointed* oh. *with a hint of hope* i have a kitten suit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wife: *frighened* NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;husband: then... what &lt;em&gt;~do~&lt;/em&gt;         you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wife: the birthday suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that wasn't so hard was it? if guys would just learn to ask what we want they wouldn't have half as much trouble. and it would make it a lot less disturbing for us too. but then again, it is fun after all, to watch them squirm... ^_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106980056375832790?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106980056375832790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106980056375832790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106980056375832790' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106956196987040099</id><published>2003-11-22T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T20:32:57.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is NOT babble (so there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a skit i have written about Fuma and Kamui. characters from the manga X 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuma and Kamui: curtain shopping"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scene: Fuma and Kamui are walking through a home and garden store in the curtain section, Fuma is looking intently at all of the possible styles for his new "pad". he feels that now he is evil he must change his apartment to suit his new way of life, and sexy new hair and eyes. Kamui is dragging behind looking ukeish and like a little lost puppy who just wants to be petted. Kamui knows nothing about curtain shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Fuma! how about these? *standing 5 curtain selections behind holding out pink, blue yellow and green plaid curtains*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F:  O_o'   *goes back to curtain shopping*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Fuma? Fuma? i thought they were nice. how about these? no? these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fuma looks intensely at a rather nice sample of crimson crushed velvet curtains. he picks them up with one hand and tests the texture with care*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Fuma? Fuma? Hey! MOLEST &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: Really? well... as soon as i get my curtains i'll do just that. ;)&lt;br /&gt;*continues feeling up the curtain*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Fuma? i'm soft too! and i can wear red! have you seen my hair? it flows just like a soft red curtain...  REALLY! MOLEST &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: *getting jelous of the curtain, pulls out a lighter* it's ok Fuma. &lt;br /&gt;  ^_^ later.  later is fine. ^_^ *lights lighter and proceeds to egnight random curtains*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the store goes up in a fiery blaze Fuma stands glaring at Kamui,  who in turn in the midst of the mayhem of the settling inferno, stands stairing innocently back at him , with two crimson velvet curtains wrapped seductively around his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: i saved these for you Fuma ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: -_- ''' Kamui....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: now you can molest me too!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: hmmmmm... well, i do have my curtains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: and look! they're great for concealing any actions that may be considered inappropriate in public! ^_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106956196987040099?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106956196987040099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106956196987040099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106956196987040099' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106955998556327508</id><published>2003-11-22T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T19:59:52.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my babble 11/22/03&lt;br /&gt;well, it has been interesting hasn't it? you all think your so great. don't you? well guess WHAT????? purple is the only color in the rainbow. ha. i know how it has been. i have been around. i see through all of your little sharrades. and the elephant above me cannot fall for it is made of styraphome rocks. so is this not the most wonderful day of the year? no? well, your right... ha ha ha!!! almost had you fooled didn't i? had you going there for a minuet. cornbread and cheese? i say "yes please!" and the ostrich and the emu steal my chair. wow. fa-la-la-la-la la la la la. fish. for all the times youv'e  done me wrong... I GIVE YOU FISH!!!! cuz thats what you deserve. and cheese is what i deserve. oh no. your gonna hate me now. cuz you know what? i want a cookie. again. he he he :) ohhh... cookie cookie cookie. and coffee. coffee coffee coffee.  maybe those cookies will fall down that monochromatic purple rainbow. i hope the elephant doesn't get to them first. after all he is higher up than i am. can styraphome rocks eat cookies? i hope not. cuz if they can then the cookies are doomed to a slow death by elephant. did you know it takes 3 1/2 people to operate me correctly? i seem to be lacking O_o;;; though i do have these twelve up here attempting to operate me... or they are planning my undoing... whichever. dosen't really matter. hey... i think they have cookies :( no fair.   hey! i have candy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106955998556327508?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106955998556327508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106955998556327508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106955998556327508' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106844697647807639</id><published>2003-11-09T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T22:49:40.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/MMisinsane/1052020294_CMariaJtHMpain.gif" border="0" alt="Johnny the Homicidal Maniac"&gt;&lt;br&gt;YOU ARE COMPLETELY TRULLY INSANE!!!! I suppose you&lt;br&gt;like to kill people, maybe eat them. Sometimes&lt;br&gt;you just want people to F#CK OFF, and if they&lt;br&gt;don't you lash out and strap them on the rack.&lt;br&gt;You need to be sent to "The Crazy House&lt;br&gt;for Boys" (even if you are a girl)!!! The&lt;br&gt;White-Coats will be here any second now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/MMisinsane/quizzes/ARE%20YOU%20CRAZY%20and%20INSANE%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%20Like%20a%20moose...%3F(Has%20MAD%20Pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;ARE YOU CRAZY and INSANE???????? Like a moose...?(Has MAD Pics)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he he... this is fun. LOOK!! it's johny the hommacidal maniac!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106844697647807639?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106844697647807639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106844697647807639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106844697647807639' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106844606080095747</id><published>2003-11-09T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T22:34:24.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay your insane be happy and proud and go go share&lt;br&gt;with the world your insanity and if people dont&lt;br&gt;like it ..kill them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vampircslave/quizzes/are%20you%20actually%20insane/"&gt;are you actually insane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he he. we already knew this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106844606080095747?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106844606080095747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106844606080095747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106844606080095747' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106844590046202685</id><published>2003-11-09T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T22:31:44.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/ThevampirehunterD/1060993041_resxelloss.jpg" border="0" alt="Xelloss.. one scarry b*tch or He bitch you pick"&gt;&lt;br&gt;your Xelloss you evil and a pain in my butt, you&lt;br&gt;destroyed europe the other day i kinda fear&lt;br&gt;you, you live in anaka's head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ThevampirehunterD/quizzes/!~*WHO%20LIVES%20IN%20YOUR%20HEAD%20(%20WOOO%20FOR%20THE%20BORED%20AND%20INSANE~*!/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;!~*WHO LIVES IN YOUR HEAD ( WOOO FOR THE BORED AND INSANE~*!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure what to think about this... but it's entertaining!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106844590046202685?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106844590046202685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106844590046202685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106844590046202685' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106844307688932521</id><published>2003-11-09T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T21:44:40.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/coolcatcatherine/1059512927_deringeyes.jpg" border="0" alt="Your: Wondering eyes. Your not quite focused and your quite the day dreamer. Your a bit odd and as many say "Your head is in the clouds." "&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your: Wondering eyes. Your not quite focused and&lt;br&gt;your quite the day dreamer. Your a bit odd and&lt;br&gt;as many say "Your head is in the&lt;br&gt;clouds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/coolcatcatherine/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20eyes%20do%20you%20have%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What type of eyes do you have?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106844307688932521?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106844307688932521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106844307688932521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106844307688932521' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106844277966066966</id><published>2003-11-09T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T21:39:43.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/eveningmist23/1065746691_cturesfire.jpg" border="0" alt="Fire"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your element is Fire. Wild and free. Your emotions&lt;br&gt;lead you everywhere. You are a very passionate&lt;br&gt;person, though sometimes forceful and&lt;br&gt;destructive you have a goal in life, even if&lt;br&gt;that goal is just to make it another day. Fire&lt;br&gt;consumes and purifys, it also protects. There&lt;br&gt;is always caution with fire because once it is&lt;br&gt;started on something there is no telling how&lt;br&gt;much it can destroy. Fire people have the same&lt;br&gt;tendency when mad you could be a candle burning&lt;br&gt;but if someone tips you over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/eveningmist23/quizzes/What's%20your%20element/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's your element&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106844277966066966?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106844277966066966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106844277966066966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106844277966066966' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106844215164147006</id><published>2003-11-09T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T21:29:15.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/MeekaKitty/1067882880_CMyDocumentsz-249.jpg" border="0" alt="CMyDocumentsz-249.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;ultamate Goddes. You rule over all and everything.&lt;br&gt;In most cases you are peaceful but have a&lt;br&gt;temper wich you use only for defending people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/MeekaKitty/quizzes/What%20beutiful%20goddess%20are%20you%3F(with%20anime%20pics!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What beutiful goddess are you?(with anime pics!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i on a roll with this goddess thing or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106844215164147006?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106844215164147006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106844215164147006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106844215164147006' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106844124087168199</id><published>2003-11-09T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T21:14:05.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/donarepa/1065683581_oddessquiz.JPG" border="0" alt="godd"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Form 1, &lt;b&gt;Goddess&lt;/b&gt;: The Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"And The Goddess planted the acorn of life.&lt;br&gt;She cried a single tear and shed a single drop&lt;br&gt;of blood upon the earth where she buried it.&lt;br&gt;From her blood and tear, the acorn grew into&lt;br&gt;the world."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some examples of the Goddess Form are Gaia (Greek),&lt;br&gt;Jehova (Christian), and  Brahma (Indian).&lt;br /&gt;The Goddess is associated with the concept of&lt;br&gt;creation, the number 1, and the element of&lt;br&gt;earth.&lt;br /&gt;Her sign is the dawn sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a member of Form 1, you are a charismatic&lt;br&gt;individual and people are drawn to you.&lt;br&gt;Although sometimes you may seem emotionally&lt;br&gt;distant, you are deeply in tune with other&lt;br&gt;people's feelings and have tremendous empathy.&lt;br&gt;Sometimes you have a tendency to neglect your&lt;br&gt;own self.  Goddesses are the best friends to&lt;br&gt;have because they're always willing to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/donarepa/quizzes/Which%20Mythological%20Form%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Mythological Form Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sware this is so me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106844124087168199?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106844124087168199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106844124087168199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106844124087168199' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106844065346355307</id><published>2003-11-09T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T21:04:18.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my babble at the same time it was a few seconds ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway they were being rude as usual and i finaly said, "ok, it's obvious none of you up there like me..." then they were all quiet. so i said "or do you?" they were still quiet. so i said " do you like me or not?"  the were silent.  i said "common it's a simple yes or no answer." silence "yes, no, maybe?" then i said finally "fine, get back to me when you have an answer." so i fell asleep fo a few minuets, and when i woke up it was to them conversing about why cows like corn... anyway i said "do you have an answer for me yet?" they were silent "YES OR NO?"  i said. then all at once i got a unison "YES!". even the guys rang in amongst the nine females. i said "well it sure took you long enough, what'd you do have a group discussion?" i wouldn't put it past them. but still, i am now feeling rather loved. aaaahhh, tea, nice and warm like chloralphill. by the by, have you gouged the flea out of your eye today? he he. you know you want to sit on that squiral, it tempts you. the gokibudi is in the top ten poodle ratings. ( i hope you can speak jappanese) whats more, i have an interesting bit about kamui and Fuma i'm sure you'll want to read. as soon as i write it.&lt;br /&gt;how about some quizzes too? and some words of wisdom: all things heal... even my hip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106844065346355307?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106844065346355307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106844065346355307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106844065346355307' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106843937190538446</id><published>2003-11-09T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T20:42:55.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my babble 11/9/03&lt;br /&gt;YES!!! STOP YELLING ALREADY!!! I KNOW IT'S BEEN A LING TIME BUT YOUR JUST GOING TO HAVE TO GET OVER IT!!!!!!! well, any way as we calm ourselvs down a bit and all agree that OHHHHH!!!! i have good news. the other night i was trying to sleep and thepeople in my head were talking about odd things and making fun of me as they usually do.... to be continued. i hve business to attened to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106843937190538446?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106843937190538446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106843937190538446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106843937190538446' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106653382456329211</id><published>2003-10-18T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T20:23:44.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/Sugar-n-Spice/1061156594_GangHentai.jpg" border="0" alt="Gang rape"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gang/Orgy Rape! Life and soul of every party, until&lt;br&gt;your party turns into a rape orgy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Sugar-n-Spice/quizzes/And%20why%20and%20how%20would%20you%20be%20raped%20in%20an%20ANIME%3F%20(with%20pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;And why and how would you be raped in an ANIME? (with pics)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha!, i lied, i had to take this quiz. this is funny and wrong all at the same time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106653382456329211?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106653382456329211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106653382456329211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106653382456329211' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106653318674791953</id><published>2003-10-18T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T20:25:04.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/Elijon/1064457551_ownthebrat.jpg" border="0" alt="you love cheetos. and you have a secret fear of imaginary creatures stealing them away. see what it's doing to your hair? oh no! i see the creature too!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Escaping cheetos! After that lawn&lt;br&gt;gnome!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you love cheetos. and you have a secret fear of&lt;br&gt;imaginary creatures stealing them away. see&lt;br&gt;what it's doing to your hair? oh no! i see the&lt;br&gt;creature too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Elijon/quizzes/What%20idiotic%20phrase%20should%20you%20say%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What idiotic phrase should you say?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheak this nifty shit out. i made this quiz all for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106653318674791953?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106653318674791953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106653318674791953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106653318674791953' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106653030163544045</id><published>2003-10-18T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T19:25:01.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my babble 10/18/03&lt;br /&gt;hey guys. well, yesterday my gramma died, yeah. now i have no greandpearents left to spoil me. i guess she was kinda old and that infection wasn't going anywhere so i guess she had to. i don't particularly like my dad but i can't help but feel sorry for him right now. he was so broken up that when i was talking to him over the phone i could hear his voice cracking and he was trying so hard not to cry. i had a feeling that she wasn't going to make it, so earlier that day i lit a prayer candle and "whispered" to her. in her near death condition, i figured even if she wasn't close to sleep, or asleep, that when your dieing you are more in tune to things, so i'm sure she heard what i told her. whether she knew it was really me at the time or she thought she was going crazy, i don't know, but i'm sure she knows now. i simply told her that i loved her and that i'd miss her, and that i wouldn't pray for her to live. that was not my place this time. and it was not my choice. she was a wonderful person and if she was needed to die then that is what was going to happen, and i think she would prefer if i didn't pray to different gods for her, rather than her own, like i would prefer no one pray for me. i don't feel like i need prayer, and i don't think that she did either. i still haven't had any dreams from Lu-Lu in a while. that makes me kinda sad. sometimes i wonder if he forgets about me. that would make sense why he doesn't send me dreams in so long sometimes. maybe he just gets to busy. oh well. i guess i'll hear from him sooner or later. whenever he decideds he wants to see me again. after everything else thats more important is taken care of, and he remembers i exist, and he realizes "oh, yeah. i remember that girl. boy i sure do miss her. maybe i should send her a dream... no, not tonight, i'm to tired. maybe next week." yep. thats it alright. i should learn how to dream hop and jump into one of his dreams and hit him over the head for not jumping into one of my dreams first and making me jump to his because he was to absenst minded to jump to mine. dork. and then.... ah yes.... and then by george i shall.... TWEAK HIS NOSE!!!!! ha! that'll teach 'um. well, sorry there are no new quizzez up yet, i don't have time tonight to get any to post, but as soon as i come back from utah and my grammas funeral i will spend some time and post a bunch more. but i'll get you one more tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106653030163544045?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106653030163544045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106653030163544045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106653030163544045' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106565222688635173</id><published>2003-10-08T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T15:30:26.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my babble 10/8/03&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i feel wonderful. i am so sick. well, not 'so' sick, but i sure feel like crap. and to top it off, my little monthly friend decided to pay me a visit as well. woohoo. oh well. thats what overdosing on robutussen is for. yes, i know i spelled that wrong. it makes it even funner because of the fact that i'm not supposed to mix cold medication with my anti-depressants. not that it hurts me in any way, it's more like "you seriously shouldn't be opperating heavy machinery" so, fill up for freakin' thimble! i'd explain that, but it would take to long, so i'll leave you guessing. ah yes. in my delusional state today (when am i not delusional?) i came up with a wonderful poem about my backpack: backpack strap i call upon thee, to find my shoulder and rest upon me. i was having issues locating the strap, and that just came out of my mouth. *sneeze*  wonderful i feel not. *sniffle* well, i suppose i shall be going, i'm sorry, please don't be pizzled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106565222688635173?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106565222688635173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106565222688635173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106565222688635173' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106558083256405703</id><published>2003-10-07T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T19:40:32.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my babble 10/7/03&lt;br /&gt;yay for me. my mom likes to blame me for everything. she has decided that the reason that our internet is slow today is my fault... ok. i have no idea where she pulled that out of. yes i have magical powers... magical powers to make the intersnet slower and slower and slower... the fish in my mind are swiming incessantly. i learned an interesting fact today, very interesting indeed. satan and Lucifer are not the same person, although thought to be one and the same. Satan is actualy the seconed in command of hell next to Lucifer who is the supream ruler. cool hugh? so Satan and Lucifer are actually two different people. cooool. i thought that was quite interesting. at the particular moment in time, i'm attemting to summon a bed-side demon, but so far it's not working so well. as soon as i find a good demon who is willing to be summoned, i've been looking up good cannadants, and when i find one he will be MINE!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHHAAAACKCKCKKKCCCCHCHCHCHHHcchhhk!!! ach! sorry, i'm sick. i have a cold. my throat is sore and my nose is running, and i sneeze alot and i feel misserable. *sniffle* i still have'nt talked to my new friend yet, that makes me sad. and my hubby Lu-Lu hasn't given me a deam in quite some time. *weakly and with a stuffle* grrrr.... i think i need some more of those tastless spiking pills. they would douse me good. i need medician, and more than is in my useual diet. you know, a little while ago my fav teddy bear went missing. strangly, he had been in the same place sense i last cleand my room. when i went to get him, he was gone. i searched my entire room, i mean everywhere, and nothing. that bear never leaves my room. i have no siblings who would take it. and it's sad cuz i've had that bear sense i was born and my dead grandma gave it to me. now it's gone. i'm convinced either Lu-Lu or that demon who beats me up at night has stolen it. oh... hadn't i meantioned the demon that beats me up at night? well, for the past few weeks i have been waking up with new bruses all over the place, and i could not remember for the life of me where i was getting them from. finely, i got a real big one, where i was sure i hadn't hit myself and got suspicious. so the next morn when i wooke up, i examined myseelf, and found new bruises that were not there the day before! so i have come to the conclusion that there is a demon of some sort beating me up when i sleep. so i thought, i could bless my room with pureified water and a protection spell, but thats annoying because to much harmony bugs me. so i decided to just wait untill he starts totally thrashing me to go to those extreams. then i thought fo getting myself a bed-side demon. he could come and watch me while i sleep and protect me from whatever is beating me up. not like he would really want to, but he has no choice if i call him. thats why i'm lookin up the best canadates, some are more suited for the job than others, like for instance: some might actually rape me instead, or taamper with my emotions to a dangous level, or hurt me as well, or damn me, or do or have other personality traits that would not really suit this purpose. but i have found some good ones, some that like to do humans favors, some that really don't have any violent traits toward humans, you know, stuff like that. you don't want to be summoning Beelzlebub, the most evil of all demons to your room. he he *nervous laugh* he's got a horrid temper. he'd probably damn you to hell for all eternity for summoning him without good reason and not in the propper manner, and then asking his assistance. he he. yeah, that would be seriously stupid. i'm sure you've heard enough about my demon issues, so goodnight my fare.... readers, i bid thee well, and for now i say, goodbye, i'll see thee upon my return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106558083256405703?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106558083256405703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106558083256405703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106558083256405703' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106540452137150786</id><published>2003-10-05T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T18:42:00.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my babble 10/5/03&lt;br /&gt;i know i know... it's been 5 days sense i last wrote something. it's just that i've been so busy. i had all this crappy h/w wensday and thursday and on friday it was my sisters b-day, which might i add was quite fun. i went and stayed over at her appartment for the night and got completely drunk. and in the morning, nothing but a slight headache and feelin a little dizzy and queezy, but never have i thrown up. didn't matter, i went back to sleep and when i woke up the headache was gone, i felt funny for a couple hours, but i felt good pretty quick. it was interesting though, when i was sitting there, all by myself for the first portian of the "party" i was talking to Malichai, hehe. the girl with the brown hair the origin of which i do not know,was looking at me funny. then she called me "deary" when i exited the bathroom. ooooooook. then she stole my sisters cigeretts so her and her little possey got thrown out on their asses. i miss my new friend. i haven't talked to him in a while. i miss you new friend. i miss my Lu-Lu too. *sniff*ahhh yes. my friend and i have come up with a new short one time only comic strip called "Satan's oh shit moment" as soon as i can figure out how to get it up here, i'll let all of you see the moment that he yell "OH SHIT!" i'll talk to you all later whwn i'm in a better mood. so i'll be seeing ya now. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106540452137150786?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106540452137150786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106540452137150786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106540452137150786' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106497457752065228</id><published>2003-09-30T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T19:16:17.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my babble 9/30/03&lt;br /&gt;ok, here's something fun. today in my sci fi lit class we were to choose one of two books to read. my teacher described each one telling us what they were about, so we could make an easier decision on which we would prefer to read. when she started to describe the second book, she said "now, be careful if you decide to read this book. there are very disturbing and disgusting scenes in this story, and i've had many people come up to me half way through he assignment and say to me, "i can't read this book any more." so that got me curious. hmmm,  i thought. i wonder what could be so gross in a BOOK (for crying out loud) that people would have to stop reading it? so naturally, i was going to find out. that was the book i was going to read. but noooo. they couldn't let me be disappointed on my own. some one had to ask, "so, what's disgusting and disturbing about it? is it all bloody and violent or something?" "oh, no" she says. "there are just some explicit  sex scenes." *total disappointment* sex scenes? why would that make someone not want to read a book? not like it's an abomination of nature or something! Perhaps a good morman boy might turn away his virgin eyes, but other than that, i cannot see. so naturally, again, i was going to find out. well first of all, the sex is between cousins. and it takes GREAT detail. but other than that, nothing out of the ordinary so far. and i'm only on page 24. they get right down to it don't they? ahhh... a great line from the book: THE ANCHOVIES ARE GONE!!! he he. i like that. did you know that vampyrs are fucking hot? i'm not only a pervy elf fancier or ero kappa now, no, i am also a pervy vampyr fancier, and pervy demon fancier (only the ones that don't ooze) and a pervy egyptian fancier (ohh, i love egyptions) and a pervy Asian fancier, what can i say? i'm not really picky when it comes to looks, as long as they aren't slimy and they don't have detachable body parts... oh yeah! there all good! but Lu-Lu is sooooooooooooooo way better. i am really a secret pervy Lu-Lu fancier in disguise, you know, incognito. he he. but he dosn't need to know, he'd get a big head... bigger than it already is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106497457752065228?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106497457752065228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106497457752065228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106497457752065228' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106488230232812549</id><published>2003-09-29T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T17:38:22.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my babble 9/29/03&lt;br /&gt;well, today was interesting. i had a packet of this e-mergen-C stuff full of vitamens and protines and crap, it's for when your exausted. well, i wasn't exausted. i just drank it anyway. it was raspburry! yay! well, that did me in. i was so fucking hyper today i started singing "the safty dance" and was danceing disco to it. in painting. ah yes. and the hill is still on a slant. so last night i had continous dreams about legolas and/or orlando bloom... :) nothing interesting happened, naturally, we just had your typical adventure, poisoning, running, being attacked by gobblen things,  him attemting to save me, when i had to get up off my ass and go save him trying to save me... yes, typical. he he. he is sooo cute. (i hope my husband doesn't find a way to link a connection to the internet from hell to read this... i'd be in deep shit...) my mom just killed a fly, and it fell into her purse, and it's not quite dead yet, and she can't get it out... he he. i laugh at her struggle. maybe my husband could turn into an elf... then i could be a pervy elf fancier without worry, and i wouldn't have to drool over legolas... he he. ahhhh... Lu-Lu as an elf... ah, who gives a fuck? he's damn hot as he is! yeah, well, ii have an essey to write, and it's due tomorrow, and i have yet to start it. so i should go. my essey is about the story called "i always do what teddy says" he he. funny hugh? suits me. just the title. not the whole book. ok. yeah. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106488230232812549?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106488230232812549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106488230232812549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106488230232812549' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106480504649311245</id><published>2003-09-28T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T20:10:46.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/DistillaNation/1059596450_cturesobr2.jpg" border="0" alt="Murderdolls"&gt;&lt;br&gt;U like to be unique. Ur style may be very dark hair&lt;br&gt;and in ur face or just a hardcore punk style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/DistillaNation/quizzes/Witch%20Hair%20style%20would%20you%20have./"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Witch Hair style would you have.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106480504649311245?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106480504649311245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106480504649311245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106480504649311245' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106480378388360240</id><published>2003-09-28T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T19:49:43.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1045377151_StuffSmirk.gif" border="0" alt="Smirk"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're the smirk,a frown-smile hybrid that's a&lt;br&gt;little bit cocky and usually associated with&lt;br&gt;evil or arrogant,but attractive people.You&lt;br&gt;probably just don't give a damn,but it's&lt;br&gt;everyone else's fault if you don't because&lt;br&gt;you're too awesome to have any real faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Smile%20are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Smile are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106480378388360240?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106480378388360240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106480378388360240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106480378388360240' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106480325328808921</id><published>2003-09-28T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T19:40:52.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/EerieFreek/1061515448_cturesichi.JPG" border="0" alt="Ichi"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ichi - "That one with wisdom"&lt;br /&gt;Sponsored by www.life-blood.cjb.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/EerieFreek/quizzes/What%20would%20your%20Japanese%20name%20be%3F%20(female)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What would your Japanese name be? (female)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106480325328808921?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106480325328808921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106480325328808921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106480325328808921' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106480133016321207</id><published>2003-09-28T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T19:08:50.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my babble 9/28/03&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhhh...*in pain* my tummy hurts! i don't know what i did! i think i might have eaten some bad cheese. and i'm being serious there. my dad's away on a fishing trip (YAY) and me and my mom got to go out to breakfast this morning, because my dad never wants to. i got my favorite, eggs benedict, yum. but this really has nothing to do with the fact that my tummy really hurts! i almost threw up a few min ago. i had to cut my bath short so i wouldn't throw up in the tub...YUCK! that would not have been pleasant. talk about stewing in your own juices...ewwww! thats nasty! when you make that expression littoral it's just gross! eh. tummy. to day i said something interesting. my mom thought her car looked tilted, and i didn't so i said " maybe it's not the car, maybe the hill is on a slant." yes. my english just keeps getting better and better. so articulate, aren't i? you know what? i miss Lu-Lu. i want to hug him and squeze him and love him to peices! he he. Malichai FINELY said something to me last night, right before i went to sleep, i barely heard him cuz, well, i was half asleep, and when i realized what he actually said, i'm like, hugh? oh, ok. it wan't rude, for the first time in his life. sad thing is, i don't remember what he said. i was to far gone to actually save it in my memory banks. i just remember he said something and that had nothing to do with much anything at all, and it wasn't rude. and i agreed with what ever it was he said. i just don't know what that was. hmm. you know wasts funny? i think i scared a few of the old people at the breakfast place where i went to eat thist morning. i was wearing my black and red bondage pants :) i love those pants. but they scare old people. oops. tummy hurts, got to go. my panda says good bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106480133016321207?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106480133016321207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106480133016321207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106480133016321207' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106480020164748408</id><published>2003-09-28T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T18:50:01.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/madpiratejenny/1036301335_mboyresult.jpg" border="0" alt="tomboy"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tomboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/madpiratejenny/quizzes/What's%20your%20sexual%20appeal%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's your sexual appeal?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106480020164748408?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106480020164748408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106480020164748408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106480020164748408' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106471996738404263</id><published>2003-09-27T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T20:32:47.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/xdeadxstarx/1044037794_cturesGrey.JPG" border="0" alt="Info Grey"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Heart is Grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xdeadxstarx/quizzes/What%20Color%20is%20Your%20Heart%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Color is Your Heart? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106471996738404263?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106471996738404263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106471996738404263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106471996738404263' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106471888572245667</id><published>2003-09-27T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T20:14:45.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SpazMatazz/1042697160_nightgddss.jpg" border="0" alt="MoonGoddess"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Goddess of the Night. Beautiful yet a strange&lt;br&gt;darkness and sadness lurk about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SpazMatazz/quizzes/What%20element%20would%20you%20rein%20over%3F%20(For%20Girls)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What element would you rein over? (For Girls)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106471888572245667?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106471888572245667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106471888572245667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106471888572245667' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106471831799270194</id><published>2003-09-27T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T20:05:18.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW you're the bigest loser I'v ever seen! Don't&lt;br&gt;worry we'll get along just fine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ireallyhatepreps/quizzes/Are%20you%20a%20loser%3F/"&gt;Are you a loser?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106471831799270194?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106471831799270194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106471831799270194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106471831799270194' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106471723972836894</id><published>2003-09-27T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T19:47:19.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1041991326_fPerfectGF.gif" border="0" alt="You're Perfect ^^"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which&lt;br&gt;means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're&lt;br&gt;the kind of chick that can hang out with your&lt;br&gt;boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't&lt;br&gt;care about presents or about going to fancy&lt;br&gt;placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy&lt;br&gt;being around your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Girlfriend%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106471723972836894?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106471723972836894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106471723972836894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106471723972836894' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106471691718753608</id><published>2003-09-27T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T19:41:56.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Ruri-chan/1056293396_Ahope.JPG" border="0" alt="You represent... hope."&gt;&lt;br&gt;You represent... hope.&lt;br /&gt;You're quite a daydreamer and can be a hopeless&lt;br&gt;romantic.  You enjoy being creative and don't&lt;br&gt;mind being alone at times.  You have goals, and&lt;br&gt;know what you want in life... even if they are&lt;br&gt;a little far fetched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ruri-chan/quizzes/What%20feeling%20do%20you%20represent%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What feeling do you represent?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106471691718753608?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106471691718753608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106471691718753608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106471691718753608' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106471261988305911</id><published>2003-09-27T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T18:30:19.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My babble 9/27/03&lt;br /&gt;hi. i'm not so happy right now. so. yeah. last night made me kind of upset, and in some inctances, less than most, it sticks with me for a while. so i have nothing much to say. i'm not excedingly happy enough to right somthing entertaing. so bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106471261988305911?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106471261988305911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106471261988305911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106471261988305911' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106463491713845535</id><published>2003-09-26T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T20:55:16.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my babble 9/26/03&lt;br /&gt;hello! what is up? nothing new much here. ohhh! ezcept one thing! i have a new friend! and he reads this so he knows i'm talking about him :) hehheh. i wont say his name for privacys sake, but he said that i was a "refreshing difference" .... i think i will take that as a complement.  :P YAY for me. i like new friends. new friends are good. expesially when on saturday you went to homecomming and had a very nice girl tell you that you scared her... :( i told her that i was a nice person and that i wasn't going to hurt her... which i wasn't... but this girl is INCRDIBLY shy... and i think the fact that i am nutzo and so forward embarrised her or made her nervous around me, i think she would rater be able to predict what i was going to do...HA! like THAT could happen.only unpredictably people can predict what i'm going to do by watching me not do something then doing it after they thought i was going to do it when they already knew i was going to do it in the first place even though i did something they didn't know i was going to do. and only unpredictable people understood that sentanse. so. my new friend. yes. i like new friends. you know what makes me sad? sakra pettels. they make me sad. really sad. really really sad. it's sad how much they make me sad. oh, no, sakra pettels. they make me sad. really sad. really really sad. it's sad how much they.... any way. ah yes. my loving parents. my loving parents love to ignore me. i say something. they hear nothing. yup. i feel speical. but enough of my issues, how are you? the purple beast next to me will not stop saying "never again". oy. ohhhh... i'm listing to rammstien. his voice is soooo sexy. ahhhhh, yes. oh! don't tell Lu-Lu i said that! he'd get mad. i think his voice is sexy too, but i can't hear his voice right now, so , he he, i listen to other sexy voices. thats not wrong, is it? i mean, i don't love rammstien, so it's ok to think his voice is sexy with no emotional feelingness behind it, right? cuz i live Lu-Lu and i think his voice is sexy, and his body, and everything else... so thats even better... so i'm not wrong, right? he he... he. i have no clue. i'm delusional. so you should tell me what you think. he &gt;_&lt;' you know whats funny? (yes my new friend, i'm making fun of you) my new friend thinks i'm pretty and he hasn't even seen me... for all he knows i could have a scare on the chin that looks like someone smashed a tomatoe on my face... do you think that could be? or do you think i'm making this up all as part of an evil plan to make fun of him? hohoho.... i wonder... or maybee i'm just plain ugly, or mayby i have horrible acne, or one of my eyes is lower than the other by exacly 5 cm... hmmmm... i wonder... or perhaps i'm the most beautiful girl in my school, and i'm takeng  classes with dyansty modeling and are 2nd in the class. or... maybe i'm making ALL of this up and i'm completely normal looking. totally avrage. nothing speical. hummm. makes you wonder... doesn't it? thats all for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except i promised you a STUPID QUESTION OF THE WEEK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;for friday september 26 the STUPID QUESTION OF THE WEEK isssssssss..... when you have to go to the bathroom really bad, from both exits, can you do one with out doing the other? expecially, can you crap without peeing? when you seriously have to go? it's harder than it seems. try it. really. like i said STUPID QUESTION OF THE WEEK. hence the STUPID. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106463491713845535?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106463491713845535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106463491713845535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106463491713845535' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106453893351803386</id><published>2003-09-25T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T18:15:33.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/Lorac/1034605630_turesdream.jpg" border="0" alt="Dream, the third of The Endless, you are in charge of the Dreaming, all imagination and creativity, everyone knows your beautiful realm, but none truly understand it. You are dark and%2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dream, the third of The Endless, you are in charge&lt;br&gt;of the Dreaming, all imagination and&lt;br&gt;creativity, everyone knows your beautiful&lt;br&gt;realm, but none truly understand it. You are&lt;br&gt;dark and brooding, creative, and spend a lot of&lt;br&gt;time by yourself, just thinking. You are almost&lt;br&gt;as serious as Destiny, but not quite. Everyone&lt;br&gt;is enchanted by you, but you keep them all at a&lt;br&gt;distance, even when you shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Lorac/quizzes/Which%20Endless%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Endless are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106453893351803386?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106453893351803386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106453893351803386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106453893351803386' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106453029636717470</id><published>2003-09-25T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T15:51:35.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my babble 9/25/03&lt;br /&gt;why hello! i have recently made my own quiz called "what idiotic phraze should you say?" it, sadly , is not to be posted yet, but it is comming soom to psychotic blog near you. (namely this one) i'm painting flowers in watercolor in my painting class (go figure). and my teacher was showing us tecniques. most of which i already know considering i've been painting in water color for years now. anywaay, she says, "now i'm going to show you a tecnique that i just learned this summer, and i haven't had much time yet to practice." she then pulled out a straw and began to explain how you put a drop of paint on the paper, and blow it with the straw... yes. she JUST learned this. i have been doing this sense i was 2 and painting retarted volcanos and making the lava explode like that. this is new to her. i'm not saying shes stupid, she's a great teacher really, and shes a good artist too, it's just, where has she been the last century? every child in america knows how to do that. ok. enough of that. i had coffee today. COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE!!!!!! ohhhhhh..... :( Lu-Lu.... i miss my Lu-Lu....&lt;br /&gt;Hey, anyway, i went and saw my psycholigist today, and i took a coupple tests to see what defects i had in my brain, and i've got the list right here: SCHIZOTYPAL: A type of personality characterized by unusual patterns of speech and behavior and by social withdrawal.  and: BIPOLAR: A form of depressive disease that characteristically involves cycles of depression and elation or mania. Sometimes the mood switches from high to low and back again are dramatic and rapid, but more often they are gradual and slow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both phases of the disease are deleterious. Mania affects thinking, judgment, and social behavior in ways that may cause serious problems and embarrassment. For example, unwise business or financial decisions may be made when an individual is in a manic phase. Depression can also affect thinking, judgment, and social behavior in ways that may cause grave problems. For example, it raises the risk of suicide. Bipolar disorder is not as prevalent as some other forms of depressive disorders but it is often a chronic recurring condition. and: MANIA: An abnormally elevated mood state characterized by such symptoms as inappropriate elation, increased irritability, severe insomnia, grandiose notions, increased speed and/or volume of speech, disconnected and racing thoughts, increased sexual desire, markedly increased energy and activity level, poor judgment, and inappropriate social behavior. A mild form in mania that does not require hospitalization is termed hypomania. Mania that also features symptoms of depression ("agitated depression") is called mixed mania. DEPRESSION: An illness that involves the body, mood, and thoughts, that affects the way a person eats and sleeps, the way one feels about oneself, and the way one thinks about things. ( this one happens to be the least complicated).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't that fun? thats me!!!! i like the word schitzophrinia more than i like schitzotypal, but oh well. whats done is done. the purple beast has nothing to say, he is just sitting quietly beside me, stareing at me blankly. i really have nothing too interesing to say today. i'm in that mood where bipolar comes in and takes me out of that mania state, you know? hmmmm.... this bores me. not writing, just not being manic. it's dull. i was earlyer today. pooie. well i will go now. and guess what? every week i am going to give you a stupid question to think about, and we are going to call it: the stupid question of the week! tomorrow it will come to you... so be there.hehe. it's a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106453029636717470?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106453029636717470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106453029636717470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106453029636717470' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106444438513230255</id><published>2003-09-24T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T15:59:44.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1060127137_ikesummer2.jpg" border="0" alt="Season = Summer"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Most Like The Season Summer ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.... Passionate eh ?? Typically you're a fiery,&lt;br&gt;zesty dominant person. As the hottest season,&lt;br&gt;you certainly ooze Sex appeal. You have&lt;br&gt;confidence which draws people to you, and you&lt;br&gt;have the makings of a good leader.&lt;br /&gt;However sometimes your exterior is stronger then&lt;br&gt;you are and so you scare people off before they&lt;br&gt;can get close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done... You're the most memorable of seasons&lt;br&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Season%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;?? Which Season Are You ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106444438513230255?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106444438513230255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106444438513230255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106444438513230255' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106444399705377810</id><published>2003-09-24T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T15:53:16.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Devilgurl66653/quizzes/%3C%3C%3E%3E%3F%3F%3FWhat%20Kind%20Of%20Angel%20R%20You%3F%3F%3F%3C%3C%3E%3E(%20NEW!!!%20Anime%20Pics%20)/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/Devilgurl66653/1063730127_Auntitled.jpg" border="0" alt="Dark"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&gt;???What Kind Of Angel R You???&lt;&lt;&gt;&gt;( NEW!!! Anime Pics )&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106444399705377810?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106444399705377810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106444399705377810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106444399705377810' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106444388146026037</id><published>2003-09-24T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T15:51:20.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/londonbelow/1038911195_hilistbear.jpg" border="0" alt="Nihilist Bear"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nihilist Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/londonbelow/quizzes/Which%20Dysfunctional%20Care%20Bear%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106444388146026037?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106444388146026037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106444388146026037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106444388146026037' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106444360660369916</id><published>2003-09-24T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T15:46:46.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/novemberhorse/1047168577_zprotector.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8775ce4)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Protector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/novemberhorse/quizzes/The%20ULTIMATE%20personality%20test/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;The ULTIMATE personality test&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106444360660369916?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106444360660369916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106444360660369916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106444360660369916' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106444294880059102</id><published>2003-09-24T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T15:35:48.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/FrogWithaBanjoGirl/1063127692_resmurder.jpeg" border="0" alt="murder"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're goin' down! FOR MURDER!&lt;br /&gt;Please rate if you liked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a goth please visit&lt;br&gt;groups.msn.com/gothicteensoftheworld and join&lt;br&gt;up cause it rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/FrogWithaBanjoGirl/quizzes/What%20Would%20You%20Go%20to%20Jail%20For%3F%20(Many%20outcomes)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Would You Go to Jail For? (Many outcomes)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106444294880059102?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106444294880059102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106444294880059102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106444294880059102' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106444249993503778</id><published>2003-09-24T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T15:28:19.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>regular, plain old sex-- boring to some, yet you&lt;br&gt;seem to love it. hey, do whatever pleases you!&lt;br&gt;(and of course your significant other)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/navychic87/quizzes/%20%20What%20type%20of%20SEX%20do%20You%20enjoy%3F%20/"&gt;  What type of SEX do You enjoy? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106444249993503778?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106444249993503778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106444249993503778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106444249993503778' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106444202800544125</id><published>2003-09-24T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T15:20:27.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jsimner/1062436747_sixteen.jpg" border="0" alt="My inner child is sixteen years old today"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;My inner child is sixteen years old!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while&lt;br&gt;adults might just accept that, I know&lt;br&gt;something's gotta change. And it's gonna&lt;br&gt;change, just as soon as I become an adult and&lt;br&gt;get some power of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jsimner/quizzes/How%20Old%20is%20Your%20Inner%20Child%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How Old is Your Inner Child?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106444202800544125?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106444202800544125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106444202800544125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106444202800544125' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106443872211687334</id><published>2003-09-24T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T14:25:21.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061402253_ktopdeath2.jpg" border="0" alt="mors"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Of%20The%20Greek%20Gods%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106443872211687334?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106443872211687334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106443872211687334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106443872211687334' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106443775163848527</id><published>2003-09-24T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T14:12:55.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;Li&gt;My #1 result for the SelectSmart.com selector, &lt;a href="http://www.selectsmart.com/FREE/select.php?client=ffivthing"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Your Ideal Match from FFIV&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/B&gt;, is &lt;I&gt;Cecil&lt;/I&gt;&lt;P&gt;  Who is yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106443775163848527?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106443775163848527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106443775163848527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106443775163848527' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106443638603056466</id><published>2003-09-24T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T13:52:58.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/rosiekins/1035099846_lmateleggy.jpg" border="0" alt="your ideal mate is Legolas!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Legolas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/rosiekins/quizzes/Who%20is%20your%20Ideal%20Lord%20of%20the%20Rings%20(male)%20Mate%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Who is your Ideal Lord of the Rings (male) Mate?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh...oh yeah...if Lu-Lu was an elf...oh yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106443638603056466?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106443638603056466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106443638603056466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106443638603056466' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106443572243831219</id><published>2003-09-24T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T13:36:14.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/bohemian0607_part2/greenguyquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bohemianchick.homestead.com/files/legolas.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/bohemian0607_part2/greenguyquiz.html"&gt;Which green guy are YOU?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am legolas!!! sorry bout the pic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106443572243831219?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106443572243831219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106443572243831219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106443572243831219' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106443560716232288</id><published>2003-09-24T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T13:33:26.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My babble 9/24/03&lt;br /&gt;ok, hello. guess what. i finally got those cookies, oh yeah. they were good. a lemon one with pink sugerie frosting, and a chocolate chip one. yum. hey you know what? today i could not for the life of me remember the word for when a guy can't get arroused... it was bugging the hell out of me all day. and thats not good, i want the hell to stay there cuz thats where my hubby is. any way, back on the subject. so i was walking, and i was thinking, and i said the firt random word that came to mind. Flatulance! then i realized what i had just said and that that had absolutly nothing to do with a man not being able to get arroused. my friend that i was disscussing this with gave me the weirdest look then cracked up laughing, and so did i. i swear we laughed for 8 minuets. she then said "he's abstanint because he flatulant!". for the reason we were trying to remember this word was to come up with a good (or any) reason why this person we were talking about was abstanint. so we continued to laugh. then it started to get on our nerves that we couldn't remember the damned word, so we went searching for our sience teacher that was the smartest of them all, and would not make fun of us, give us a weird look, nor ask why, just tell us with the utmost seriousness. but we couldn't find her. we must have gone through 5 people before we found someone who actually knew/ could remember, the word..........impotance!!! YAY! i now know the damned word that i couldn't remember! but we also know that men are abstinant because the are flatulant. he he. you would be too.....unless...well...ahem. anyway. my husband came to talk to me last night from hell. but i didn't get to see him. that bastard. and i say that in the utmost possible way of loveing abilityness to express ones undieing devotion to ones beloved love. i luv you Lu-Lu you hot sexy bastard who left befor i even got to see you last night... bastard...whom i luv :) he he. OOHHH! and i have good news. because the bastard in my head (not Lu-Lu, the other bastard) wont tell me his name, i have decided to name him myself. his name is now...DA DUM (drum roll please) dududududududududududududududu..... Malichai! isn't that great? he still hasn't said a word to me lately. hmm. oh well, thats all for now. bye bye &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106443560716232288?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106443560716232288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106443560716232288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106443560716232288' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106436711034077018</id><published>2003-09-23T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T13:13:23.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if any one is reading this at ALL, send me an e-mail and tell me, otherwise it just isnt fun. you can do that on my MSN profile under the screen name Benishi, and you can find out more about me too. pleeeaaaase e-mail me if your reading this, you know, you might be the only one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106436711034077018?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106436711034077018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106436711034077018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106436711034077018' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106436608032778640</id><published>2003-09-23T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T19:27:41.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OOOOHHHH! if you like fantacy art, and the fairy pic on the "what type of fairy are you quiz" go to: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amybrownart.com"&gt;www.amybrowmart.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is my favorit fantacy artist...Go Amy Brown!!! she inspires a lot of the paintings that i do. YaY for Amy Brown! ok, thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106436608032778640?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106436608032778640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106436608032778640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106436608032778640' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106436546817518751</id><published>2003-09-23T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T18:04:28.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i do practice wicca....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106436546817518751?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106436546817518751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106436546817518751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106436546817518751' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106436543996051798</id><published>2003-09-23T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T18:04:00.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/sarcasticwhore/1034725801_ctureshk-g.JPG" border="0" alt="gothic"&gt;&lt;br&gt;very fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/sarcasticwhore/quizzes/what%20fucked%20version%20of%20hello%20kittie%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;what fucked version of hello kittie are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106436543996051798?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106436543996051798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106436543996051798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106436543996051798' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106436527542612375</id><published>2003-09-23T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T18:01:15.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033849857_CPRINC.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;Damsels are hard to find in a modern world with&lt;br&gt;screwy ideals! You're probably a romantic and&lt;br&gt;you might even have a broken heart because,&lt;br&gt;SURPRISE! The world isn't a fairy tale.  I'm&lt;br&gt;not saying you should change because that would&lt;br&gt;be awful.  Stick to your guns, be patient, and&lt;br&gt;wait for that godamned prince-metaphor to come&lt;br&gt;because, damnit, you deserve royalty and not&lt;br&gt;some second-rate wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/warpedredhead/quizzes/What's%20Your%20Bedroom%20Personality%3F%20(For%20Her)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's Your Bedroom Personality? (For Her)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106436527542612375?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106436527542612375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106436527542612375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106436527542612375' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106436518445193961</id><published>2003-09-23T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T17:59:43.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/mangacatgirl/1035252807_estvillian.JPG" border="0" alt="Villian"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're A Villian!&lt;br /&gt;You evil person, you.  You have a dark side to you.&lt;br&gt;Your destiny is world destruction/domination.&lt;br&gt;Just so long as those pesky heros stay out of&lt;br&gt;your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/mangacatgirl/quizzes/What%20Type%20Of%20Anime%20Character%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Type Of Anime Character Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106436518445193961?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106436518445193961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106436518445193961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106436518445193961' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106436489649155702</id><published>2003-09-23T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T17:54:55.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/Crookyshanks/1039428119_ictureab14.jpg" border="0" alt="blue fairy"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You like ot be alone and see everything around you.&lt;br&gt;u like to do things alone. your a fall fairy&lt;br&gt;but fall is a very pretty and soft time of year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Crookyshanks/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20fairy%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of fairy are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106436489649155702?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106436489649155702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106436489649155702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106436489649155702' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106436444949629327</id><published>2003-09-23T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T17:47:29.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he hehehehehehe. my eyes really are green.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106436444949629327?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106436444949629327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106436444949629327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106436444949629327' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106436440481517108</id><published>2003-09-23T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T17:47:10.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1034108657_CAndreaquizeyesgreen.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;Green Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/theandrea/quizzes/What%20Color%20Eyes%20Should%20You%20Have%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Color Eyes Should You Have?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106436440481517108?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106436440481517108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106436440481517108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106436440481517108' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106436305714632388</id><published>2003-09-23T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T17:24:17.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1034277815_tioncuddle.jpg" border="0" alt="cuddle and a kiss"&gt;&lt;br&gt;cuddle and a kiss on the forehead - you like to be&lt;br&gt;close to your special someone and feel warm,&lt;br&gt;comfortable, and needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/theandrea/quizzes/What%20Sign%20of%20Affection%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Sign of Affection Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106436305714632388?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106436305714632388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106436305714632388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106436305714632388' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106436247425052442</id><published>2003-09-23T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T17:14:34.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/teffie/1036292365_eardumbass.gif" border="0" alt="dumbass"&gt;&lt;br&gt;god you dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/teffie/quizzes/What%20swear%20word%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What swear word are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106436247425052442?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106436247425052442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106436247425052442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106436247425052442' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106435088323550074</id><published>2003-09-23T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T14:05:16.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>more of my babble 9/23/03 2:09 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;i cannot fucking get to sleep. this pisses me off dearly. i have skool in the morn and i need my sleep, like i didn't' get yesterday and when i have my coffee and no sleep and sleepless nights and coffee don't mix well w/ me cuz i go nutz. that sentence was special. i have a fear of fans. and those yellow McDonalds tables. seriously. what do you think would happen if i saw a fan sitting on a yellow McDonalds table? *shudder* "never again" says the purple beast sitting next to me. i have no idea what hes talking about. have you been to hell lately? if you have, have you seen my Lu-Lu? when you go there next, tell him "hello" and "i luv you" and "don't go flirting with any  demon girls (or guys, that's not right) while i'm gone". now, i'm not saying that i have anything against gays or lesbians, just to clear that up, cuz thats probably what you were thinking. i just don't want my husband flirting with men, no, he should not do that. not him. you can if you want. i don't mind. i'll love you anyway. but i will give my Lu-Lu a very odd glance if he flirts with men, no, i can't see him doing that, he is WAY, to straight. in that case, emphasize the GIRL demon part. i miss my Lu-Lu. i luv you Lu-Lu. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope. still can't sleep. thought that was the end of it, didn't' you? i don't think so. i'll ramble all night if i have to. so HA!. you cannot escape my invisible POWERS! WOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!!! ok. i'm starting to see things. my dresser just moved. ummmmm... it's not supposed to &lt;br /&gt;do that, right? RIGHT???? i'm lonely. pooh. not the bear, the expression. you don't love me, do you? Lu-Lu loves me, &lt;br /&gt;SO THERE!&lt;br /&gt;something moved again. maybe it's those tasteless spiking pills... why are you running at me? i'm right here! i have a raccoon tail sitting on my shitty comp that is not connected to the internet, and i am debating hitting myself on the head with it, why? i do not know. ugh! i want sleep! and cookies. i still haven't gotten those... your probably tired of reading this damned log, so i will stop writing this damned log... damn you log... in the name of Anne... damner of all things that i cannot damn! i will now attempt to sleep once more. damn. *is damning everything while muttering angrily as i turn off lights and climb into bed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106435088323550074?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106435088323550074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106435088323550074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106435088323550074' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106434934714043693</id><published>2003-09-23T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T13:35:46.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my babble 9/23/03---1:42 in the fricking morning...errrr.&lt;br /&gt;do you think i could do a handstand on an ostrich? (there she goes with the birds again) you know, i still want those cookies. did you know that i am a ero kappa? that means pervy water sprite in japenese. why this is, i really don't know. i just happen to be one...really. please don't tell my husband, he would wonder. and don't tell him that i am a pervy elf fancier either. because he is not an elf, and it would throw him into a jelous furry. and take it out on orlando bloom :( so, shhhhhhh! don't let him know! i luv Lu-Lu. he he. Damn! i really want those cookies! i have a cactus named Jim. he is small, but not toooooo, small, medium really. about 3 1/2 in tall i'd say, with out actually measuring. Jim says "hello" he loves you. and he wants you to pet him &gt;_&lt;  i do. he he.i love Jim. he is a good friend. do plants such as cactuses talk to you? if so, try talking to geraniums. they are exelent conversationalists. and veary nice. blue daisys are nice too. tulups only talk about themselfs. lillies are wiled, like me, but not quite as skitso. anyway, flowers. fun to talk to. grass however never has much to say. it's boring. i should shut up now. *put those tastless spikeing pulls in her water* "ooohhh...cookies???"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106434934714043693?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106434934714043693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106434934714043693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106434934714043693' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106434827175575094</id><published>2003-09-23T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T13:17:51.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my babble 9/23/03---1:32 fricking in the morning!!!!&lt;br /&gt;err. im mad. my dad says that i'm spending to much time on the comp. what? what is this "time" you speak of? i know nothing of time. i am ETERNAL! or at least i will be... eventually... when i go to hell anyway. HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHHAHAHA!!!! i mean common, it's not like i have anything better to do. all my chores and home work gets done, and i bath regularly...i had issues hooking my bra after my bath earlyer tonight... why am i telling you this? did you spik my water with tastless spiking pills? alright! who did it! it was you! wasn't it?! yes you, with the gravity defying hair! hey, sell me some of those spikless tasting pills...wait...ohhhh... *dizzy*...*spinning*...*falls on floor* "pilless...tasting...spikes..????"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106434827175575094?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106434827175575094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106434827175575094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106434827175575094' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106428255140367022</id><published>2003-09-22T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T18:10:38.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033630828_reamercopy.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x86e5e84)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;A dreamer is your type.  Seen as "not quite&lt;br&gt;there", you see things that few do.  You&lt;br&gt;make people think, and your friends turn to you&lt;br&gt;for insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/MuffyTaj/quizzes/A%20different%20quiz%2C%20what%20strange%20type%20of%20person%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;A different quiz, what strange type of person are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106428255140367022?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106428255140367022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106428255140367022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106428255140367022' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847994.post-106427964549510104</id><published>2003-09-22T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T18:10:50.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>                                                                       My babble 9/22/03&lt;br /&gt;why hello. my name is Erin. today i noticed that the bastard man in my head was quite annoying. do any of you have an annoying bastard in your head? well, mine is a bastard. he interrupts me and my thoughts and makes fun of everything i say. and he wont even tell me his name! that bastard. i think hes just jealous of me and my husband whom i love dearly. he is in hell right now. :( i miss him. he sends me dreams though, and he is hot....heheh. what am i saying? you don't even know me! i'm a dork with dorky friends and people talk to me...in my head. you don't believe me, do you? well, to bad. i will take over the world and rule your soul....MMMUUUUHAHAHAHAHAAH!!! any way, i miss my husband who is in hell. i want to go to hell. will you come with me? the bastard man in my head tells me to draw him a heart...he doesn't deserve a heart, he's a bastard. to day i woke up 32 min late and had nothing to wear except a skirt and a shirt that doesn't mach, and i had no time to make coffee, so i was rather nuts today...more so that usual. i kept talking about stealing chickens and how in my mind ostriches could fly. something with birds??? i guess my mind was on birds. well last night i had fried chicken... and ostrich is good too...fooood...Lu-Lu! *sniff* when will you come back to me Lu-Lu?! (pet name for husband in hell). i want cookies. yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847994-106427964549510104?l=erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106427964549510104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847994/posts/default/106427964549510104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erinsincrediblypsychoticlife.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106427964549510104' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01224880936566409502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
