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  <title>Was that your eye I just splooged in?</title>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 Mar 2009 20:03:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My Bail Is $620</title>
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  <description>This is HILARIOUS! Just read the &apos;offense&apos; and if you&apos;ve done it, you owe that fine. Keep going until you&apos;ve read each &apos;offense&apos; and added up your total fine. Title your bulletin &apos;My Bail is $........&apos; You don&apos;t&lt;br /&gt;have to confess your answers, just the amount of your fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Smoked pot -- $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ever got drunk at work, or went to work while still drunk --$50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Cheated on your significant other -- $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Been in love with two people or more at the same time -- $50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Said you love someone but didn&apos;t mean it -- $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Went streaking -- $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Went streaking in broad daylight -- $15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Kissed a co-worker-- $ 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Kissed your boss --$50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Been arrested -- $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Spent time in jail -- $15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Peed in the pool -- $0.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Played spin the bottle -- $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Done something you regret -- $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Slept with your best friend -- $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Been in love with a stripper -- $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Went skinny dipping -- $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Been slapped-- $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Slapped someone-- $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Beat up someone -- $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Been jumped -- $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Ever had sex at church -- $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Dated someone you met on My Space -- $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Cheated on test -- $50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Vandalized something -- $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Slept with someone in your parents&apos; bed -- $100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Crossed dressed -- $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Given money to stripper -- $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Flirted with an officer to get out of a ticket-- $30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Been in love with a stripper -- $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Kissed some one who&apos;s name you didn&apos;t know --$10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Hit on some one of the same sex while at work-- $15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Ever drive drunk -- $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Used toys while having sex -- $30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Got drunk, passed out and don&apos;t remember the night before -- $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Had sex in a pool -- $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Masturbated -- $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Cheated on your significant other with their relative or close friend --$20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Done oral -- $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) Got oral -- $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Done / got oral in a car while it was moving-- $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) Woke up in the morning and did not know the person who was next to you-- $40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) Stole something -- $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) Slept with someone who has been in jail -- $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) Made a dirty home video -- $15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) Plan on making a dirty home video in the near future --$30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Had a threesome -- $50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) Had sex in a public place-- $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) Been in the same room while someone was having sex -- $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) Stole something worth over more than a hundred dollars --$20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) Had sex with someone 10 years older -- $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) Kissed a teacher while you were still a student--$25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) Lied to your mate -- $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) Lied to your mate about the sex being good -- $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK , now tally up your answers, then, copy paste this into your own note. Tag all of the people you want to take the test...... In the subject line put: &quot;My Bail Is... (your total).&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 16 Dec 2008 14:47:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The challenges of being a gay man (or why I&apos;ll never date)</title>
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  <description>Let&apos;s say that you had a normal childhood.  You weren&apos;t pummeled because you saw a guy naked in the shower and got a woody.  You had a best friend and you did &quot;things&quot; together, exploring and discovering.  Let&apos;s say that you still remained friends with this best friend after things went sticky.  Your church never ostracized you or gays in general.  You had people you could look up to, male role models. Saw lots of gay men in committed relationships.  Well, you start dating.  You have your shares of ups and downs (both literally and figuratively).  You work really hard and put yourself out there, trying desperately to find someone who you can be yourself with, someone who understands you, you can talk to about anything, you share the same direction in life, values and goals.  You are attracted to him, he&apos;s attracted to you.  You both decide that you want to date exclusively, and the sex is phenomenal.  You just meld so well together.  He is exactly the same percentage top to your bottom and vice versa.  Both of you really want to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you wake up.  And you realize that men don&apos;t fit that mold. You didn&apos;t have a normal childhood.  You got the crap beaten out of you for having those urges.  The church preached against you almost weekly.  And you learned to hide your feelings.  Then you want to start building a life with someone, when you are ready to start putting yourself out there and date someone, you can&apos;t get out of the hiding your feelings mode.  You learn disappointment and heartache and fear and pain.  Guys you are attracted to are not attracted back to you and vice versa. Guys are just on-line looking for their next sexual conquest, not really wanting an emotional connection with another person because it&apos;s just easier to keep hiding those feelings, those emotions.  There are every kind of pairings out there, from just a one time hookup and he never speaks to you again, to swingers and orgy goers, men in the infancy of the gay coming out cycle and at all age ranges in between, some still in the closet, some married and wanting a man to fulfill their needs like a woman can&apos;t or won&apos;t and forever sneaking around.  Let&apos;s say they are gay and out.  They are the biggest, queeniest bitches on the planet.  They could want a fuck buddy, maybe they want to be the piggy bottom in a gang rape every night.  Which brings in the fears of catching a disease, especially since every guy either openly seeks a bareback situation or they say they are safe and then goes in without a condom. Besides the sexual past, present and future then you have to deal with gay men being uncommunicative, trying every form of drugs, booze and sexual vice that man has come up with and on top of that Minnesota is the land of 10,000 bottoms.  If you have any tendency towards bottom it&apos;s like waiting in line to return something the day after Christmas.  Sexually it&apos;s hard to find someone who is the same percentage of top to bottom just in a mirror image and there are exclusive bottoms (and one or two exclusive tops) and if you click with someone sexually, you don&apos;t emotionally or you find out that they are stringing on 12 other guys and lying about being with any of them.  Not returning your calls, only calling when they are horny and your rotation is called.  They could be everything you are looking for, but are not ready to be in a relationship at the same time as you.  You are ready to say I love you, and they want a fuck buddy, or you want a fuck buddy and they are clinging to you like some sort of leach.  And if you do find someone who is sexually, emotionally and maturity level on the same playing field as you, within 6 months to a year they get bored and cheat on you or break up with you because not all their petty needs are being fulfilled.  It&apos;s a lovely situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women have it easy.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 13:28:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Relationships</title>
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  <description>Why are some people, who are complete asshats, dating all the time? What makes them so popular that they can go from man to man, even though they treat their partners like trash, and throw them away so freaking often, When others, who are truely sweet people, can&apos;t find a date at all?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there some gene that I&apos;m missing?  I&apos;m a nice guy. Good looking.  Lacking confidence.  Is that the reason?  Is it just confidence?  The ability to ask a guy out?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too much to ask to date someone who you like as much as they like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m rambling.... I don&apos;t even know what direction this post is going in.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 18:48:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>He&apos;s back.</title>
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  <description>He&apos;s back, and hornier than ever.  At least that&apos;s what my dreams are telling me.  Something about a late night stop at a public restroom.  I was walking because my car broke down and I picked up a large butcher knife.  I was upset because the guy who was suppose to be following me (in his white VW bug convertible (huh?)) got separated by traffic and I didn&apos;t know where we were going.  And somewhere along the line my car broke down.  I was walking down a deserted wind ridden stretch of roadway when I came across a public rest stop.  I used the large knife I picked up to try and pick the lock and when I got inside there were three guys in there. One standing at the other urinal, one behind this metal stairway that went up to the roof and one in the stall.  I went up to the urinal and put the knife along side and unzipped and heard the unmistakable sounds of the guys behind me masturbating.... I looked behind and they were really going at it.  I dropped to my knees and.....&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;Woke up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fucking horny that I couldn&apos;t sleep.  And I couldn&apos;t even call the line for a quick get together because my phone went dead.  Sigh.... picture of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day everybody.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 22 Jun 2007 19:38:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Str8 boyz</title>
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  <description>Straight boys who know I&apos;m gay and who know I think they are cute should not smile at me THAT way.  Arrrgggghhhhh!!!!!!  Talk about sexual frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I decided I can never be a high school teacher.  I&apos;d be arrested FOR SURE.  Some yummy summer interns.  YIKES!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2007 18:14:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Sex Dreams</title>
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  <description>OK.  I&apos;m official a weirdo.  Once again I had a sex dream.... This time it wasn&apos;t even me in it.  I was Allan from 2 1/2 men and was being seduced by my...um his... ex-wife.  And I woke up arroused.  What&apos;s up with that?  First,  I&apos;m gay.  I&apos;m pretty sure that I&apos;m gay.  OK it has been 9 months since my last encounter, but I thought I was still gay.  Why am I being turned on by a woman?   Does this mean I&apos;m Bi?  Am I going to end up being straight?  I mean, I&apos;d definately have better chances.  Women tend to look past the body.  Men... not so much.  Should I wake up screaming from now on?  Am I suddenly going to get a hankering to have a beer?  Should I be concerned that I have these feelings?  Should I be looking into a female companion?  Man... I need psychotherapy.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2007 14:16:28 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>What is up with all the sex dreams I&apos;ve been having lately about my ex-friends husbands?  It&apos;s unnerving!  I haven&apos;t even really thought about them in over a year.  And why am I lusting after guys both unavailable and uninterested, and not moving on to guys who might possibly be gay and single?</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 18 Jan 2007 14:10:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Banking and such</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;padding:16px;border:4px double #fff;text-align:center;background:#ada;color:#000&quot;&gt;In 2007, &lt;img src=&quot;http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&quot; height=&quot;17&quot; width=&quot;17&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://crispan.livejournal.com&quot;&gt;crispan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; resolves to...&lt;div style=&quot;background:#fff; margin:8px 8px 16px 8px; padding:8px; color:#000; border:#ada double 4px&quot;&gt;Take &lt;img src=&quot;http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&quot; height=&quot;17&quot; width=&quot;17&quot;&gt;&lt;b class=&quot;lj&quot;&gt;syz&lt;/b&gt; singing.&lt;br&gt;Go to the dvd&apos;s every month.&lt;br&gt;Apply for a new piano.&lt;br&gt;Pay for my cd&apos;s on time.&lt;br&gt;Put fifty boys a month into my savings account.&lt;br&gt;Buy new plants.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form action=&quot;http://thesurrealist.co.uk/newyear&quot; method=&quot;get&quot;&gt;Get your own &lt;a href=&quot;http://thesurrealist.co.uk/newyear&quot;&gt;New Year&apos;s Resolutions&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;input type=&quot;text&quot; name=&quot;user&quot; style=&quot;background: #fff url(&amp;#39;http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&amp;#39;) no-repeat scroll 0px 1px; padding-left: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;submit&quot; value=&quot;Generate&quot;&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a Savings plan like that I&apos;d become more interested in the Banking process.  I&apos;d even like to take out, deposit in, and withdrawal (occasionally) from my account.  Gives a new meaning to hard assets.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 12 Dec 2006 19:10:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So.... I&apos;ve been messed up for quite a while.  I finally get the courage to go see a psychologist to help me work through my issues and I say I&apos;m not sure where to start.  He says it sounds like you are not ready to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he dumped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet another person in my life who doesn&apos;t want to help me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 08 Nov 2006 14:22:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Election</title>
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  <description>Well another election has gone by and once again it&apos;s really nice to know that another three whole states hate my guts and think of me as a second class citizen, one of them as close as 35 miles away.  I learned last night that Wisconsin adopted the marriage amendment, but wait, it&apos;s better than that.  They even will not recognize civil unions and never will...  I think they should run a tv ad that shows a gay man getting onto a bus and having everyone scorn him, telling him to move to the back of the bus, that they don&apos;t want his kind there, and he looks into the camera with a tear in his tormented eyes and says &quot;Discrimination hurts&quot; and then the narrator can come on and say &quot;Don&apos;t let discrimination be written into our constitution, vote no on the marrage amendment&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like anyone choses to be gay.  &quot;Yes, I want to be laughed at, yelled epitaths at, have my home vandalized, my friends all quit associating with me, my parents think I&apos;m an abomination in Gods eyes, not to be able to ever have biological kids or marry or have a normal life with normal neighbors, go to church, be a baseball coach for my kids little legue, told I&apos;m going to hell, that I&apos;m a pediphile because I want to help kids excel at something, called a pervert, spit at, have to stop holding hands because a car full of Mexican guys shout derrogatory remarks out of the window.&quot;  Yes, this is a lifestyle I want.  This will make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only choice you make is are you going to accept it, or are you going to keep lying and possibly commit suicide down the line because you can never be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, and they wonder why gay teens are 30% more likely to commit suicide (and that&apos;s just the ones who admit they are gay) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a world where your sexual orientation doesn&apos;t matter to anyone.  Hmmm, sounds kind of like utopia.  Well, at least a step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 03 Nov 2006 14:06:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>And the news just keeps getting better and better (sarcasm).  Not only do we have to listen to political campaign ads 24x&apos;s an hour, with everybody lying about everybody else, not only do we have to listen about this former president campaigning for so and so, or that joke of a president campaigning for so and so, pro-life activists try to take away others freedom in South Dakota, a bad senator have a 3 year relationship with a male prostitute (hurting the gay cause), government getting more and more controlling and taking away more and more civil freedoms.  People turn to the government thinking it&apos;s the end all be all in authority figures and so the government gets to decide all the shots.  When they impeached Clinton over something that should have been between just his wife and his mistress, but suddenly it was &quot;We don&apos;t want an immoral president&quot; so we get daddy to seal past records so you can&apos;t see how badly he fucked up Texas when he was governor.  And morals become the main issue of the election.  I&apos;m sorry but personal morals should not be the reason to elect someone, just like the person elected should not be allowed to represent a select few or push their own adjenda.  They were elected to represent ALL the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have corporations stealing peoples condifidential information and selling it to the highest bidder more than a year after visiting Chicago hotels, we have corporations printing out how much money it would take to buy off workers if they were killed because the corporation took short cuts on safety issues, and we have the United States Government putting up detailed instructions on how to build a neucler weapon and weapons of mass destruction on the internet for anyone to see.  Millions of persons social security numbers and personal information stolen from laptops, and the world slipping back into the dark ages with fear and greed being the motivating factors on how it is run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m tempted to just move to Canada. eh?</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 21 Aug 2006 13:09:07 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Well Kiddies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m afraid I&apos;m down in the dumps again.... I just found out ANOTHER friend is moving away. To Florida this time.  I&apos;m his MN confidant.  He tells me all about his sorted affairs and I listen.  But last night he dropped a bomb shell.  Plus he was giving out mixed signals like he wanted more from me since he was leaving soon.  I just didn&apos;t know what to do so I did nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn&apos;t be depressed.  It&apos;s a good move for him.  He&apos;s divorcing his wife and &quot;Possible&quot; marrying another in Florida - Don&apos;t ask.  And will be possibly set up with a ready made family of German descent.  The kids only speak German, and he knows nothing of German.  His native tongue is Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should look at this as an opportunity.  An opportunity to go to West Palm Beach and see him.  Of course, since I&apos;m not the world traveler that he is.... Still, maybe I will be.  I need to get divorced from my house.  Or at least start seeing other houses.  All I seem to do is work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Aug 2006 13:07:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Another Gay Movie.</title>
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  <description>I went to the Lagoon Theater last night celebrating a friends birthday.  We say the movie &quot;Another Gay Movie&quot;.  I have to say it was hilarious!  The crowd was almost exclusively gay men, cute, young, and invariably coupled.  Still, several groups could be heard saying that they&apos;ve seen it X number of times and want to go again.  It was definately worth it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to this Desert bar just down the street and had meal priced slices of desert.  Still, it was very delicious.  And I enjoyed the company of the man I was with.  So all in all a great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that&apos;s why today had to start off lousy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eehhh.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Aug 2006 13:03:52 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Morning Journal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it&apos;s ME!!!!!  Haven&apos;t heard from me in a loooooonnnnnggggggg time have you?   Well, I&apos;m back.  And I promise it to be a better experience than last time :) That is if I can remember the new password... So bothersome having to have passwords for everything under the sun.... And different rules for it from every provider... Must be 5 digits long, must be 10 and include at lest 2 numerical... Must be the name of your favorite Flaminco dancer and the size of his dick.... Oops.  Maybe I just gave away my password... hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, you&apos;ll here a lot more from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonks!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2006 16:41:06 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Place an X by all the things you&apos;ve done, or remove the x from the ones &lt;br /&gt;you have not, and send it to all of your friends (including me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Smoked a cigarette &lt;br /&gt;        (I was 13, found a pack of my dad&apos;s and smoked it until he caught me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Drank so much you threw up  &lt;br /&gt;         (The night I decided to tell my girlfriend that I was gay) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Crashed a friend&apos;s car &lt;br /&gt;         (I only got rear ended, but it was my brother&apos;s car)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Stolen a car &lt;br /&gt;         (I called it borrowing, but it was my brother&apos;s next car and I was only moving it... Yeah, up to the store and back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been in love&lt;br /&gt;         (Only once, but had the start of number two once)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been dumped &lt;br /&gt;         (I don&apos;t remember how many, but there were only 3 that really hurt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;         (Candy when I was a kid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been laid off/fired &lt;br /&gt;         (Fired the same day I quit at Target - 1st job)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Quit your job&lt;br /&gt;         (Yeah, 5 times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Snuck out of your parent&apos;s house&lt;br /&gt;          (I don&apos;t remember specifics, but I know I&apos;ve done it)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(x) Had feelings for someone who didn&apos;t have them back&lt;br /&gt;          (Seems to be the story of my life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been arrested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;           (Yeppers, phone line dating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;           (Seems to happen at some point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Skipped school&lt;br /&gt;            (Does College Count?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Seen someone die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;             (You Bet cha, Ay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;              (Want to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;               (Many times) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been lost&lt;br /&gt;            (Can&apos;t say I&apos;ve been hopelessly lost.  Always go far enough and you know where you are)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(x) Been on the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;            (West Coast and Gulf Coast, and a lot in the middle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone to Washington, DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;          (Not swam, but Stepped in with feet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;          (Every day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;           (Who didn&apos;t when they were a kid... it&apos;s the adult version that&apos;s fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Recently colored with crayons &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sang karaoke&lt;br /&gt;           (I&apos;m good at it too)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;( ) Paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Done something you told yourself you wouldn&apos;t do&lt;br /&gt;           (Almost Daily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;           (On guys I liked, and would hang up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose  &lt;br /&gt;           (coke hurts coming out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Written a letter to Santa Claus??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been kissed under the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Watched the sun rise with someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone roller-skating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ice-skating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Any nicknames?  (Scooter, Snort, Scottie, Scottay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. mother&apos;s name?   (Pat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite drink?  (Not sure that I have one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. any tattoos?  (1 around my right ankle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Body piercings?  (Just Ears)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How much do you love your job (1-10)?  (0 - Not on your life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Birthplace:  (Williston, ND)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite vacation spot? (Still searching for that perfect spot)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11. Ever been to Africa?  (No)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever steal any traffic signs?  (Yes, one was lying by the side of the road and I picked it up and brought it home.  It&apos;s much bigger than you&apos;d think - 30 MPH sign)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ever been in a car accident?  (Yes. 5 of them, yet oddly I was not at fault in any of them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 14. A, B, C, D, DD cup size?   (ummm.... up to a c, I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. 2 Door or 4 Door?  (4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Salad dressing?, (Raspberry Vinegrette)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite pie?    (Strawberry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite number? (22)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite movie?   (Creature of moods)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite holiday?  (Christmas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Favorite food?   (Vietnamese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Favorite day of the week?  (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite brand of body soap?  ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Favorite TV show?   (See Creature of Moods)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Toothpaste? (Colegate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite smell?  (Springtime)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. How do you see yourself in 10 years?  (If I&apos;m gonna get my life together it better be soon, or I&apos;ll be dead)</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 09 Jan 2006 13:16:16 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I am WAY Tired this morning. I was reading a book in my bath last night and it was interesting enough that I didn&apos;t put it down until it was finished at 1:30 this morning.  And of course, it made me think about things so I really didn&apos;t sleep well or long at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book itself was kind of a let down, in the fact that life most often is a let down, and that&apos;s what it kind of reminded me of.  The story was about a boy who was in &quot;The Glums&quot; and didn&apos;t want anyone around him for long periods of time.  The only one who could get close to him was his new best friend, a very intellectual female named Tess, and they would have discussions about anything and everything.  The boy took in a drifter, another boy.  Whom they knew nothing about.  And they interacted with each other.  The original boy eventually decided that maybe what he was searching for was a relationship with this drifter boy, however, the drifter ended up in a mental hospital, and our hero was once again alone.  But he liked it that way, because he still wanted the drifter and maybe could wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the long of the story (I&apos;ve already used up the short of it) was that it seemed to be very similar to a couple of people who were in my life a year ago.  Tess sounded very like Jess, and her and I of course know who the &quot;Glums&quot; boy is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just made me think way too much for 1:30 in the morning.  Especially when in my heart of hearts I may still love this other person who doesn&apos;t ever want to talk to me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is way too complicated.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 Dec 2005 16:01:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I will be so happy when this F-ing holiday is done.  Hell, this whole year.  Let&apos;s face it 2005 was a crap year for me as some of you LJ&apos;ers can attest to.  Hell, some of you even contributed to my hell year.  But this time of year I&apos;m suppose to be out enjoying the snow, oohing and ahhing over the Christmas lights, getting together with friends and family and singing songs and being joyous.  So what am I doing instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worring about my job... Where it&apos;s going, if I will still have one after the first of the year and will I want it even if I still have one.  We are losing another client through no fault of ours and my new boss isn&apos;t doing anything to bring in more.  And it sounds like my job may end up being &quot;OK today we need you to work on this project for a while and then come see me for other things to do&quot;    NO THANK YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling lonely...again.  I&apos;m 38 years old, I don&apos;t go to bars. I talk to friends, but Don&apos;t have the slightest clue on how to bring home a man that last longer than a night.  It&apos;s quite pathetic really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is always a high issue.  Especially at this time of year, when it&apos;s not uncommon to see a 240 dollar heat bill.  Add that to Christmas bills and not knowing what to get ANYONE except two people in my life that I&apos;m obsessing over lately.  A man and his wife.  I mean really!  What the hell has gotten into me?  I&apos;m spending way too much time being a nuesance to them.  And let&apos;s just say that if I could I&apos;d be the other woman.  Damn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I met up with them at a bar downtown last night (yes me in a bar) and he had another friend there chatting up a storm.  He has been in the country for 4 years and has more friends than I do living in this city my whole life.  Guess he&apos;s just more assertive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess, I&apos;m just at a high frustration right now.  I have no social life, but don&apos;t really have the time or energy to get it.  Guess it&apos;s a viscious circle there.  Maybe I need to spend some alone time on a beach somewhere warm for a few months.  Hmmmm.  If I didn&apos;t mind traveling alone it would be heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2005 14:10:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Reason Number 5,137 that I LOVE (sarcastically typed) my new department at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Last year. Get off at 2p.m. to head out to the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ This year. Head up 1 floor to the conference room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Last year. After a nice leisurely meal where we could drink alcohol we could leave afterwards and go home early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ This year. Back to work DOGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Last year. Nice sit down meal for Holiday Department Lunch at an upscale restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ This year.  Party Sub from Cub Foods picked up by other people in department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this obvious and shocking change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Department, New Manager, 400 lb., 75 year old Co-worker who can&apos;t walk far and owns a Hoverround (or whatever) in order to get around so &quot;We can&apos;t go anywhere because she can&apos;t get there.&quot;  Actually, she could be picked up and dropped off at the door and not have to walk far, but that&apos;s their reasoning... OK Maybe I can see that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,  CUB????!!!!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No F*ing Way!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2005 13:45:55 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I am such a bubble headed bleached blonde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is apparently shut off....again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have thrown out my resume and all the things to help me update it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is BAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST get this done expeditiously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I&apos;m going to have to bring in an oozy and shoot everyone in this company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not kidding.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2005 13:15:10 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I decided to grab some of the roses in my garden and bring them to work, as we are planning on getting cold with possible frost in some areas.  And I wanted to enjoy the last of the roses.  Of course, my co-workers all wanted to know who they were from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note.  Funny name of the day.  Gary Glasscock.  Be gentle.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 27 Sep 2005 14:27:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Irish Nuns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Irish nuns have just arrived in USA by boat and one says&lt;br /&gt;to the other, &quot;I hear that the people in this country actually&lt;br /&gt;eat dogs.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Odd,&quot; her companion replies, &quot;but if we shall live in America, we might as well do as the Americans do.&quot;   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Nodding emphatically, the mother superior points to a hot dog vendor and they both walk toward the cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Two dogs, please,&quot; says one.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The vendor is only too pleased to oblige and he wraps both hot dogs in foil and hands them over the counter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited, the nuns hurry over to a bench and begin to unwrap their &quot;dogs.&quot;  The mother superior is first to open hers.  She begins to blush and then, staring at it for a moment, leans over to the other nun and whispers cautiously:  &quot;What part did you get?&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 Sep 2005 15:21:23 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So the start of my Birthday was without power and downed trees, but I&apos;m not complaining.  The Last 2 years it was lower 40&apos;s and rain mixed with snow, so a little rough weather and still in the upper 60&apos;s I can deal with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate took me to The Independent in Calhoun Square last night.  Fabulous food, nice atmosphere and 2 for 1&apos;s till 9   Whoo-hoo!!!!  Course, I&apos;m a light weight so I had to stop after just two, but I LOVE!!!! Those ice drinks.  Yum!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the Wilde Roast for some after dinner coffee and some atmosphere.  I stopped in Querry Books cuz I&apos;ve never been there and they had Rosemary Clooney (aunt of George) (and faboo in her own right anyway) CD playing in the back ground and I&apos;m like &quot;This is .... Not Vera Ellen, but the other one!&quot;   And the shop keeper dude was like &quot;Yeah, the other one.... Rosemary Clooney&quot;  So I bought it for myself.   Yea!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after coffee we drove home and the minute we turned off the freeway, North Minneapolis was entirely Black (no pun intended).  There were police on the corner directing traffic because it looked like a car had hit the transformer, but when we detoured around the block, we discovered all these trees down.  Big Hugh Pine trees and lots of branches.  We couldn&apos;t see at my house any damage, but it was dark.  This morning I drove through and just on the normal route I take out of the neighborhood, there was at least 12 trees that had split in two and was lying in the yards, and on the street.  In fact just two houses down from my a tree had split and fallen across the road. It may have done some damage to a car there, but I couldn&apos;t tell.  It was still kind of dark when I left for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love storms, but I like the kind that I don&apos;t have any property or things to worry about.  If it was just me out in the elements I&apos;d be singin in glory.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also heard on the way into work that Andover was hit really hard.  Turns out that it was the southern portion of Andover, but my parents live less than 1/2 mile from the Andover border.  But things are fine there.  Lots of rain, but no damage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a very eventful night.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 15 Sep 2005 13:05:52 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Nights are getting chilly, saw my first fully turned tree..... It&apos;s coming!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2005 14:08:35 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Funny name of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Manship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee hee.... I Laughed my ass off when I read that.   &quot;All aboard!&quot;  hee hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if he was proud of his member It would still sound hilarious saying &quot;Would you like a ride on my Manship?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. Think I&apos;m gonna bust a gut... Hee hee hee</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 23 Aug 2005 15:07:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>And then there were two</title>
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  <description>My boss just came back from vacation today and pulled Melissa and me into the small conference room for a short &quot;meeting&quot;.  Yes, he is leaving the company for a position that pays better, a little closer to home and lost of room for advancement.  However, now it&apos;s just going to be Melissa and I.  He claims we will still be a department, but I think we will be liquidated into another department and the O&amp;E&apos;s will fall off.  He also made mention of the possibility of having to go down to 32 hours a week or maybe 4 ten hour days.  The company may be offering the option to save money, however 4 10&apos;s won&apos;t save anything.  Guess you are never not surprised until you are dead. And even then I&apos;m not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... Scott&apos;s left with the feeling of being a big loser because I&apos;m still here at this dead end job after almost 10 years.  And I don&apos;t even try for a better job because I want to get out of the field all together and try something new.  I&apos;m just not sure what that new field should be.  And with my job constantly in question, maybe I should just be finding something similar.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m afraid, Auntie Em.</description>
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