<?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-751759585692574729</id><updated>2011-08-02T12:38:28.239-07:00</updated><category term='Bad Jokes'/><category term='Cars'/><category term='Plan B'/><category term='Childhood'/><category term='hearses'/><category term='death'/><category term='KROQ'/><category term='Flea Markets'/><category term='tattoos'/><category term='Work'/><category term='vegan'/><category term='art'/><category term='AFI'/><category term='school'/><category term='od'/><category term='Records'/><category term='YAY'/><category term='what the fuck to do'/><category term='raw vegan'/><category term='La'/><category term='Sewing'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Batsy Batsy Batsy...</title><subtitle type='html'>So Jersey</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-9049282064329928108</id><published>2010-03-31T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T12:40:54.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucy in the sky with dimonds</title><content type='html'>OK so it was a lovely day. I desided since I didn't have to walk with my dad I would take Lucy out for a ride. Not to my surpise she needed air and I didn't want to not give my little Lucy what she didn't need so I rode her to the local gas station and filled her up. As the back tire rose I could hear it cracking and i grimaced but figured if I took her home and oiled them a bit they would be as good as new. Boy was I wrong. Not but 5 feet in riding with headphones on I hear this huge pop. I sniffle knowing that means she had blown out and get off her and walk her to the trian and get on and take her to the Mr. Bill's Bike shop in Palmyra. So now since he didn't have the tire I have to wait till Friday to get her back. Though I'm off Saturday and Sunday and she needs a paintjob. Its supposed to be really nice too so I think I know what i will be doing Sunday while off. This NJ winter wasn't good to poor Lucy. I need to get her to a warmer climete stat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-9049282064329928108?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/9049282064329928108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=9049282064329928108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/9049282064329928108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/9049282064329928108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2010/03/lucy-in-sky-with-dimonds.html' title='Lucy in the sky with dimonds'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-7806658125785939505</id><published>2010-02-10T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T12:53:24.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Jersey: One girl's tale from childhood to adulthood in the Gardenstate: Part 3</title><content type='html'>THe Drunk Kids The Catholics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My veiws on religion most likely steam from things I felt and learned from an early age. At about 4 my mom tried to get me into a Catholic preschool at the local school. There were two. One I was the right age for but we were to poor for. THe other I had to wait till i was 6 to get into. Need less to say I went to school at six. So starting late and alot of home tutoring made me always feel smarter then the kids in my class. Meaning when the work wasn't up to my level I got bored and stopped working deeming it more a waist of my time and theirs for me to do it then for me not to. This only made most of my teachers think I didn't understand what we were doing till I was introduced with a quiz and would easily get an A or a B. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catholic school is pretty much a diffrent universe to Public. Public school the kids come to school in what ever the parents can aford and if you didn't wear Lisa Frank when I was in school or have Lisa Frank stuff you were an out cast. This was the minor of the two shocks i got when I got to my frist public school Marcella Duffy Elementry in Florance NJ. The school is no longer there and I hope that the cunt they called the school nurse  is long since dead. But being brought up in Catholic school you know about the wonderful church areobics program you had atleast once a week where you in your little uniform like everyone else would go to the church and stand up sit down and kneel all in diffrent times. All while reading along to the Holy Bible. Not to mention looking up at the suffering face of the son of God the whole time. Very pleaset way to spend your time before or after lunch. Though if you did all your exercise you got a treat of a really stale waifer. My church wouldn't let us have the juice with it since i'm pretty sure the blood of christ was loaded. So we only practiced canibalism and ate his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that's really gross to think about now. Your at the time eating at least a piece of body that was like over I don't know 1963 years old. That's pretty funky, no wonder people talked in tongues and see the virgin mother in toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other big diffrence was the nuns. We only had a few left teaching because they had been found to incompotent to teach children at the points in the life they were at. We had a very sweet young one that tought us computers on what was most likely the orginal Macantosh computers. All we learned was origon trail and how to type. I ended up learning more about them when I had reached third grade in RIverside Elemntry school. However as most we all had our one resident scary nun. She was our libraian. All she did was sit behind her desk and knit and glare at us. She would finish and show us the terible brown colored donkey tails she would knit. Telling us if we told on anyone even if they really did it we would have to wear the tail the rest of the day and till we came back to the libray. She really was a scary old woman and had a horable selection of books. My ones at home were better. Though I'm pretty sure she is the reason I hold "The Whipping Boy" as one of my favorite books from childhood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the drunk kids later in life were the same kids that I had shared blocks with in pre school or thew into the blocks... Depending on the kid. By that time we had become so sucked dry of our souls from school we lived for the weekends and crappy local shows that were still some of the most fun I had ever had at times. Screaming along to "If You See Kay" and drinking in my friend Brain's car at the Walnut Street School. To only go inside and circle pit till we would have to rush out and vomit. Then lather rinse and repeat the process. Most of us at that time be it from school family or a combination of shit lived to get fucked up on the weekends. Our bodies were the temples of Coors Light and Smirnoff 100 proof. Weed and menthol cigerettes were the next if not the first in the new trinty we had for ourselves. No more father son and holy ghost. It was now Music, Drinking and Smoking. That became our religion. Crappy punk late night dinners and long streachs of time forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewere in the mix of all of this. I had started to read on Easter Religion and Pagan beliefs around age 13 when I realized God the man I had never done anything to but pray and do my things for my church and all stopped listening to a child's prayers. Hulk Hogan was wrong. I didn't do it right or somthing. I said my prayers ate my vitimins and still I watched my mother go insane. So I looked to religions that worked on inner healing and not so much on a deity to report to.  But even that was second to the real religion of my teen years. Music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-7806658125785939505?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7806658125785939505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=7806658125785939505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/7806658125785939505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/7806658125785939505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-jersey-one-girls-tale-from-childhood_10.html' title='So Jersey: One girl&apos;s tale from childhood to adulthood in the Gardenstate: Part 3'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-4607061610276057488</id><published>2010-02-07T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:52:07.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Jersey: One girl's tale from childhood to adulthood in the Gardenstate: Part 2</title><content type='html'>Curse of the Fallen soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't remeber much about the two grandparents I lost at a young age. My grandmother was said to be well a hernias bitch is what my mom called her. And that was her own mother. I kinda hope I never get there. I've been there but gotten over it but i'm rambling I hope you all enjoy rambling. I'm going to do it alot.  My pop pop well he loved me to death his only son's only daughter so I was kinda spoiled by him. If you remeber Teddy Rupsink the talking bear thing. I had about 5 of them because i kept ripping its mouth off in an attempt to either have it eat my finger, feed it or was just courius to why the damn bear was talking and moving its eyes at me in the first place. I'm pretty sure I broke one's eyes to so the thinkg would stop gawking at me at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of that stuff how ever beat Netasha. She was my favotei toy and untill 5 years ago I had her with me.. I gave her to my mom when she left so she would have somone to look over her. I know dumb thing for a 20 year old at the time to say but. I really did believe it. I still do. That doll had been though the same war as I had. Every peek I had every bad break up or boy that hurt me. Netasha listened and never judged me just let me squeeze and cry. And honestly that's what I think we all need some times. I really should thank my grandparents for getting her for me. If they were still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also my love of the marcabe comes from my grandmother's death I really believe this. My mother had to go and pick her coffin much like anyother kid I liked to wander away. They couldn't find me for almost two hours and later found me curled up at the bottom part of a coffin sleeping and hugging Netasha to me. (Told you she went every were with me.) From what I remeber which isn't much it was pretty comfortable, but toddlers can fall asleep anywere i'm told. And if I can sleep on this futon with all its metal bars digging onto my back I can see how I can pass out in a coffin. Its most likely more padded then this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sad how I know of these peope but can't remember them. I often wonder if they would have been proud of me and all I've done or haven't. In what I did so far in my life. Its hard to gauge a grand parents reaction to things when your last surrviving one nothing is ever good enough for.  At times I'm jealous of my older cousins that got to be with them longer know them more then I ever did. But we play the cards we get. Plus one of my grandparents wasn't even really it he didn't have to be a Pop Pop when I was little or even leave me anything when he died we weren't blood related. But he always treated me well. I kind of regreat never going to see him due to my mom's hate of him when he was just sitting in his wheel chair as a vegtable before he finally died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Pop Pop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-4607061610276057488?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4607061610276057488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=4607061610276057488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/4607061610276057488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/4607061610276057488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-jersey-one-girls-tale-from-childhood.html' title='So Jersey: One girl&apos;s tale from childhood to adulthood in the Gardenstate: Part 2'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-4878610085015251706</id><published>2010-02-03T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T14:07:41.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Jersey: One girl's tale from childhood to adulthood in the Gardenstate: Part 1</title><content type='html'>I thought i would start a little tale of me nothing overly spectacular but fun and maybe get some laughs and people reading along the way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 3rd 1985:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven am I came screaming into the world. Pink wiggly and a head full of jet black hair. I wasn't quite right from the beging. I was a premie but i was no where near average premie size no I was the premie that was the size of a normal baby. My mom later told me I tired to come out about three times the last time being the last straw when I tried to be born in the K-Mart electronics center where she worked. This in my later years would make sence but we will get back to this right now its me pink and wiggly and they are putting thoughs wee little sunglasses on me. I forgot to say I was born yellow too. So they put the glasses on me put me in a tanning bed and I'm labled and given my blanky name band and my mom can now pass out. Poor woman worked really hard to get me. I'm her only child she never had anymore so she later collected my friends as her kids, this too would would cause conflict in use as mother and daughter. But for now i'm her number one number thirteen (that's how many miscarriages she had to get just one me. Some days you want to ask someone like her was I worth it, and I have she just smiles and tells me yes.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing my name is disputed by both partens the birth certificate says one thing my mom says another and my dad says yet another. It boils down to I was suposed to be April Luv Simons but was somehow changed to April Lynn Simons. My mom says it is now April Lynn Luv Simons and when pissed will say all four names at me and I will roll my eyes and call her Mary Lou. Next argument on my name is the origin. Mom says she had a dream the night my great grandfather died and that he told her she was to have a little girl and to name her April. Since she's from a line of gypsy's the name means something to her and the fact that April roughly means new birth so i guess I'm the new birth of the line of our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad on the other hand tells a totally diffrent side of the story. He knew i was a girl (were mom says he swore I was a boy and i kinda believe her but more on that later) and he wanted to name me April. Seeing as when I was born and it wasn't even the right month. Why he would think toi name me April the man isn't that creative. Trust me I'm pretty sure April was my mom's doing. He also states he wanted it to be APril Luv just like my mom but wont tell me why as where she will say it was to be named after the song. I've never heard the song. I really don't ever plan on it either. Otheres when told this will sing it to me and if these bad kereoke versions are anything to go by. I don't ever want to hear it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few months are kinda not really known to me i figure i do the normal baby thing suck on mymom'boobs lepry. I was told i wasn't a very fussy baby. iguess they got lucky. I do know i looked misserable in a good 75%of the pictures I was awake for. and have been told by pelethat my  Romainian/Welsh/ and Native American ass looked like a chinky baby by a kid i went to Art School with. I just think i looked pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/S2nc7jABKuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QDbqBBa0tgI/s1600-h/d0a58af6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/S2nc7jABKuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QDbqBBa0tgI/s320/d0a58af6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434117340964924130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-4878610085015251706?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4878610085015251706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=4878610085015251706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/4878610085015251706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/4878610085015251706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-jesey-one-girls-tale-from-childhood.html' title='So Jersey: One girl&apos;s tale from childhood to adulthood in the Gardenstate: Part 1'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/S2nc7jABKuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QDbqBBa0tgI/s72-c/d0a58af6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-7272349953792004833</id><published>2010-02-02T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T22:12:34.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH life</title><content type='html'>I spent three hours close to four talking to the papoose on the phone. It cheered me up and i know it had to have cheered her up. She couldn't stop laughing and all i was doing was talking. She said alot of things that desi did in i shouldn't give up on the painting. We also both agreed that we need to go to Cochella. The line up is fucking out of this world as always. Its looking like my exscape route isn't happening. I wish my mother wouldn't flake on me so now i'm going to take my tax refund and actually save a bit and buy a car and get my doggie i said i would take off my friends hands and i don't know what else get a new job. Maybe move anyway get enough to move and leave after i see alkaline trio with tara and then go to my mom's see afi with her and the papoose and possably the twin. and then go visit desi maybe. I should just get a car save the money get mounchies get the dog and travel and make a blog on it. i might get inspired again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-7272349953792004833?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7272349953792004833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=7272349953792004833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/7272349953792004833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/7272349953792004833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-life.html' title='OH life'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-8450429387685217437</id><published>2009-11-09T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:56:04.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its offical i think i failed at this life, gonna try again another time soon cause i mean fuck punk music is making me cry. that'a not normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-8450429387685217437?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8450429387685217437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=8450429387685217437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/8450429387685217437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/8450429387685217437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-offical-i-think-i-failed-at-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-2055508712682808920</id><published>2009-11-07T18:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T18:12:58.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIke a Call</title><content type='html'>So Thursday is my last AFI show for a while (hopefully only tillt he next round of tours) my dad can't quiet understand why I am leaving at 6:30 in the morning to sit infront of the electric factory. But i know and that is all that matters. After this show I'm not sure how long I will be in NJ it may be a few weeks to an extrea month and leaving in January. Hopefully my dad gets this job through the temp agancy and I wont be worring about them so I can go stay with my mom for a while and get my life back on track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling like i'm stuck in a tailspin and can't pull up. But at least with my mom I will get my chance at changing that. I want to go back to school I think. But i love painting too. Always have but not many see my work or when they do get it. BUt that's ok I like what i do and if i have a house or apratment fill with my junk in it when i die that will be fine. hopefully someone will like my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know these posts are rambly at best but i really don't have a clear thought right now. I want to exsplore and see the world and with leaving i get a car. a means to freedom. to the open road. I think i need that even if its in NC. Atleast i can drive to see the Kup and Erica a new friend of mine only lives about 2 hours from my mom's 45 when she's home acording to my mom. Which is cool. I miss Nessa and she admited last night on the phone to me that she misses me as well. I hope everything goes as it should for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news. When did i turn modish? Bohemian eve? I can't stop listening to indie pop/rock and i just feel like how i dress is reflecting it more and more. When did i stop being a right little punk(all but the jacket i still wear pourdly) or a goth (ok i do still dress in black but now how i used to.) It amazes me what i find cute in fashion and all anymore. Maybe its something all 20 something's deal with. You know besides being almost 25 and still done nothing but graduate college but do nothing with it but work in liqour or curtains.  And the possablity that i fucked up in picking what i went to college for and should i go back or just find a way to do it with out a education that has a degree and more shit attached to it then i need. can i put myself through that again? I don't know. I hope so until then i just keep pushing myself and working my way out toa sunnier coast. To the Golden State. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-2055508712682808920?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2055508712682808920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=2055508712682808920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/2055508712682808920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/2055508712682808920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-call.html' title='LIke a Call'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-6720479980839183849</id><published>2009-10-21T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:59:43.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bat went to an afi show...</title><content type='html'>ANd came home to hell, the show was amazing probably could have did with out the sleep deperivation before and after. And soem of the rude people I met. I did however get jade's pick and his set list, even has his foot print on it that part makes me laugh. Baked for Smith (again) now i need to think of a way to beat Rum bat cookies. Possably skully Vodka citrus? Is that possable, and do i feel bad that i put alcoho in that he can't share them. not really cause I made them just for him so i kinda want it so that he can enjoy them. but I do need to top myself. I will think of some way in the next couple of weeks i have till the twelth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say that people getting on me for smoking when i was nervous as fuck can kinda kiss my ass. Cause in reality I ended up pushed out of the group twoards the middle so I just exciled myself so that I could be alone since i didn't feel like i wanted to be there after a while. I NEVER get like that at an afi show.I think that it is bull shit to put up withand i almost left the whole place just from feeling like that. thankfully i have the abilty to chat to almost anyone. So i didn't need who i came with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up drining during the gallows because my throat hurt and the girl next to me offered me some of her beer and honestly it was shitty beer but the carbination in it did sothe my throat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however have fun at the end of the night till smith spit at the me on the window. That kinda sucked but i laughed it off like i do with most things now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda feel myself getting depressed. But I think i might just be the cold. I hate coming home to the point where i just would rather have some blankets and sleep on the streets at times. I can't stad eing my dad's secritary he  needs to learn how to look shit up himself i'm not his fucking eread girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news. I'm moving in with my mother. I will be after the afi show on the 12th. I can pack fast so i don't care. I get my choice of two diffrent cars i can use to drive I am leaning towards the Mercades. I get to paint and pick which room I want I'm really exited for all this. I want to look on Urban's web site for some cool more adult things for my room. I might paint my furnature or stain it again. it needs it and it will give me something to do while looking for a job. I will persue my art more too i might even use my middle room as a place for me to do my art and not get eerything messed up if they go for it.we'll see. So i guess that makes up my day. Kinda glad to be freeing myself of New Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Ebon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Davey Feel better so sorry to hear your sick and had to cancel the Scraton show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-6720479980839183849?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6720479980839183849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=6720479980839183849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/6720479980839183849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/6720479980839183849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2009/10/bat-went-to-afi-show.html' title='Bat went to an afi show...'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-1083328747654041946</id><published>2009-09-10T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:53:13.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mew Mew New New</title><content type='html'>Hey guys long time no talk hey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have my newest batch. Since we last talked i lost my day job but its given me time to tinker and come up with new ideas here hope you enjoy them as much as i did making them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/Sql1JtC7kCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/y8zG45eofxU/s1600-h/DSCF0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/Sql1JtC7kCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/y8zG45eofxU/s320/DSCF0107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379960039441928226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/Sql1Je-8vbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gFUHLwU-1RE/s1600-h/DSCF0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/Sql1Je-8vbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gFUHLwU-1RE/s320/DSCF0100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379960035667131826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/Sql1I3FJYJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZOxTZVCcfbM/s1600-h/DSCF0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/Sql0zu4q2YI/AAAAAAAAAHc/OMy6mMjTLOE/s320/DSCF0083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379959661978638722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/Sql0zBzEwaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SXmzoBZ3y_A/s1600-h/DSCF0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/Sql0zBzEwaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SXmzoBZ3y_A/s320/DSCF0078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379959649875575202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-1083328747654041946?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/1083328747654041946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=1083328747654041946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/1083328747654041946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/1083328747654041946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2009/09/mew-mew-new-new.html' title='Mew Mew New New'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/Sql1JtC7kCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/y8zG45eofxU/s72-c/DSCF0107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-4501677435617112852</id><published>2009-08-10T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:39:28.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHH</title><content type='html'>OK OK OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the illusive cord.  And... drum roll please *does it on foot* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the shots my willing model-form and a wig helped me in my quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shall share some of my favorite of my shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SoCTdwJe72I/AAAAAAAAAHM/jZdNSE4LwTQ/s1600-h/DSCF0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SoCTdwJe72I/AAAAAAAAAHM/jZdNSE4LwTQ/s320/DSCF0063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368452895175798626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SoCTdq3pB9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Y9cAYeJ8QkU/s1600-h/DSCF0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SoCTdq3pB9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Y9cAYeJ8QkU/s320/DSCF0055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368452893758785490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SoCTcxZHUhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/JwYJrAnUtvo/s1600-h/DSCF0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SoCTcxZHUhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/JwYJrAnUtvo/s320/DSCF0060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368452878329926162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SoCTcsRF7aI/AAAAAAAAAG0/h-QgK5F0lpE/s1600-h/DSCF0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SoCTcsRF7aI/AAAAAAAAAG0/h-QgK5F0lpE/s320/DSCF0032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368452876954103202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SoCRj4zi2sI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1lyInAr5pxU/s1600-h/DSCF0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SoCRj4zi2sI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1lyInAr5pxU/s320/DSCF0024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368450801555659458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SoCRjerXZYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dF5OtMGJhkI/s1600-h/DSCF0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SoCRjerXZYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dF5OtMGJhkI/s320/DSCF0018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368450794542032258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SoCRjCFSADI/AAAAAAAAAF0/CE13gNmxmHM/s1600-h/DSCF0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SoCRjCFSADI/AAAAAAAAAF0/CE13gNmxmHM/s320/DSCF0013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368450786866102322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SoCRiyWq1BI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zwUveNnGCHg/s1600-h/DSCF0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SoCRiyWq1BI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zwUveNnGCHg/s320/DSCF0006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368450782644065298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SoCRiY6h9JI/AAAAAAAAAFk/F6hsbRMyhLE/s1600-h/DSCF0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SoCRiY6h9JI/AAAAAAAAAFk/F6hsbRMyhLE/s320/DSCF0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368450775815156882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-4501677435617112852?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4501677435617112852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=4501677435617112852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/4501677435617112852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/4501677435617112852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2009/08/ahhhh.html' title='AHHHH'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SoCTdwJe72I/AAAAAAAAAHM/jZdNSE4LwTQ/s72-c/DSCF0063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-8139902249266567425</id><published>2009-08-05T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:52:08.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the news bows</title><content type='html'>ok so i've been showing and letting putting them up every were i'm putting the new ones her. Let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SnpTVzJo3GI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GgDjnXXOf-o/s1600-h/20090805171829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SnpTVzJo3GI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GgDjnXXOf-o/s320/20090805171829.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366693539938360418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SnpTPMDfwVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ot1XfsnaMqs/s1600-h/20090805171755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SnpTPMDfwVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ot1XfsnaMqs/s320/20090805171755.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366693426364399954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SnpTO5X7mjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cF2hzmfD_I4/s1600-h/20090805171725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SnpTO5X7mjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cF2hzmfD_I4/s320/20090805171725.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366693421349837362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SnpTOks3hQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4bIKFx5nId4/s1600-h/20090805171638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SnpTOks3hQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4bIKFx5nId4/s320/20090805171638.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366693415800505602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SnpTOVdtV_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/KDY5FW2vf7U/s1600-h/20090805171608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SnpTOVdtV_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/KDY5FW2vf7U/s320/20090805171608.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366693411710392306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SnpTOLoAwfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Okr8rk6N-A8/s1600-h/20090805171538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SnpTOLoAwfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Okr8rk6N-A8/s320/20090805171538.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366693409069253106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SnpSk4wjpzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WkhXGwPqWZA/s1600-h/20090805171422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SnpR9sCluTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QkanDGHS_e8/s320/20090805170843.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366692026201258290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SnpR4AfEGDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_vGOo74lY2E/s1600-h/20090805170803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SnpR4AfEGDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_vGOo74lY2E/s320/20090805170803.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366691928610183218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SnpRwFOJ0tI/AAAAAAAAADs/fblwiYomm6M/s1600-h/20090805170728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SnpRwFOJ0tI/AAAAAAAAADs/fblwiYomm6M/s320/20090805170728.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366691792442479314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-8139902249266567425?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8139902249266567425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=8139902249266567425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/8139902249266567425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/8139902249266567425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2009/08/news-bows.html' title='the news bows'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SnpTVzJo3GI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GgDjnXXOf-o/s72-c/20090805171829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-5272146965581685521</id><published>2009-08-04T20:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:02:05.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>It feels weird kinda having a passion for somehting agian. And its not like its all that odd but it feels nice to really be into making my bows. I got home from work tonight and sat pretty much right at my desk and started to work a bunch of ideas running in my head. I'm trying to limit how many I make a night because of the fact I will be posting them to etsy and I don't need a million things up,,, not yet at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a burn on my left thumb from working on my bows last night. I'm debating with y 7:30 wake up call tomorrow to just stay up all night and work taking pitures and then come home and just pass out. But I know me I will get sleepy at 4 lay down and bitch about 4 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticd the ick under my nail... and i need to find that damn camera cord and a nice model for my bows. I was friends with a few that would have let me take there picture but i think i'm just going to use George and put a wig on shim. I have a few in my trunk still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm any other news... nothing really &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post photos of the 4 newest things soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-April&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-5272146965581685521?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5272146965581685521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=5272146965581685521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/5272146965581685521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/5272146965581685521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2009/08/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-289987634230919721</id><published>2009-08-03T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:31:19.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on my Etsy products</title><content type='html'>So what have i beenup to... well this kinda sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/289987634230919721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=289987634230919721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/289987634230919721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/289987634230919721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2009/08/working-on-my-etsy-products.html' title='Working on my Etsy products'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-7933478094104107257</id><published>2009-07-23T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:47:16.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plan B'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hearses'/><title type='text'>I'm Starting To Think</title><content type='html'>That I'm wishy washy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I want. I want out of NJ and to be in California. How to get there on a cashier's buget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you really can't. Your always a slave to someone at that point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to not be a slave. well school didn't work out for me. So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan B:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adult enrichment courses. In... Sewing and Patern Making. I realized I like computers I like what they do an all... But I need to actaully work with my hands to be happy. Possably even start singing again? Yes for all of you who don't know (all three readers...) I can sing. Am I great.... no. But alot of people told me at my old job I should try out for idol. I don't think I'm anywere near that good. But a nice little horror punk psychobilly band would be fun. I really think that is where i'm drawn. I love music. Love going to concerts. But I miss horror punk and the things of my youth that helped shape me. I don't think I've grown past that. I'm just in a more mature form. And realizing I can D.I.Y almost anything. I just need a machien and sewing corses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also.... I want my Hearse still. I really do. I want a nice either black (standard) or lime green one(more classic) and I want to ave speical curtains i make in it ( lime green lepord? or striped) and if all goes well I might get me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- April&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-7933478094104107257?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7933478094104107257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=7933478094104107257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/7933478094104107257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/7933478094104107257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-starting-to-think.html' title='I&apos;m Starting To Think'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-6786134132378132481</id><published>2009-05-11T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:25:42.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raw vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KROQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AFI'/><title type='text'>New Rules...LOLZ ahead</title><content type='html'>Ok so I've been reunited with my best friend from childhood. We surpisingly are still similar as we always are and though we had a falling out we fell back into our friendship easily and as if we never fought. That makes me smile and not much has lately. Luckly I've had her and my other best friend to help me though these new times in my life. My father going into the hospital last wee was abit of a strain on me and my whole body has desided it wanted to rebel on me so Ebon is now on  her clense. A month of nothing but Raw Vegan food and water and things actually good for me. Its going to get me back on track and maybe make my vegan ass more healthy. I need that. After seeing my dad in the hospital last week I know I need to really take care of myself there is to much bad shit in my family to not honestly choose to be a good vegan not a junk food vegan. I really want to clean myself out and not have to deal with what my family did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I am going back to school next April. I'm going to LA to the Art Institute there I want to take up video graphics. You know the stuff you see in movies and TV. I love graphic design don't get me wrong but print is becoming less and less. So from now till then I am going to save and search in that area some place i can move a car to buy to get me out there and get rid of alot of my shit cause if i can't put it in my car much like Vanessa said. I don't need to take it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I'm getting my first tat. The certified Vegan Logo. I'm going to get it for being vegan for 5 years in June. Almost half a decade that's a record for me to stick to anything and really still care about it. It really was the best thing I ever did for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I think that today is more of an oldschool AFI day. I keep hearing them on KROQ at all times and now I want to just blast them Rancid and Green Day (Horay I'm 14 again!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Ebon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-6786134132378132481?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6786134132378132481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=6786134132378132481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/6786134132378132481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/6786134132378132481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-ruleslolz-ahead.html' title='New Rules...LOLZ ahead'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-2525431794942203074</id><published>2009-05-05T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:49:58.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Human Brain is a mine feild over here."</title><content type='html'>This is what was said after I was on Love Line last night by Jade Puget. I really feel stupid in some ways but i really needed to ask someone so not involved in anyway at all about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-2525431794942203074?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2525431794942203074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=2525431794942203074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/2525431794942203074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/2525431794942203074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2009/05/human-brain-is-mine-feild-over-here.html' title='&quot;The Human Brain is a mine feild over here.&quot;'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-124574289003195633</id><published>2009-04-07T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:52:53.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't think I'm blogging much anymore. I remeber a time I used to to it alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been thinking of alot of things. One being that i would like to move to an artist colony. Don't ask me why just seems like a good  idea.  Not to sure though I mean I don't know if I'm even good enough for something like that. &lt;br /&gt;Next I was thinking that I should do some instulation art but finding a space and all for it would be hard with out it getting torn down. I need to think of something cause I can't take not doing anything anymore. I have some weird ideas... but not sure if they are profromance art or what....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-124574289003195633?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/124574289003195633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=124574289003195633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/124574289003195633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/124574289003195633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-think-im-blogging-much-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-3254901157013371006</id><published>2009-03-15T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:16:30.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bouncy Fun Times Ahead</title><content type='html'>So last night I was up late but still was to bed by 4. I can keep that up as long as I can sleep in till 10 maybe 11. And you know have two days off a week. I guess someone was listening to me when I wa telling Binks about the want to have a 5 day a week job last night. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I got to work today to find out that Nat is leaving. He quit and this is his last week I was asked what days I could work and I said you can give me what Nat gets and I would be happy. Though I'm really excited maybe I can talk them into another dime an hour or something since they wont have to pay taxes on Nat now... That would be great. Then I can get a new lap top and save to get the fuck out of here. I'll need a car and all, hopefully I would get raped of most of my check from my dad. I can then pay my bills off and they collectors can go to hell and I can be a happy April once more. I'm now looking at doing this maybe a year tops and I should be set. I'm going to keep my student loans on deferment untill I get a higher paying job. I can still get my contacts out and all, work on getting out of here and this is the first step even if I hate this place and the full time wont be much more then what I make a week I'm just fucking happy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &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/751759585692574729-3254901157013371006?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3254901157013371006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=3254901157013371006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/3254901157013371006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/3254901157013371006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2009/03/bouncy-fun-times-ahead.html' title='Bouncy Fun Times Ahead'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-1658980441687826768</id><published>2009-03-02T09:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T09:16:59.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>post from a friend's couch on sunday morning.</title><content type='html'>so today well i found out mid week. mike and tara are officaly getting married. last night the metal group hung out. by the metal group i mean all the metal boys and one groupy metal girl while me and tara sat in a corner smoking and drinking and talking about actual good music. aka. punk. its been so long since i had me a punk rock sister that likes shows. so. guess who are going to rancid. lol that's right me and tara which is good cause last night she asked me to be a bridesmaid. she was saying. "like when i was trying to think of bride's maid's you were the first one i thought of." the intal shock wasn't their cause i had time to think it over since mikey told me first. i told her yes and we started looking at some of her ideas. they want 2011 as their wedding date. so we have time but you still need to start soon to keep it all from mega stress from them. like how they want the reception and all to go. flowers things like that. so oddly excited now about helping her. its just sad cause we get along really well. but never have the time to hang out but we are trying to more now. the concert being one. but yeah rambling blog post after sleeping on the couch at their house. now time pee walk home drop off what's left of my stuff so i have it for later and go to work. yay... hate that place so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-1658980441687826768?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/1658980441687826768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=1658980441687826768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/1658980441687826768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/1658980441687826768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2009/03/post-from-friends-couch-on-sunday.html' title='post from a friend&apos;s couch on sunday morning.'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-7901221498632963990</id><published>2009-01-25T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:39:06.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh god Sisters......</title><content type='html'>Warning. This blog contains my drunken exspoilts so if you are offened please do not read farther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay! So last night to get away from the craziness which is my family I went to Sisters night club in Philly. -m a cheapskate so I went early as to not pay cover. But couldn't stay to dance. Which sucked mored cause I really wanted to. When I got there I ordered a blue moon with two oranges(only way to drink it) and head down stairs to the pool room where I meet a very nice older couple who lets me play with them and two people my age who I team up with. The girl laura looked like a shorter version of shane so I was instantly like tongue dragging on the floor for her but then I realized she was kinda ditzy and after she left with her friend (who was male) my game improved cause I wasn't trying to flirt any more. But still couldn't win any. But that was fine I had fun. And we weren't playing 9 ball so that made it a bit more hard for me. So after that I went back upstairs got another beer this time it was on speical and proceeded to crowd watch till this one woman sat down. Very butch not my type but was nice and I can see myself becoming friends with her if I go more often. About a half hour later of people watching and switching to captian and 7 up I made my way to I've up my seat to sit next to the butch woman and this cute girl who had come in. I asked if I could sit and introduced myself and we all started to talk and laugh. The girl that was more indie cute. Her name was tammy. We started to joke and talk about WoW and exchanged names on there as well as phone numbers. So that was pretty great. My first girl I was intrested in phone number. I feel like I should like put it on a plaque or some thing. Haha. So all and all I had a really good night and got trashed for cheap. Saddly I had to be home early so I couldn't dance. Next time though I'm dancing I really want to. And sorry kup for talking about tits with your husband though I still find it amusing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Ebon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-7901221498632963990?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7901221498632963990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=7901221498632963990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/7901221498632963990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/7901221498632963990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-god-sisters.html' title='Oh god Sisters......'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-3651865772490574301</id><published>2009-01-23T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:39:08.700-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La'/><title type='text'>Change is coming to Ebon</title><content type='html'>So I was out with my grandmother today. As I was pulling home my phone rings. I freak its a number I don't know so I think it might be a call from AFI. But it ended up being better. La Calls me. Needing help with work. So I get to hang out with La. And  I'm making money for helping her put the site up. So Yeah I might not have won but. It looks like I might be going into business with her. Not really might we've been thinking of this high school. So really who knows were this will lead. Hope full someplace well. So wish me luck guys.&lt;br /&gt;-April&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-3651865772490574301?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3651865772490574301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=3651865772490574301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/3651865772490574301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/3651865772490574301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2009/01/change-is-coming-to-ebon.html' title='Change is coming to Ebon'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-2621269588176893292</id><published>2009-01-22T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:16:24.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad post is sad</title><content type='html'>I wasn't one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is some music......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tknZpdIW06k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tknZpdIW06k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uNlwHNrdvrY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uNlwHNrdvrY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for ripping my wings off again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-2621269588176893292?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2621269588176893292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=2621269588176893292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/2621269588176893292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/2621269588176893292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2009/01/sad-post-is-sad.html' title='sad post is sad'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-1576303764204605534</id><published>2009-01-18T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:17:00.443-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flea Markets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Records'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Jokes'/><title type='text'>My Record Collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*NOW OVER 80!!!~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7"inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bouncing Souls/Lucky Stikes Pirates Press Split&lt;br /&gt;Voxtrot-Trouble&lt;br /&gt;Voxtrot-Biggest Fan&lt;br /&gt;AFI-A Fire Inside EP&lt;br /&gt;AFI/Black Fork/Dead and Gone/Screw 32-This Is Berkeley Not West Bay&lt;br /&gt;AFI/Swingin' Utters- Bombing The Bay&lt;br /&gt;Loose Change&lt;br /&gt;Siouxsie And the Banshees-Dazzle&lt;br /&gt;AFI- Girls Not Grey (UK)&lt;br /&gt;AFI- Girls Not Grey(US)&lt;br /&gt;AFI- Love Like Winter (UK)&lt;br /&gt;AFI- 7" DECEMBERUNDERGROUND box set&lt;br /&gt;Gossip/Tracy and the Plastics Split&lt;br /&gt;Loose Change- Lucky Dog EP&lt;br /&gt;Special Forces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10" Inch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punk Fiction&lt;br /&gt;AFI- Miss Murder&lt;br /&gt;AFI- 337&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12" Inch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen Live Killers&lt;br /&gt;Queen-Jazz&lt;br /&gt;Sweeny Todd- Orginal Broadway cast recording&lt;br /&gt;AFI The Art Of Drowning&lt;br /&gt;AFI Black Sails In The Sunset&lt;br /&gt;Sick of it All Life On The Ropes&lt;br /&gt;Billy Rankin-growin' up to fast&lt;br /&gt;Bay City Rollers- Its A Game&lt;br /&gt;Freddie Mercury- Living On My Own&lt;br /&gt;Replicans&lt;br /&gt;Frizzby Fox- Pretty Boys&lt;br /&gt;The Hearbreakers- L.A.M.F.&lt;br /&gt;The Clash- London Calling&lt;br /&gt;Joan Jett- Bad Reputation&lt;br /&gt;The Clash- Give um' enough rope&lt;br /&gt;The Nightmare Before Christmas&lt;br /&gt;David Bowie- The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars&lt;br /&gt;Adam Ant- Friend Or Foe&lt;br /&gt;Pink Flyod- The Wall&lt;br /&gt;The Ramones- Subterranean Jungle&lt;br /&gt;Ramones- Rockets To Russia&lt;br /&gt;The Pogues- If I Should Fall From the Grace of God&lt;br /&gt;Pink Flyod- Dark Side of the Moon&lt;br /&gt;Sex Pistols- We Have Cum For Your Children Wanted; The Goddamn Tapes&lt;br /&gt;Flogging Molly- Swagger&lt;br /&gt;AFI- Sing The Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Sid&amp; Nancy- Love Kills&lt;br /&gt;Japan- All Tomorrows Parties&lt;br /&gt;The Distillers- The Distillers&lt;br /&gt;Buzzcocks- Fast Cars&lt;br /&gt;The Kinks- Kinda Kinks&lt;br /&gt;Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds- Your Funeral My Trial&lt;br /&gt;Lars Fredriksen and the Bastards-Lars Fredriksen and the Bastards&lt;br /&gt;Sick Of It All- Yours Truly&lt;br /&gt;NOFX- The War On Erroism&lt;br /&gt;Gossip- Standing In The Way Of Control&lt;br /&gt;Cheap Trick- Cheap Trick&lt;br /&gt;Janis Joplin- I Got Dem Ol' Kozmic Blues Again Mama!&lt;br /&gt;The Doors- The Soft Parade&lt;br /&gt;Alice Cooper- School's Out&lt;br /&gt;Fleetwood Mac- Tusk&lt;br /&gt;Ringo Starr- Blast FromYour Past&lt;br /&gt;Carney Leon Russell- Carney Leon Russell&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan- Desire&lt;br /&gt;Deep Purple- Burn&lt;br /&gt;Wham!- Make It Big&lt;br /&gt;U2- The Joshua Tree&lt;br /&gt;Cyndi Lauper- She's So  Unusual&lt;br /&gt;Cyndi Lauper- True Colors&lt;br /&gt;Fleetwood Mac- Rumours&lt;br /&gt;Billy Idol- Don't Stop&lt;br /&gt;CheapTrick- @ Buokan&lt;br /&gt;Depeche Mode- Some Great Reward&lt;br /&gt;Joan Jet and the Black Hearts- I love Rock and Roll&lt;br /&gt;Cheech &amp; Chong- Los Cochinos&lt;br /&gt;Steve Nicks- Bella Donna&lt;br /&gt;Volti- Volti&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dyan- Greatest Hits Vol. II&lt;br /&gt;Queen- Sheer Heart Attack&lt;br /&gt;Queen- The Game&lt;br /&gt;Janis Joplin- Pearl&lt;br /&gt;Anti-Flag - The Terror State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final count so far. 82. All sitting on top of my latest record player, (yes I play these all too.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think everyone should own a record player. Its a great talking point to say you know I collect vynl? This can go one of two ways. They become intrested or think your some vegan sexual deviant. *shifts eyes* I'm not trust me but the joke was ther and I am not one to not take the joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've only been working about 4 years on my collection. Maybe 5. I'm notruiously cheap when it comes to records but at the same time will drop 50 bucks on one on ebay if times aren't tight. So my question is. Besides flea marketing it up. Which produces a lot of the classic rock and oldl old school punk and new wave i like. Where is there  a place online besides ebay one can get cheap LP's 10in's and 45's?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-1576303764204605534?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/1576303764204605534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=1576303764204605534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/1576303764204605534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/1576303764204605534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-record-collection.html' title='My Record Collection'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-2027652001546442974</id><published>2009-01-16T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:33:34.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Blood</title><content type='html'>Hey guys I haven't been talking on her much but I thought maybe I should today. If you read and you see. I am in the &lt;a href="http://begintransmission.afireinside.net/watch?v=Fvp_WRFBhlE"&gt;Begin Transmission contest&lt;/a&gt;. I'm honestly more scared then not. I know I say I would be happy for all who win, which I would but... This band has been  my life blood for almost 8 years now. I remember the first video by them I saw in the old VANS skatepark in the &lt;a href="http://www.moorestown-mall.com/"&gt;Moorestown Mall &lt;/a&gt;like it was yesterday. Or the first time &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&amp;friendID=20376861"&gt;Brian &lt;/a&gt;played them for me. When I thougth him putting morning star in his sig on his emails was his way of saying &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SCU1JYmGxcA"&gt;I Love You too April&lt;/a&gt;. Then the fights we had about them in the WAWA when STS came out. I know this band links back to him alot and now that I see him more like a brother, an estranged one at that... I Just... God... It would mean more to meet them at this length and to put my voice with theirs outside of a concert setting. Even more now that I can take my Kup with me if I do win. I think its what I want most is to be able to get Desi on a plane out their with me. Almost like saying thank you for her friendship for being their for me when no one else has. I'm just really scared that I might not win. The comp. is really tight and there are so many amazing videos and so many amazing fans.  I wish everyone luck. I really do. But... I'm also kinda selfish and I want to win. Hell if I do It will give me a reason to &lt;a href="http://www.grouprecipes.com/18400/vegan-chocolate-peanut-butter-cookies.html"&gt;bake&lt;/a&gt; again. Since Smith would be coming to get us. I honestly think I would burst into tears if that happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I needed to get that out there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Ebon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-2027652001546442974?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/2027652001546442974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=2027652001546442974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/2027652001546442974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/2027652001546442974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-blood.html' title='Life Blood'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-4074456661342767210</id><published>2009-01-04T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T08:36:09.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Post.</title><content type='html'>-Never playing cirle of death again... (till we play it again atleast)&lt;br /&gt;-Captain and Lemon Lime soda is fucking amazing. (tastes like cream soda that makes me happy)&lt;br /&gt;-Early mornings are when I always end up talking about crazy shit.&lt;br /&gt;-People shouldn't introduce me to angry bull-dyke lesbians. They tend to turn me off. Not on. But her sister was cute. To bad she was 16.&lt;br /&gt;-People need to take life less serious. Its just out to have fun. Not ruin your day.&lt;br /&gt;-Frank's guitar case needs to die. &lt;br /&gt;-As does AJ's Bass drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that I've been seeing the M.O.G. alot. I mean more then usual. But what does it all mean. As Jack would say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-4074456661342767210?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4074456661342767210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=4074456661342767210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/4074456661342767210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/4074456661342767210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-post.html' title='New Years Post.'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-8204920100272829022</id><published>2008-12-29T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:36:15.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year.</title><content type='html'>Ok. This is going to be the sister post to the one below. So if your not intrested just stop reading now. I am going to say here and now. Me putting how I felt that night here. Wasn't the smartest thing I have ever done. But I tend to not think when I come on here to post. This is my sounding broad. Alot of people forget I don't tell everyone everything. And up until I was questioned by about 4 people on what happened that night with that situation. I was fine with it. I was having it repeated that took me to a new level of aggervation. If this offends people. I'm sorry. But I shouldn't have to appolgize for how I feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone sees things from the outside. Or from my way. I get that. But. If it was the other way and it was my dad just not doing something for the oldest there. She would have gotten on him. And I know you would have felt snubbed and hurt. Now that I've had about a week to mull it over. I know why and I understand. But the first shocks of it. It did hurt. But unlike most. I can put off thinking about things till I can relax and honestly think about it.  I truely for a week asked my self what did i do to piss her off till i came to the conclusion. That I'm 23 and I just at this point shouldn't exspect something for christmas. Its just a sunden change. With pretty much no warning. That's why the emotion on it was intense. That's why I said what I said. End of story. I've said my sorry and given you the why's if you can't respect me now. That's fine. I've honestly lived through worst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a role model or someone people look up to. But. That's not my choice because of where I was born and always told. April you can't act that way. All the younger ones look up to you. If they see you do it. They will think its ok... ect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me reitorate this. This is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ound broad for whatever&lt;/span&gt;. If I'm happy its happy. If I'm upset. Again you get what you get the post below. But I'm not going to keep dredgeing this up. What's done is done. Can't take it back and I wont take back typing it because it helped me get my fustration out. end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-April&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-8204920100272829022?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/8204920100272829022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=8204920100272829022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/8204920100272829022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/8204920100272829022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year.'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-3532170784039042132</id><published>2008-12-24T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T19:54:58.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Chirstmas.</title><content type='html'>Yeah FUCK THIS YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun but god, I feel this happy mask cracking. HOW THE FUCK! Do you get a dog a gormet dog treat. BUT your neice. You completely forgt her. But no lets get your youngest niece, her dog, grandma, your sister and her husband, as well as my father something... but not me. Forget me. Its what you do best. I'm not pretty like the others... I'm not perfect like your anerxic children. I never will be. I'm nothing, I'm shit under your shoe. You've always looked down on me. I know it. I'm not stupid. But why should I expect something from anyone in this family anymore. These people... I was born into. My friends I've choosen here... Always let me down. And to top this all off. I have to work tomorrow. 12 to 10 possably 12 to 7 if aj doesn't forget to come in. Then I can wallow in self missery for a day. I'm just glad that bitch. No that isn't fair... She' my aunt and I love her. That woman. Can have a merry christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/3&lt;br /&gt;-April&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-3532170784039042132?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3532170784039042132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=3532170784039042132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/3532170784039042132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/3532170784039042132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-chirstmas.html' title='Merry Chirstmas.'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-3200106662034284692</id><published>2008-12-23T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:53:51.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates...</title><content type='html'>So today i walked away from Walish Gooshe. I'm not sad or even upset. But I did notice. As soon as i looked at myself in the mirror after leaving everything seemed just brighter. My eyes smile all of it. So I must have done something right to actually be almost as glowly as one of thoughs Twilight Vamps. (jk i can't stand that book series. HARRY POTTER all the way!) I'm going to now have the time to work on my AFI vid for the contest and possably do a good job? lol ok its late i have work then family tomorrow. Then.. well then work again. I might hate jacks but at least its a check and I'm not paying to go out of my way for no pay. I will miss all my new co worker friends I've made. But I know I will see them again ( Still owe Kathrine for the room i forgot to give her the money before i left i had it and forgot like a stunade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well heading to bed Happy Holidays guys. Next Time I will be bringing drag queen joker with me for the viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-April&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-3200106662034284692?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3200106662034284692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=3200106662034284692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/3200106662034284692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/3200106662034284692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2008/12/updates.html' title='Updates...'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-1462028734447211077</id><published>2008-12-20T21:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:31:35.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So.... Trying to get in the holiday mood... but it seem this years its going to be more of a emo song version of christmas... yule, whatever.  So in the spirt of the season I bring a song. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eXWbf-f-0qI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eXWbf-f-0qI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-1462028734447211077?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/1462028734447211077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=1462028734447211077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/1462028734447211077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/1462028734447211077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2008/12/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-6872367683674631850</id><published>2008-12-15T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:32:43.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't fucking believe this shit.</title><content type='html'>why the hell would you do that. honestly..... fucking dumb ass people.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(if you don't know its best you don't if you really want to know what this is about contact and i will tell you.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-6872367683674631850?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/6872367683674631850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=6872367683674631850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/6872367683674631850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/6872367683674631850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-fucking-believe-this-shit.html' title='i can&apos;t fucking believe this shit.'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-5681165335158639178</id><published>2008-12-10T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:06:14.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really thinking...</title><content type='html'>I don't think I want a  job with Walish Goohse. But some good things have happened from it. I might be getting a job with a girl i'm interning with to work on her magizine. At least the logo. I've made some great contacts and new friends so its not a bad thing. BUT Greg is an idiot with no idea on how to run his bussiness. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its basicly AJ in a diffrent ethnicity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I'm sick, I'm tried and stupid fucking people call me to talk about stupid fucking things. I really could care less about. About people who hold no sway in my life anymore really. They left our lives and they don't want to admit it. That isn't my fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just... I think I'm over alot of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-5681165335158639178?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5681165335158639178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=5681165335158639178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/5681165335158639178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/5681165335158639178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2008/12/really-thinking.html' title='Really thinking...'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-1551034046671988039</id><published>2008-11-12T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:12:39.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been 5 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SRs4iuhMHBI/AAAAAAAAADA/z0sq9JU7Z6I/s1600-h/stories2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SRs4iuhMHBI/AAAAAAAAADA/z0sq9JU7Z6I/s320/stories2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267866358393871378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long has it been since I have talked to you all. What all 3 of my readers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we have a new man in office now. Very excited and I can't wait to see all the good things he does for the country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news I am working now (besides on the EW shirt line) As an inter at Walish Gooshe. I'm doing all there graphics and print stuff as well as some of there web things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I give you this my latest web blast for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-1551034046671988039?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/1551034046671988039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=1551034046671988039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/1551034046671988039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/1551034046671988039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been-5-years.html' title='Its been 5 years'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SRs4iuhMHBI/AAAAAAAAADA/z0sq9JU7Z6I/s72-c/stories2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-5828373834734975696</id><published>2008-09-05T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T16:55:07.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some where out there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So in a few months I will be relocating my base of operations.  (I'm moving to my mothers till I can save enought to move to LA) I have my five year plan set and I'm working on my teeshirt and broads label. I need to find places that do totes and things like colored ones cause i have some ideas and I really am working at them. I have more time to then when I was in school. The main idea behind EW(EbonWings) is to make where your at where you want to be. If you want to be in LA but live in Alaska well then sceen up your hair and throw on some bright colors. The polar bears will love it. As will the ultra conserivative in office there. If you want to be a Tokyo Pop star but you live in NJ well sweetie you just better know what your doing. I want people to love themselves and where they want to be plus make where they are  a happy place for them. So that is why I'm intorducing my EbonWings Line, Ebon Wings is my online persona that many know me by. She is me just a diffrent name and I'm glad people love her and now I want to share some of her love, influance and style with every one. As of right now till i can find a better place my Designs are on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/ebonwings"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Zazzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Prices are kept so that mostly everyone can afford them. I hope you like them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;EW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-5828373834734975696?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5828373834734975696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=5828373834734975696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/5828373834734975696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/5828373834734975696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-where-out-there.html' title='Some where out there.'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-3124042550543142813</id><published>2008-08-13T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:08:27.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>R.I.P Mr. Finn&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've made my life here on this planet better with the music you helped get to my ears. May the angels you now show how  to sing be just as beautiful if not more so then what you've done here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll be greatly missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-3124042550543142813?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/3124042550543142813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=3124042550543142813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/3124042550543142813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/3124042550543142813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2008/08/r.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-5398051191251611705</id><published>2008-08-06T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T19:39:17.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So.... I'm updating on the works I shared recently and also adding a new on into the mix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also if anyone is interested in my works I have them for sale I have on &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6113098"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SJpfiy7nFhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BRUMT4zkGMQ/s1600-h/2738672093_17ceb4a0b7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SJpfiy7nFhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BRUMT4zkGMQ/s320/2738672093_17ceb4a0b7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231598968536241682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SJpfiyn7KqI/AAAAAAAAACA/sOKDz9PcFtU/s1600-h/2738691645_72bfcb4429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SJpfiyn7KqI/AAAAAAAAACA/sOKDz9PcFtU/s320/2738691645_72bfcb4429.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231598968453671586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SJpfi5JGPpI/AAAAAAAAACI/R69V1T69Hdo/s1600-h/2738676899_79845fd51c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SJpfi5JGPpI/AAAAAAAAACI/R69V1T69Hdo/s320/2738676899_79845fd51c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231598970203422354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-5398051191251611705?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5398051191251611705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=5398051191251611705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/5398051191251611705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/5398051191251611705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2008/08/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SJpfiy7nFhI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BRUMT4zkGMQ/s72-c/2738672093_17ceb4a0b7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-5902988562167223198</id><published>2008-08-03T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T08:57:38.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Like A Dog Chasing Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So let me tell you about my adventures yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I called a few people yesterday to see if they wanted to go after the event gallery hopping with me. No answers, but no worries I loved it anyway. An I can see the appeal that Durkee was talking about. I defiantly got inspired more walking around there. Talked to a few gallery owner. Not about getting my stuff in. But more in general to get to know what to expect if i were to try. I know I'm not ready for a show like toughs yet. But Soon. I need more work to show. More of a roundness to my work. I have my early things and my things now and though you can tell the same artist did them. You can tell I've grown more comfortable with the canvas. I walked around though in the different shops and galleries from 2 till about 6 down there. It was all and all a nice day out. Though I was ecstatic when I went in the art store down there. I could have spent so much in there but restrained myself (that's easy to do when you only have 27 bucks to spend.) But when I found that they had wooden canvases. I about spazzed in the store. I got my self two and one is already painted on. (The square 6 X 6 bellow) I'm just glad It was all in all a good day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Plus all my exspairimenting has me excited. I know I'm on the road to something great in what I'm doing. An with the invites to a few gallery parties next first friday. I'm excited because I know if I get good in with these guys I could possably be invited to show in their galleries. Some of them are Insane to. It would just be a dream come true to show in them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tL9QKzxFbwQ"&gt;Oh and BTW this song gives me chills.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-5902988562167223198?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/5902988562167223198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=5902988562167223198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/5902988562167223198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/5902988562167223198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-like-dog-chasing-cars.html' title='I&apos;m Like A Dog Chasing Cars'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-1670054085439792269</id><published>2008-08-02T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:01:04.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>paint by numbers</title><content type='html'>Were created by the devil. So please enjoy some non paint by number art.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of these are WIP's but yeah wanted to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SJVXVxDOxNI/AAAAAAAAABY/IEFzKi5Z3Fk/s320/DSCF0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230182573716456658" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SJVXWNYBA3I/AAAAAAAAABg/Ml4tRZFQGFw/s320/DSCF0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230182581319828338" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SJVXWr0cyHI/AAAAAAAAABo/D6eTXVlhpn0/s320/DSCF0007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230182589492152434" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SJVXWy2PQMI/AAAAAAAAABw/nQNwkNABmRQ/s320/DSCF0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230182591378702530" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and so you know. I did paint the flag that way. No I didn't turn it over. I wanted to do it like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-1670054085439792269?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/1670054085439792269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=1670054085439792269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/1670054085439792269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/1670054085439792269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2008/08/paint-by-numbers.html' title='paint by numbers'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/SJVXVxDOxNI/AAAAAAAAABY/IEFzKi5Z3Fk/s72-c/DSCF0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-7512400355592941557</id><published>2008-06-20T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T07:45:25.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT took so long for this to die...</title><content type='html'>So as I sit here and wait for Amanda to take me to BCC so i can start all this fun stuff. I'm worried. Not that this is new. But in my gut I can feel it rebelling already. Not a fan of the feeling. Period. What is this lady going to tell me. Am I going to be labeled some crazy art student with no actual future? Am I going to be retrained into something horrible, Will my work suffer for it?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean in the past two years I've finally broke out of my shell.... I don't want to go back in. I'll like it outside of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news. Went out with Amanda last night to Barns and Noble. Ran into Mr. Dillion (crazy christian teacher who isn't a bad guy just a little nutty). Told him about the job search and my worry about why my degree says and that I'm not the only one. And if our meeting couldn't get any weirder. His wife was there. Daisy is a very sweet lady but its weird to know you own something a teacher drew of his future wife. Then to top that off he found me in the Mediphisycal book section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not embarrassed by what I am by no stretch of the imagination. But the fact that the gay and lesbian section is right next to it and two men were over looking the ultimate gay sex guide together in the same isle kinda made me a be uncomfortable around him. I really wanted to look up a new herbal book but ended up talking to him for 20 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over all not a bad thing, but that's all for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess wish me luck guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-7512400355592941557?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/7512400355592941557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=7512400355592941557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/7512400355592941557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/7512400355592941557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-took-so-long-for-this-to-die.html' title='IT took so long for this to die...'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-751759585692574729.post-4104314131580493304</id><published>2008-06-08T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:12:00.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='od'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what the fuck to do'/><title type='text'>UGH!!!!</title><content type='html'>OK so for some reason Blogger ate my old account I can still see and click on everything but can't fucking log into it. I know its not cause I haven't used it. Fucking Blogger....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what's going on you all might be asking. Well in the past month I've graduated school came into a small sum of money and spent most of it on bills. Been bullied by my dad to get a job. (only two weeks out of school and still looking really hard and really trying to get to LA.) Have went with Lily to NYC for some much needed girl time and RnR (So want to go to strawberry fields next time I'm there.) Had a cousin OD. Three anxiety attacks and sold my first piece of art to some one. Over all pretty busy. But I like that in a month. Makes it go by in a nicer fashion. Though now I'm scared to death about what I'm to do with my life.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow what an update huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ceea0023fd6cd4fc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dceea0023fd6cd4fc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330189172%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65177B2D7079BEDEC03624FD1FD1932212FB9062.66F13A506CD6107DD43B6113078FA80D243E6044%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dceea0023fd6cd4fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4wfxF6AqF0hWy3ir7VkJViEKFPQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dceea0023fd6cd4fc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330189172%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65177B2D7079BEDEC03624FD1FD1932212FB9062.66F13A506CD6107DD43B6113078FA80D243E6044%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dceea0023fd6cd4fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4wfxF6AqF0hWy3ir7VkJViEKFPQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/751759585692574729-4104314131580493304?l=dottedinhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/4104314131580493304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=751759585692574729&amp;postID=4104314131580493304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/4104314131580493304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/751759585692574729/posts/default/4104314131580493304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottedinhearts.blogspot.com/2008/06/ugh.html' title='UGH!!!!'/><author><name>Ebon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14718362704704665712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZEOaEg4E9Q/TTR1CTvGuVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WTsHWEKhA0o/S220/1294358998719.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
